<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051</id><updated>2012-02-12T05:23:11.114+06:30</updated><title type='text'>IN THE WORLD ALL ALONE....!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>We often here people saying "Past is History, Tommorow is Mystery, Today is a gift, Thats why it is called as Present". Each person often wanders ahead of time or his thoughts drift in the past.... How many of us really live in the present.... Its difficult to think always of the present. One often likes to be in the land full of dreams, joys, happiness... where there is no place for sorrow... Each person has their own land of dreams an exclusive world, and they are all ALONE IN THAT WORLD...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-5820373872159429272</id><published>2008-03-21T10:21:00.001+06:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:10:27.210+06:30</updated><title type='text'>INSAAN TOA AISA HI HOTA HAI !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K1GO9-nhKs/R-MyhaBDClI/AAAAAAAAABE/cPwFpeKGQBU/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180039545906989650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K1GO9-nhKs/R-MyhaBDClI/AAAAAAAAABE/cPwFpeKGQBU/s400/angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kabhi beete kal meing khota hai,&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi aate lamho ke sapne sajata hai,&lt;br /&gt;Par kabhi aaj mein nahi rehta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Insaan toa aisa hi hota hai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi jo paas nahi uske liye rota hai,&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi khwab pura hoga ya nahi iski chinta karta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Paar jo hasil hain uss khushi mein na kabhi hansta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Insaan toa aisa hi hota hai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime minister ne kya kiya isko wooh janna chahta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Filmi sitaron ki jindagi mein usko ruchi hai,&lt;br /&gt;Paar apne paas rehte logon ki kya wooh khabar rakhta hai?&lt;br /&gt;Insaan toa aisa hi hota hai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apne dukho mein wooh rota hai,&lt;br /&gt;Apni khushi se jhuum uthta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Par kya yeh wohi dusro ke liye mehsoos karta hai??&lt;br /&gt;Insaan toa aisa hi hota hai !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhagwan se dua mangne mein jab haath uthaya hai,&lt;br /&gt;Uske aage jab bhi saar zukaya hai,&lt;br /&gt;Tab maine insaan ko insaan banane ka vardaan manga hai…..&lt;br /&gt;Par kya kare Insaan toa aisa hi hota hai !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-5820373872159429272?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/5820373872159429272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=5820373872159429272' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/5820373872159429272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/5820373872159429272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2008/03/insaan-toa-aisa-hi-hota-hai.html' title='INSAAN TOA AISA HI HOTA HAI !!'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K1GO9-nhKs/R-MyhaBDClI/AAAAAAAAABE/cPwFpeKGQBU/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-7210615908600410176</id><published>2008-01-02T01:09:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:10:27.468+06:30</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K1GO9-nhKs/R3qQj2QSVHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9B4FdoOI20o/s1600-h/ATT60826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150588069385229426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K1GO9-nhKs/R3qQj2QSVHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9B4FdoOI20o/s400/ATT60826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the tick of the clock,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it struck twelve, we say the New year at the door has given a knock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has come to give us happiness and joy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We feel its come with new hopes and the sadness will not prevail of the days gone by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its not the time which can bring us joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nor is the new year the one who will prevent our sad cry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It we who are going to make the New year a happy one or a sad one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we are busy partying and wasting our time just to welcome the new year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then remember we are not going to land anywhere my dear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new year definitely brings new hopes &amp;amp; we expect a lot from it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But remember its we who can materialize these hopes &amp;amp; expectations and not just expecting from it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time will definitely change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will get joys of different range..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when we wake up to see the dawn of change..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we understand that we need to work hard and to have courage..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to face all the worries and problems and challenges..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new year is a sign of change... change for the better..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take up the challenge to change yourself.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have the courage to prevent all the bad points from coming to yourself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all want so many things from others and give so little,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us today try to make a difference to improve ourselves and to preserve the life so brittle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are here to make this world a better place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To preserve and conserve and improve what we have got with our God's Grace..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us today understand the meaning of the New Year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its come to help us understand the meaning of life &amp;amp; to help us cheer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you work hard for you goals and you will surely acheive them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you strive for happiness of others and you will be blessed by them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a soothing touch can heal the wounds of others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let your happiness spread to every mile and give joy to others...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you do every bit of improvement from your side and you shall find the world suddenly becomes a better place..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you stop worrying and understand that whatever happens happens for the best then you will be blessed with the gifts of peace and good grace...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WISH YOU ALL A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-7210615908600410176?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/7210615908600410176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=7210615908600410176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/7210615908600410176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/7210615908600410176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K1GO9-nhKs/R3qQj2QSVHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9B4FdoOI20o/s72-c/ATT60826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-5538538066944366041</id><published>2007-07-17T00:11:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:10:27.641+06:30</updated><title type='text'>I UNDERSTOOD!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K1GO9-nhKs/Rpuu6Dn0kfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xfZnWrjunBE/s1600-h/horse-beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087852516473082354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K1GO9-nhKs/Rpuu6Dn0kfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xfZnWrjunBE/s400/horse-beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was tired of living in the untruth,&lt;br /&gt;I mapped my way towards the truth...&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to flea away from this unfair world,&lt;br /&gt;To seclude myself so that I could get that peace and care&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would be happy only if I could be alone,&lt;br /&gt;I thought that this world will not let me live in happiness unless I am alone....&lt;br /&gt;I ran through the miles in my mind&lt;br /&gt;In disgust just to find,&lt;br /&gt;That the worries did not vanish&lt;br /&gt;That the unhappiness did not vanish...&lt;br /&gt;I was just alone but my mind...&lt;br /&gt;Oh this mind... wandered towards the same thoughts&lt;br /&gt;My mind was still clinging on to the past....&lt;br /&gt;It was then that the understanding dawned on me...&lt;br /&gt;The truth crystal clear I could see....&lt;br /&gt;Detachment and not seclusion was the way out.&lt;br /&gt;This very thought made my heart beat faster,&lt;br /&gt;This simple thought had saved me from disaster...&lt;br /&gt;I felt free, I felt secure,&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing more for me to procure....&lt;br /&gt;Living in the world I was detached, I was free....I was happy....&lt;br /&gt;all this happened because,&lt;br /&gt;Yes because I understood!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-5538538066944366041?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/5538538066944366041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=5538538066944366041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/5538538066944366041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/5538538066944366041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-understood.html' title='I UNDERSTOOD!!!!'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1K1GO9-nhKs/Rpuu6Dn0kfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xfZnWrjunBE/s72-c/horse-beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-4247323475680216875</id><published>2007-05-29T00:24:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:10:27.893+06:30</updated><title type='text'>What is the real TRUTH??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K1GO9-nhKs/RlsZGy9U8hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ERgKiQaRG0M/s1600-h/truth111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069673410084532754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K1GO9-nhKs/RlsZGy9U8hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ERgKiQaRG0M/s400/truth111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see, we hear, we touch, we taste and all this we feel is truth. Is it really so?? We feel sugar is sweet, why does it taste bitter when burnt? Why does the property change. We feel the sky is blue, scientists don’t accept this because they have gone there up well above us and seen that its not blue. We hear a person speaking something about someone but it may not be true. We close our eyes and touch a pineapple and may disagree with someone who says that you eat this!!  Then how can we say that we UNDERSTAND?? We know?? I feel its just nonsense. We have deceiving senses, which may mislead us if not used properly!!&lt;br /&gt;We believe there are relations in this world. Mother, father, sister, brother, friends, son, daughter, etc etc….. We feel there is love, there is bonding, we cannot think of living without each other, is this the truth?? Well I still don’t agree!! If there is love why does a person leave another, why does a person die earlier than expected, why can’t a person fulfill promises just because he or she dies earlier than expected. We plan our lives ahead, we project ourselves somewhere…. Can we always fulfill this? Who knows who can see the future?? May be we don’t have a tomorrow written for us?? Who knows?? Can there be permanency in any relation. Not possible!! Things are meant to change, to get modified. Its we who don’t change our outlook!! We feel this is our world, this is our family, this is ours and that is ours…. Seems funny to me!!&lt;br /&gt;What have we brought to this world, that we feel we are going to possess and carry back again. NOTHING!!! Our life is a temporary phase, its like a short trip we take. We sometimes go for a short trip on a beach, on the mountains, etc, may be for 15 days, we enjoy there a lot, we learn a lot from the travel, we hire a room and keep all our luggage there well arranged, we have lunch prepared for ourselves or get it from outside. We do all the normal activities that we do at our house. But do we start feeling that the guest house is our home?? Do we never remember our house?? Do we feel bad to go back home after that 15 days time period?? I am sure the answers would be NO. We long to go back home, we enjoy at that place but continuously remembering that we have to go back, this is not permanent!!! Then why do we feel this world as our home?? Its NOT!!! It’s a guest house we have come to stay. To learn, to enjoy, to make others happy, to add on to our knowledge!!! We have to go back from where we have come. Nothing is permanent in this world, nobody is really ours in this world. That does not mean that we don’t love, don’t care, don’t share. In fact we have come here to learn about love, sharing, caring and improving ourselves, in such a manner that we go back as a better person, not worse!!&lt;br /&gt;All the time I have been saying we have to go back, but what is this we?? Its our soul if you call it that way. Its our breath if you call it that way!! We have not seen the soul but at least we feel and know our breath!!! Is it not permanent for us?? YES!! We cannot survive without our breath, its our companion, its our friend, its our guide….. ITS GOD!! TO UNDERSTAND THIS we have come to this world…. To understand that GOD is ours, to love GOD, to do the acts of GOD, to try to make this world better and in turn make OURSELVES BETTER!!! If we get an understanding of this we HAVE UNDERSTOOD THE TRUTH!!&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY your life to the fullest, but don’t forget the purpose we are here for, we are here to understand the truth, to understand love, not to get stuck up in the mundane activities thinking that this is LIFE….. NO THIS IS NOT LIFE!! Life is understanding the higher self, which is  US not understanding THIS PHYSICAL BODY!!!!!!!!! GO AHEAD AND UNHIDE THE LIGHT OF TRUTH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-4247323475680216875?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/4247323475680216875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=4247323475680216875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/4247323475680216875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/4247323475680216875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-is-real-truth.html' title='What is the real TRUTH??'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1K1GO9-nhKs/RlsZGy9U8hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ERgKiQaRG0M/s72-c/truth111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-114936368834203911</id><published>2006-06-04T01:05:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-06-04T02:11:28.416+06:30</updated><title type='text'>HEAVEN OR HELL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/like_paradise_of_my_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/400/like_paradise_of_my_heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today my Mom during a conversation said ".....now he's done such a thing, surely if this person goes on doing such things he is bound to go to HELL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drowned into thoughts. I don't know what happened to me with the mention of this word Hell... It was not for the first time that I heard this word. But this time it seemed too close to reality... Heaven and Hell... Heaven and Hell.. I was thinking for some time few minutes back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I have arrived at a conclusion....{ Before you read further I want to give you a warning that the views and Ideas expressed in the further paragraphs are totally imaginary, do not take these as confirmations ;-)  }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read in the Great Book 'Bhagwad Gita' that a person takes rebirth till the time his or her 'Karma's ' (Actions or fruits of actions) are left unfulfilled.. So basically when a person finishes with his or her duties on this Earth, the process of rebirth of the soul stops.. it finally rests in an unknown.. mysterious peace totally united with the creator of this Universe "The Parmatma" or God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you an example I shall tell you the example which has happened in front of my eyes, not of rebirth but the person getting fruits of his action... There was a person I knew quite well.. He loved to trouble other people.. The most favourite thing that this person used to love to do is to trouble the people in the building by leaving no water for them..Morning morning he used to open the taps in the house (all of them) to empty the watertank of the building.. He used to fill up water in the loft tank of theirs for their own household need... The entire tank of the building used to get empty and there used to be a Havoc due to water shortage.. The person used to feel a devilish joy when the people used to cry for water.. No one really knew the reason of this water shortage.. We tried a lot to make this person understand not to do such a thing, but this person never listened. When this person was around 50 yrs old, there was sudden kidney failure of his for no reason and he was banned from drinking water above a certain limit. He died with too much of pain and when death was near he somehow felt that this pain was due to the trouble he gave to the people... in relation to water.. So he got the fruit of his actions in that birth itself. If the fruits of his actions would not have been fulfilled in that birth he would have had to take birth anew and in that birth get the fruits of his actions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I feel is this cycle of rebirth (Coming to this world again and again) signifies something.. It signifies that what we call as hell, where people are tortured for their sins, for their wrong doings, they are given punishments for their wrong doings... is nothing but this earth..Otherwise we would never see infants  dying, small innocent children who have not even fully seen this world getting cancer, people being handicapped by birth, so many people are there who keep doing good but in return keep getting bad, a person whom everyone adore and like getting killed in an accident or becoming handicapped in it, people losing their loved ones at a young age, people who have lots of money for some time but become really poor, people who don't get financial success, etc etc, there are so many more examples........... What have they done to be punished by all this, don't you think there is some rebirth associated, some prior unfullfilled punishments being got by them??  As there is a Bad side of this world there is the Good one also... Some people leave their good activities incomplete and die.. to reach heaven a person I feel needs to have the specific amount of good activities in his or her account (Just like you need a specified fare to travel to a particular place!!) so they are born again in this world, to collect the stock of good deeds.  Now you may feel if I am calling this world HELL then how are good people to be born here, then in that case I think the life of good people, the rebirths are for their trial, their test of patience, their life is to be for doing good to others without expecting good, a person should not stop doing good because someone has not appreciated that... leave things to God... do your good karma and GET THE TICKET TO HEAVEN!!! If you will notice or go through the life stories of great saints you will notice that they have given a lot to the world without expectation and that their whole life was a trial, people did not realise their importance when they were alive but built their temples and statues and worshipped them after they died... so that was the unfulfilled karma of these Saints that they had to go through their test and trial before they would reach heaven...&lt;br /&gt;The second part of the story is Heaven&lt;br /&gt; When a person dies, in the birth where he fulfills all his "Karma's" he goes to the place where there is eternal peace, a peace undiscriptive, that place is nothing but HEAVEN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what according to me is HEAVEN AND HELL... of Heaven I don't know I am still in HELL undergoing trials and punishments!!! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me your views about all this.....&lt;br /&gt;Why I call this earth Hell..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-114936368834203911?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/114936368834203911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=114936368834203911' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114936368834203911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114936368834203911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2006/06/heaven-or-hell.html' title='HEAVEN OR HELL!!'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-114840173026329450</id><published>2006-05-23T22:55:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-05-23T22:58:50.276+06:30</updated><title type='text'>THE ULTIMATE TRUTH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/lightening%20JPEG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/400/lightening%20JPEG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely starry night,&lt;br /&gt;Was sitting in the garden in solitude that night,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering and pondering of many things,&lt;br /&gt;All the good and bad as we call it that life brings..&lt;br /&gt;If we say something is good for a person, the same is bad for the other..&lt;br /&gt;For a person having diabetes sugar is bad but the same sugar for a person who is weak acts as a boon..&lt;br /&gt;A dead animal we feel is a bad sight, but for the vultures it is a delight!! They have got their food..&lt;br /&gt;We say this is sin and that is virtue.. we say this is bad and that is good&lt;br /&gt;But the truth of life have we understood…&lt;br /&gt;A few years back something may have been said to be bad,&lt;br /&gt;But today we find the same thing as good..&lt;br /&gt;In India drinking tea was a no no, in the olden times,&lt;br /&gt;But today tea is offered whenever at the door there are chimes,&lt;br /&gt;In those times if you are Sleeping late and getting up late,&lt;br /&gt;You would be shown your home’s gate!!!&lt;br /&gt;But today if that was the case what would the night shift people do..??&lt;br /&gt;So once upon a time what was bad is now good&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that which may have been good is now bad..&lt;br /&gt;Then what is the ultimate truth of life??&lt;br /&gt;When life ends, death engulfs the person…&lt;br /&gt;Nothing remains of the body…&lt;br /&gt;We go away to an unknown kingdom… an unknown place..&lt;br /&gt;Each person who comes has to go..&lt;br /&gt;Entrapped in the body the soul is then released..&lt;br /&gt;Each movement of the body ceases .&lt;br /&gt;No name no fame you carry..&lt;br /&gt;Time and again living beings come to the world and die away…&lt;br /&gt;The concept of life keeps on changing, keeps on shifting..&lt;br /&gt;People change, Cultures change, geological changes occur…&lt;br /&gt;Concepts change, Fashions change, Ideas change, biology of plants changes, even animals change, looks change, structures change,&lt;br /&gt;Stars break, planets change directions, changes occur on the Sun’s façade….&lt;br /&gt;What remains ceaselessly is DEATH…&lt;br /&gt;Death never changes… It comes to everything that has life…&lt;br /&gt;Over crores of years death has never changed… the concept of death has never died away.. never faded away….&lt;br /&gt;Each living being faces the truth CALLED DEATH…&lt;br /&gt;This is the ultimate truth of life…&lt;br /&gt;This is the only IMMORTAL in the world of MORTALS&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is behind what is MORTAL…&lt;br /&gt;I wish to know what lies beyond or within this IMMORTAL..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-114840173026329450?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/114840173026329450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=114840173026329450' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114840173026329450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114840173026329450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2006/05/ultimate-truth.html' title='THE ULTIMATE TRUTH!!'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-114780989215438704</id><published>2006-05-17T02:26:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-05-17T02:34:55.850+06:30</updated><title type='text'>A TRUE HUMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/himalaya%20girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/400/himalaya%20girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encounter with a TRUE HUMAN being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just watching the recaps of the Great Indian Laughter challenge. A sentence said by a performer caught my mind. He said “ Insaan ek ajeeb janwar hai, Kutte ko kabhi batana nahi padta ki tu kutta ban, kutte ke jaisa bartaw kar, Gaay ko kabhi batana nahi padta ki tum Gaay ke jaisa bartaw kar, Lekin… Lekin Insaan ko hamesha batana padta hai ki aree tu insaan baan tu insaniyat ko jinda rakh!!!” LOVELY ONE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really true that humanity is becoming lesser and lesser in today’s mechanical world. People try not to get involved in things where they would have to go out of their way to help or they will need to take up some trouble for others.. There are people who earn lots of money by cheating others.. Monetary and mundane pleasures are on top priority for people nowadays.. But I still believe that there is lots of humanity in this world.. If you have ever been to North India, Places like Kulu, Manali, Gadhwal region, all the religious places like Badri Kedar, Gangotri.. you will agree with me completely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall narrate an incident which has touched my life (perhaps all who were there when this incident took place) and whenever I feel there is no humanity or humanity is vanishing I remind myself of this incident and this feeling goes away.. I feel soothed by the feeling that atleast in some corner of this world humanity exists in full quantity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We (a group of 16 people) had gone to the Northern India tour. It was the month of April. We had planned out a trip to Shimla, Kulu, Manali, Ranikhet, etc..&lt;br /&gt;We finally arrived at the place. That was the day when we all were excited about having a good time at Manali. We had planned to play a lot in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;It was seven in the morning. The sky was clear. The air was cool and refreshing. The whooshing river which was quite close to the rest house we were in. We could see the river from the balcony of our room. The lovely trees were swaying against the wind. Though the air was cool it was not so cold that we needed some coats etc. So we decided to go in our normal jeans and T-shirt dresses. When our cab stopped at the base of the mountain from where we were supposed to climb up we could see that there were dark clouds gathering in the sky. The air suddenly became chilled and we felt the need of overcoats, gloves, woolen caps.. Luckily there was a lady (the typical Gadhwali, one with red cheeks and fair skin) giving such clothing accessories along with gum boots on rent. We were all happy and we pounced on the warm clothes to make ourselves comfortable and to stand the wind and cold. So there we were all in different kinds of furry coats with the same kind of caps on the heads, Gloves in our hands, Gum boots worn.. I felt as if we were astronomers ready to go on our space campaign. Finally with all the preparations we started climbing up the mountain to reach our skiing camp. Hmm though it was cold, we played like mad in the snow.. The local people must be wondering from which mental hospital we all had come. But we had a great time playing in the snow, throwing snowballs at each other, making some funny shapes (which we named as snowmen) from the snow. All in all it was a great time. In the midst of this playing and enjoyment we realized that it was sunny again so since we could not remove our coat, because we would have had to carry them in our hand we removed our gloves and caps and put them in our pockets. Then we continued playing for quite some time. Finally the time came when we had to start our trek down again. Laughing and chit chatting we finally arrived at the base of the camp. We gave back the coats, gloves etc that we had taken on rent. The lady counted all of them and found that one of the pair of gloves was short. She looked quite sad. Though it was our mistake she did not even say a bad word. But then we had to make up our mistake, we paid her the cost of the gloves, apologizing to her we went to the nearby restaurant to have a nice hot cup of tea. The lady said that she has sent her son on the mountain to check whether he could find the gloves, if at all he finds it we will come and return you the money in the restaurant. We told her it was not a problem, even if she found the gloves she could still keep the money as a gift (For us Fourty Rupees was not a big amount) After the tea we even forgot about the gloves, the lady and that Rs 40. We went to the car and started our way back to the rest house. Suddenly we located a figure coming running from the mountain towards the tar road. All of a sudden that human figure came ahead of our car and spread hands in a position asking to wait. The one driving applied full breaks and some of us were on top of each other… Finally when we got to our normal positions we looked ahead, surprised to see the same lady giving the clothes on rent standing ahead of our car. !! We got down and asked her what the matter was. She said “ My son found the gloves, here are your forty Rupees!!!” We were thunderstruck, was she crazy! Running 3 kilometers along the difficult mountain path, she had come to return our money!! How Honest can a person be! I thought her to be God, because living in a city am not used to this kind of things happening. I said to her also that you must be a saint or else God… She said “No I am just a human being and I am just doing what a Human being should do, I cannot live on the money which I would have earned by cheating you’ll” We were thrilled and said that please don’t return the money keep it as a gift of your honesty, infact  take this Hundred rupees also. But she nicely refused, gave the money back in our hand and vanished in the green trees running quickly back to work.. She went away but left this incident engraved in my heart as a symbol of humanity. I feel happy and satisfied when I recall this incident, because I feel I am lucky that atleast once in my lifetime I have met a true human being!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-114780989215438704?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/114780989215438704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=114780989215438704' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114780989215438704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114780989215438704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2006/05/true-human.html' title='A TRUE HUMAN'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-114654651825948705</id><published>2006-05-02T11:34:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-05-02T11:38:38.273+06:30</updated><title type='text'>SOMETIMES I WONDER....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/misty%20day.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/400/misty%20day.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We live in a country full of variety… There are all types of climates, somewhere its really cold, somewhere its too hot, there is a desert, there is an area where it rains really heavily… There is so much of variety in nature also, there are mountains, seashores, forests, deserts…. There are so many different people, people following different cultures, religions etc.. There are so many historic places to visit, so many places having mystic ambience… This country is fascinating, this country is amazing, Ya its none other than this lovely India…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India is not only famous for its rich and varied nature but also for the great culture it follows.. people over here are the ones who still keep humanity, love, as an important thing in their life… India is also famous for the knowledgeable things that it has given to the world… It has taught so many things directly and indirectly to the world… India has had so many learned people in the olden times ‘rishis’ as they call them.. these people have given lots of knowledge to the world in the form of many stories and books like “Bhagwad Gita”, “Vedas” “Ramayana” “Mahabharata” and many more.. If we read through these we find that what we appreciate as inventions today, those and still much more advanced things were in existence in the olden days… Would like to give you a few instances:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often look at the sky and see an airplane in the sky, we feel “Oh it’s the latest technology which helps man to fly quickly to far off places…..” Then what was that thing in which Ravan from the Ramayan kidnapped Sita and took her to Lanka Flying over the sea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we hear of the ‘Test Tube’ baby concept, we feel that “Oh my God, Science is so advanced”   Then what was that which lead to a woman giving birth to 100 Kauravs at the same time (in Mahabharata) was it not a kind of Test Tube baby technique..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go home and switch on the TV we are glad that we can see what is happening far off where probably we may not even go anytime…Thanks to Invention… But then what was that which helped ‘Sanjay’ narrate the entire things which were happening on the Battlefield (in Mahabharata) to Dhrutrashtra.. sitting right inside the Palace miles  away from the actual place of war…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel these atomic energies and all are invented and used now, science has reached so much of heights….. Have you closely studied the top view of the Bhabha Atomic research center, it resembles the ‘Shivlinga’… May be people in olden days were carrying out research in these places which we call as Shivalayas… Some kind of atomic energy research… Till date we are not allowed to cross the outlet from where water flows (the water with which ‘Abhishek’ is done on Shivalinga) We have to take a half Pradakshina and then return to take the other half to complete it… May be there were and still are some atomic remains which give harmful radiations that may cause problems if we walk across them.. but at the same time visiting that place may give us loads of good energy… only if we are careful enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel DNA, Cloning, etc are new concepts, but if you read through the ‘Shivpuran’ well you will find out that these are olden day common things for the great Gods and Rishis. Lord Shiva was supposed to be so powerful that from a single hair of his he could produce an entire army.. or troop of people… Then don’t you think this is the latest thing which scientists are working on (preparing a living thing out of the hair, which ofcourse they have recently discovered contains DNA) existed crores of years back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists are still struggling to make the correct use of Solar Energy… But the ‘Gayatri Mantra’ is the one which teaches us to use the Solar energy.. The book which I read says that a person if correctly can utter  this mantra for something around 24lac times then such a person can get the power of taking up solar energy directly as food, just as plants use it… There is no need of depending on the plants or animals as a source of food…&lt;br /&gt;One may deny these powers but we cant say it cannot happen till we have tried…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science is way behind, it still does not know what is death… I have read in a book named “Discover Yourself” which I feel is quite true “When a person dies, the brain cells are still alive, most of the organs are alive since a transplant of these can be done in the body of another, the heart cells are alive, there what is it which has left the body because of which we call the person dead… what was there earlier which has left the body now? Can science give a valid answer.. No till date No… But science will deny the fact of the existence of the soul”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many more mysteries which have been left behind by these knowledgeable people of the past.. I feel they are calling out to me, Come ahead and DISCOVER… I often wonder when I WILL MAKE THAT DISCOVERY… when I can uncover the Treasures… which are much more valuable then gold and silver…. But I surely will, I would love to Research and find out the mysteries deep in this mystic country, My India….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-114654651825948705?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/114654651825948705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=114654651825948705' title='55 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114654651825948705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114654651825948705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-i-wonder.html' title='SOMETIMES I WONDER....'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>55</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-114584736650061566</id><published>2006-04-24T09:17:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-04-24T09:26:06.526+06:30</updated><title type='text'>A BIT OF MY SOUL......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/db_Single_Winter_Tree1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/400/db_Single_Winter_Tree1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A BIT OF MY SOUL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that a soul is the most essential component of any living being.. Of you, of me, of each and every person… each and every living being..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say that I am living without the acceptance of the fact that there is a soul which dwells in my body.. The soul which is a bit of that great God…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul is not an unbroken piece.. It is made up of a number of pieces a number of components… Now you must be wondering what must be the components that make my soul… Well , they are all the ppl around me and all the living things around me, which have created their place in my heart..  Ya you can call them my loved ones… These are the ones who are close, very close to my heart…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very very selfish in this matter, I don’t want any of these pieces to part from me, I cannot live without them properly… For my unbroken existence I require all of them. Even if one of them is amiss, is angry on me, is upset with me, I am not at rest till things are made up… I have stored all the moments that I spend with these ppl in the compartments of my heart… I cherish each moment.. I am alive because all these loved ones are in my life. Though all of them may not meet me daily but then till they meet me again I can live on the basis of the moments that we had spent together… Eg: my friends who meet me once in a while, I am alive till our next meeting because we were there together sometime in the past and there are moments of happiness that we have shared.., One of my dearest aunts who stays in the USA comes just one day in the entire year but I can wait for the entire year again because of that one day which we spent together….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my habit right from my childhood that once any person makes a way to my heart, that person remains with me forever, never never can I forget that person…. May be I may not contact that person but then that person remains in my thoughts always..  I have faced a lot of problems due to this… When I was small I could not hide my feelings, I used to get upset easily with the behaviour of someone around me, a lot of scoldings I got from my parents because of this attitude. They used to keep on telling me that the world is selfish, there are bound to be incidents in your life where you may feel that you have done a lot of good for a person, you really love that person, but still that person does not feel the same for you, but for that you should not take things to your heart, you should learn to be a little self centered if you want to live in peace in this world.. “FORGET THAT PERSON, THERE ARE SO MANY OTHERS AROUND” was what they used to tell me.. I know THIS WAS ALL FOR MY GOOD, my parents can never want the bad for me.. but then I could never express why I could never forget that person in my life and why I like a SHAMELESS person went to that person and spoke to him the same way I used to earlier, with that same feeling of love.. We all know the hindi saying “Kutte ki dum tedi ki tedi rehti hai” . The meaning behind is that the habits or behaviour of a person never change.. Neither have they changed in my case.. Only thing is there is one thing I have learnt over these years, ie to hide whatever sorrow or grief I have.. Things do upset me, make me sad (There are hardly any times when I am angry), upset… but I don’t express it to anyone, I know no one can ever change my mindset, I will keep going on the bumpy roads of that feeling of true love for each living being in my heart and when I get bumps of selfishness or heart break given by others to me  I have no right to make anyone around sad because of my own mistakes which make me sad…. I cannot upset others because I am upset.. so I do not share these thoughts either in words or actions… Life becomes so easy for others if there is a jolly person around.. I feel really happy bringing those smiles to faces…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these bits of my soul, all may not realize they are meaning so much to me… SOO MUCCCH…. That their very walk off from my life can shatter my world.. I may not show it but I am affected a lot….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in school, ours was a group of 20, all work and play was done together, but out of all one was really a special friend of mine.. though there was a strong bonding among all 20 yet I used to feel much more for this friend… There was a strong bond between us… Atleast I used to feel that way… I used to love her to the extremes but then it had to happen.. She ditched me one day, a stupid thing to do (reserved the information of the project given in class to herself, in spite of me asking about the project she purposely did not tell me the correct one, due to which I fared badly in that exam). I hid this fact from my parents, but somehow they came to know about this…. And from then onwards I was not allowed to speak to that friend… My life was shattered… there were other 19 friends but my life was incomplete…. My parents were upset due to my behaviour of taking this thing too seriously. They asked me to spend time with the other 19, but One bit of my SOUL was amiss… I WAS ASKED TO FORGET HER…. But it was like telling a Mother “ You have other 2 children be happy, let the first one go….” Is it possible for a mother to do so… no, because the children are bits of her very existence her soul….. I somehow made up with my friend, I convinced my parents… but it was remarkable that,  my friend agreed she was wrong and she was sorry that she had been so selfish with a person who loved her so much…. That had a happy ending..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, one of my Special friend has walked off on me, without even saying a good bye, without even explaining why, this is very strange,  I cannot forget this any moment.. not a single moment… If it was my mistake my friend could have told me.. I could have rectified it… but without letting anyone know their fault how can a person be punished….??? I have explained myself, I have tried to keep the friendship alive from my side, but then why you had to do this… History repeats itself, so my parents wish I think that I never had  you as my friend, they may be right from their side but I still cant forget you…. Why are you punishing me… My life has become a disaster, I keep wondering why this has happened… let me know my mistake, let me know my fault.. you are the bit of my soul.. whom I cannot forget… never can forget… Please come back, come back, come back……………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-114584736650061566?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/114584736650061566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=114584736650061566' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114584736650061566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114584736650061566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2006/04/bit-of-my-soul.html' title='A BIT OF MY SOUL......'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-114529095983659235</id><published>2006-04-17T22:44:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:52:39.853+06:30</updated><title type='text'>A COMPLETE ME.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/Angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/400/Angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I used to always keep on wondering and pondering who would be the person in this whole big world who would love me and this entire world from the depths of the heart…. I searched for this answer a number of times, lakhs of times…. I used to always be engrossed thinking about this… Though to the whole world I would always be a happy go lucky person, it was just one part of me… The person who occupied the major part within myself used to be lost in the world searching for true love… I used to feel its such a huge world, there are billions of ppl around, but out of these is there someone who really loves me…. who really keeps thinking of the well being of this world. The one who is not scared to give a hand to the needy May be my parents, atleast one of my relatives , may be one of those friends whom I adore soooo much… Who is that person…???  I know each person in my life loves me to some or the other extent… &amp; JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE DOES NOT LOVE ME THE WAY I WANT THEM TO DOES NOT MEAN THAT THEY DON’T LOVE ME….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all are human, they are effected by the feelings of ego, anger, distress, jealousy, etc etc.. What I was searching for was divine love… where none of these things come in between, where there is simple understanding just like the rotation of the earth around the sun in that givin orbit without breaking any rules, forgiveness  with a big heart just like the ocean which can absorb the drops of rain without even making anyone aware that it has taken within itself that drop, Love which cannot be described in words, where words don’t speak but a silence speaks just like the cool breeze speaks with the leaves, a feeling of giving without expecting even a Thank you in return, just like the earth nourishing all the plants and in turn nourishing the animals and humans… without even expecting any thing in return… This may not be possible for anyone human all the time, but I did not expect it to be always either but it should be just majority of the time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind kept leaping outside me in search of this love…. There were a few times in my life when I used to feel ya this is the person who surely loves me and each living being  as much as I love all around…but none of them were true, all of them just loved in a shallow way… But my mind did not stop inspite of the defeat it kept going over mountains, across the sea, up in the highs above, in the stars in the moon, in the woods, in the city, it was a long long long journey as the mind traveled and traveled only in vain… The more it leapt outside the more bondage it felt from within… When it was running away it felt a tug from inside holding it and trying to get inside, inside in the depths of the heart… The more it was trying to move out the more of its focus shifted within myself… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I discovered that all the love I was searching all around the world, the love which would not be limited but unlimited was all within myself, within me, me the one whom I have hated all life for not having a single person who would care &amp; love the way I wanted…. I used to always feel a hatred for myself, I cursed myself that I came in this world, where not a single person whom I have met till now is a true one, not a single person I have met Loves truly… But now I did not curse myself, I did not hate myself…. I Loved myself… because my love dwelt with me always, forever, it is not momentary, it is eternal, having no boundaries of time, age, etc… it would go on with me forever and ever and ever… It was my own  soul, which is that dearest God’s one bit…. Which has a beginning from God and will finally go back to him… It has all those great qualities that GOD has.. Its divine, its amazing, its fascinating, I feel so COMPLETE now, I feel so pure, I feel so lovely, with all this realization…. I can call myself the happiest person in the world… The one who used to be so sad within… Is now the happiest… God was with me always, He still is and will always be… may anyone be with me or not… I am going to do my duty, for which he has sent me here and with me will be my Eternal love, the ceaseless, the limitless….. Now if anyone is with me from this world I will surely be happy but one thing is for sure that if no one from this world is with me I shall never never be Sad… A sudden truth has dawned upon me, so sacred, so pure… I KNOW, I KNOW NOW THAT ITS BECAUSE OF THE COMPLETE ME FOR SURE……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-114529095983659235?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/114529095983659235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=114529095983659235' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114529095983659235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114529095983659235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2006/04/complete-me.html' title='A COMPLETE ME.......'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-114494242901931349</id><published>2006-04-13T21:47:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-04-13T22:03:49.046+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Meaning of SORRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/400/sorry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We see that this word SORRY is being used quite commonly these days.. Ppl dnt realise that they are using this word for apologising. Its just become an habbit.. We have lost the feelings of apology when we utter this word.. Said a bad word, say "Sorry" Hit someone say "Sorry". Did not go on time say "Sorry" . Cant help out someone when that person is asking for help say "Sorry" Its become like U give someone a tight slap without any reason and Say "I AM SORRY". Its become an easy way out to run away from troubles caused by our mistakes... Ok its not bad to say sorry...but then one should realize the true meaning of this word.. I was just thinking about this word what must it be meaning... May be its a combination of words together... So I put it this way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- sincerely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O- offering apology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- right from my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- realising my mistake and truly apologising to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y- you, with a promise to try not to commit that mistake again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess life has become tooo mechanical... we dont even realize that in a day how many people we hurt...but then ya, we too are humans and humans do make mistakes...The only thing is that we must realize the true meaning of this word... That will help our heart to be at peace...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-114494242901931349?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/114494242901931349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=114494242901931349' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114494242901931349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114494242901931349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2006/04/meaning-of-sorry.html' title='Meaning of SORRY'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-114466660870445270</id><published>2006-04-10T17:04:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T17:26:50.856+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Great, Greater, Greatest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/three-sky-cities-blue-planet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/400/three-sky-cities-blue-planet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GREATER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GREATEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the times we say these words …I feel these words apply in a number of cases, few of them I have mentioned here….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who wishes to help others is GREAT, The one who helps others is GREATER, but the one who helps without letting the other person know and without expecting anything in return is the GREATEST…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who understands the other persons Love is GREAT, A person who feels the same way for the other is GREATER but the one who expresses his love and gives it the most priority is GREATEST…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who has a dream in life is GREAT, the one who wishes to get the dream into reality is GREATER but the person who works extremely hard till his dream is fulfilled is the GREATEST…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who smiles is GREAT, the one who wants others to smile is GREATER. But the one who actually makes others smile is the GREATEST….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who wins trust is GREAT, the one who builds up the trust is GREATER but the one who never breaks the trust is the GREATEST…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-114466660870445270?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/114466660870445270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=114466660870445270' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114466660870445270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114466660870445270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-greater-greatest.html' title='Great, Greater, Greatest'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-114441566983310267</id><published>2006-04-07T19:30:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-04-07T19:44:29.896+06:30</updated><title type='text'>A HUMBLE PRAYER .......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/praying_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/400/praying_cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come across many people everyday.. There are some whom are really feel are good human beings, there are some who I mark as immature, some I mark as wicked, some are the ones who make mistakes purposely, while some I mark as childish so they make mistakes etc etc&lt;br /&gt;But out of them there are few common things for majority due to which I pity them…their life is wrecked because of these bad points……Life for them is a dark shade which they may not realize…. I pray to GOD to free these people from this dark shade of their life and make them Enlightened&lt;br /&gt;I Pity the people who-----------&lt;br /&gt;· Give more importance to MONEY than LOVE&lt;br /&gt;· Those who APPRECIATE FROM HEART sparingly&lt;br /&gt;· Those who DON’T VALUE TRUE FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;· Those who DON’T REALIZE the VALUE of PEOPLE around&lt;br /&gt;· Those who are FLATTERERS, cause they are not cheating others they are CHEATING THEMSELVES&lt;br /&gt;· Those who FORGET others once their WORK IS DONE&lt;br /&gt;· Those who make friends only FOR FUN without knowing that true friends are the one’s who come to their friend’s RESCUE and not TRAP them..&lt;br /&gt;· Those who feel PROUD of what they have achieved without knowing that whoever they are their contribution is only in a few DECIMAL points towards the WORLD…&lt;br /&gt;· Those who BRAG about what they DO FOR OTHERS..&lt;br /&gt;· Those who do not point out MISTAKES, even if they feel such MISTAKES would land others into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;· Those who CAN’T KEEP SECRETS which are necessary to be kept to Oneself&lt;br /&gt;· Those who keep on showing how BAD others are just for the sake of making their OWN self GOOD in the eyes of others..&lt;br /&gt;· Those who turn a BLIND EYE towards a person ASKING FOR HELP..&lt;br /&gt;· Those who FORGET THE SAYING “ If you love someone you need to be honest to that person, coz if you lie to that person means you Don’t love that person with your whole heart”&lt;br /&gt;· Those who FEEL JEALOUS of other’s achievements..&lt;br /&gt;· Those who KEEP GRUMBLING about their workload, chill you are getting paid for what you are doing, so enjoy it..&lt;br /&gt;· Those who KEEP MAKING EXCUSES for not extending a helping hand, giving a bit of love to others, making someone happy…&lt;br /&gt;· Those people who bear a grudge and cannot forgive others..&lt;br /&gt;· Those who DO NOT REALIZE their own mistakes&lt;br /&gt;· Those people who KEEP on Justifying their wrong doings &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="39039ea3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-114441566983310267?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/114441566983310267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=114441566983310267' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114441566983310267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114441566983310267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2006/04/humble-prayer.html' title='A HUMBLE PRAYER .......'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-114408037157599239</id><published>2006-04-03T22:28:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:36:11.616+06:30</updated><title type='text'>SOME MOMENTS OF HAPPINESS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/Kashmir%20garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/400/Kashmir%20garden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we are out at the countryside we get so many happy moments that we recollect and enjoy when we are back in the city….&lt;br /&gt;Sitting besides the flowing water of the river sends a wave of enthusiasm within us…&lt;br /&gt;In the forest when we are wandering around, we hear the sweet chirping of the birds, this makes us feel a sense of joy within us…...&lt;br /&gt;When the cool breeze fiddles our hair there is a sweet melodious song playing within us….&lt;br /&gt;When we stroll along the winding valley paths we feel that playful enjoyment within us….&lt;br /&gt;The sight of the lovely flowers makes their beauty touch the soul within us…..&lt;br /&gt;When the butterflies settle on the flowers we feel like treasuring that snapshot within us…&lt;br /&gt;The trees so green make the feeling of sereneness encroaching within us….&lt;br /&gt;When we are lying on the lush green grass we feel that divine peace within us….&lt;br /&gt;When the goats come near and we caress one of their small ones we feel the circle of love completing within us….&lt;br /&gt;When the fog blocks our eyesight we don’t feel bad but we feel the inner soul enlightening within us….&lt;br /&gt;When at the night time we are lying on the dry grass and look at the colossal starry sky, we feel we are just a spec and the feeling of modesty dawns within us…..&lt;br /&gt;When in the morning we wake up and  smell the lovely fragrant  air full of the countryside flowers we feel the refreshment within us….&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes to come back in the city a feeling of hurt sends a chill within us….&lt;br /&gt;“We are leaving our home” is the feeling  within us….&lt;br /&gt;When we are back in the city though the sense of incompleteness remains yet to complete our lives we have atleast those lovely happy moments that we cherish forever within us……!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/Kashmir%20garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-114408037157599239?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/114408037157599239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=114408037157599239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114408037157599239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114408037157599239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-moments-of-happiness.html' title='SOME MOMENTS OF HAPPINESS....'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-114286038256774414</id><published>2006-03-20T18:51:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:43:05.620+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Why did you do so ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/light_shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/400/light_shadow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We meet so many people everyday,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; meet those who we feel we can call ours, someday...&lt;br /&gt;We feel life without them is so miserable,&lt;br /&gt;The life we were living without them was terrible...&lt;br /&gt;We give off to their needs forgetting ours..&lt;br /&gt;We think of their thoughts first and then ours..&lt;br /&gt;We pray and pray for their well being,&lt;br /&gt;Each moment we think of them though whatever we are doing..&lt;br /&gt;We sincerely extend all our love to them, selflessly,&lt;br /&gt;We never think of what we got from them for us it is unnecessary..&lt;br /&gt;Because we just love&lt;br /&gt;Because we just give&lt;br /&gt;Because we just care&lt;br /&gt;Because we just share&lt;br /&gt;We dont expect anything in return exept true love,&lt;br /&gt;We request that blessings be bestowed on them by God above...&lt;br /&gt;Every moment that we have spent with them is cherished..&lt;br /&gt;Until one day we realise that this relation has been impoverished&lt;br /&gt;Its not by us but by them because they never really loved us,&lt;br /&gt;Never really cared for us...&lt;br /&gt;It was we who thought they were ours...&lt;br /&gt;But we never were really in the list of loved ones of theirs...&lt;br /&gt;Why dont people feel that sincere love and care in their hearts nowadays,&lt;br /&gt;Why dont people realise that its not gold, silver or diamonds which are becoming rare but its true love which is getting rare nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;When we have true love Live is so warm and nice and it seems like a lovely spring season,&lt;br /&gt;But without love life is a barren land and to live there is no reason..&lt;br /&gt;Its said that each person gets what he gives,&lt;br /&gt;He gets in return from others the way in which he lives...&lt;br /&gt;Then when we are loving sincerely why dont we get true love in return&lt;br /&gt;When we are extending a helping hand why dont others do so in return&lt;br /&gt;When we love care and share and live just for others,&lt;br /&gt;Why cant they too do so, why do they create in our life bothers..??&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of light,&lt;br /&gt;It is so bright,&lt;br /&gt;But just because no true love we get,&lt;br /&gt;The darkness of sadness weaves its net...&lt;br /&gt;May be the reason is that we who give true love a priority are in todays world a mismatch..&lt;br /&gt;If materialistic pleasures would be our aim and priority then there would be no problems nor a mismatch...&lt;br /&gt;Then we feel why did God create us so differently from this world as a whole,&lt;br /&gt;Why did he leave us deserted by others and Sole!&lt;br /&gt;Then we realise that we are here for a purpose a cause,&lt;br /&gt;The feelings then in our mind arouse...&lt;br /&gt;Yes we are here to love to care to share go give and to make others live...&lt;br /&gt;Why to expect even true love, Does'nt that to us our dear God give!!&lt;br /&gt;I will not be sad because no one loves me dearly,&lt;br /&gt;I have fixed my aim in life clearly...&lt;br /&gt;I am going to give give give and give...&lt;br /&gt;Forget what in return I shall receive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" 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rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114286038256774414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-did-you-do-so.html' title='Why did you do so ??'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-114225657555857834</id><published>2006-03-13T19:51:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:59:35.790+06:30</updated><title type='text'>THE POWER OF THOUGHT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/WATER%20REF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/400/WATER%20REF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human mind is restless,&lt;br /&gt;It works continuously endless,&lt;br /&gt;We may be fast asleep,&lt;br /&gt;But our mind does not find any sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts come and go like lightening,&lt;br /&gt;Like ripples in a pond rising and dwindling.&lt;br /&gt;The process of thought goes on incessantly,&lt;br /&gt;Our mind keeps thinking continuously.&lt;br /&gt;Humans are given this quality of thinking,&lt;br /&gt;That’s why to the world changes their bringing.&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts keep on drifting,&lt;br /&gt;From one thing to another they are wandering.&lt;br /&gt;Mans thoughts are said to be even faster than the speed of light,&lt;br /&gt;They are running continuously morning or night.&lt;br /&gt;Thought may be good, may be bad,&lt;br /&gt;They may make us happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;One of the thoughts is that of the optimism,&lt;br /&gt;That of anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;That one is the dream we are living for,&lt;br /&gt;It relates to what for us in the future is in store,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts may be countless, our mind may be restless.&lt;br /&gt;But out of these one thought never our mind leaves,&lt;br /&gt;Even if we ignore it, it will endlessly be behind us,&lt;br /&gt;This thought is the our dream close to our heart,&lt;br /&gt;It is secured in our hearts every beat…&lt;br /&gt;This thought creates our happy world in the dreams,&lt;br /&gt;After a time the power of thought and wishes reaches its extremes,&lt;br /&gt;When the desire to get what we yearn for becomes too strong,&lt;br /&gt;Then it becomes difficult to ignore &amp; its not at all wrong..&lt;br /&gt;This dream comes into reality we achieve what we fancy….&lt;br /&gt;Contended we are for some time till the mind picks up its tendency…&lt;br /&gt;It starts the thinking process, we yearn for something else and then something else,&lt;br /&gt;All we can say is the mind has wishes and thought ENDLESS….!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-114225657555857834?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/114225657555857834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=114225657555857834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114225657555857834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114225657555857834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2006/03/power-of-thought.html' title='THE POWER OF THOUGHT!'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-114199419681090548</id><published>2006-03-10T18:42:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-03-10T19:06:36.833+06:30</updated><title type='text'>He is there in every Bit of Nature around me!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/Calm%20landscape.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/400/Calm%20landscape.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was walking along the winding path in the beautiful landscape,&lt;br /&gt;Not a single bit of it could my sight escape,&lt;br /&gt;The soothing breeze reminded me of his touch,&lt;br /&gt;The one which showed for me care much,&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the majestic mountain peaks,&lt;br /&gt;Those reminded me of his strength,&lt;br /&gt;There were few decorations of fog on the mountain like streaks,&lt;br /&gt;These streaks were hiding behind them the mountain's portion,&lt;br /&gt;Creating in my mind a riddles notion.&lt;br /&gt;That reminded me of his habbit of hiding from me unnecessary worries and things,&lt;br /&gt;But guiding me every step and telling me what the next moment brings,&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the stone next to the whooshing river,&lt;br /&gt;Let my feet dip the cool water which made my body quiver.&lt;br /&gt;That reminded me, that every moment we had been together,&lt;br /&gt;May it had been joy, happiness or bother.&lt;br /&gt;A flower suddenly dropped on me from the tree above my head,&lt;br /&gt;It kind of represented every gift that he gave me in my life and every moment towards happiness that he had lead,&lt;br /&gt;My heart was overfull with joy,&lt;br /&gt;I felt like holding this moment and let it never pass by,&lt;br /&gt;He was there with me every moment,&lt;br /&gt;It was justified on my part to be so ardent.&lt;br /&gt;I could feel my dearest God in every bit of nature around,&lt;br /&gt;It was not just nature for me but was like God's arms that me surround.!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-114199419681090548?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/114199419681090548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=114199419681090548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114199419681090548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114199419681090548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2006/03/he-is-there-in-every-bit-of-nature.html' title='He is there in every Bit of Nature around me!!!!'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-114182530270390765</id><published>2006-03-08T19:26:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:11:42.880+06:30</updated><title type='text'>The Aims that are huge for us may be tiny in a global view</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/ant.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/400/ant.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I saw the ant the other day,&lt;br /&gt;Carrying a grain of sugar &amp; going its way,&lt;br /&gt;Its very sight,&lt;br /&gt;Left me thinking all night,&lt;br /&gt;The ant has the aim of congregating the grains,&lt;br /&gt;Thats its its only aim which can be decided by its small brains,&lt;br /&gt;I felt it must be feeling that Oh! what an aim I have,&lt;br /&gt;Without me doing this job none of my troops will survive,&lt;br /&gt;It must be holding its head so high,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling that my aim is the biggest and I am going to be adored by every other ant passing by,&lt;br /&gt;When it acheives this aim of accumulation of the grains every season,&lt;br /&gt;It must always be feeling big because of this reason,&lt;br /&gt;But one sad day it dies,&lt;br /&gt;without not a single person apart from its small group who cries,&lt;br /&gt;Whole life it lived with an aim,&lt;br /&gt;Which it felt to be very high and always felt the same,&lt;br /&gt;It must have been arrogant and selfish at times,&lt;br /&gt;It must be too proud of doing the work, may have been unnecessarily pompous at times,&lt;br /&gt;That ant did not know, after its death there was no one to bother except its few loved ones,&lt;br /&gt;Whom it must have hurt a number of times because of its own pride of what it does,&lt;br /&gt;Dont we too live the life of the ant?&lt;br /&gt;That we too cant,&lt;br /&gt;Understand that though we have aims and its necessary to fulfill them,&lt;br /&gt;Yet we should not be proud or pompous of the same,&lt;br /&gt;We should respect each person in our lives and try to keep them happy,because&lt;br /&gt;our world is very small, not many people know us,&lt;br /&gt;Though we may feel ourselves big, that many people know me,&lt;br /&gt;We have so many good thing in us, those which everyone can see,&lt;br /&gt;We may have done wonders, may have acheived sucess which is greatest ,&lt;br /&gt;BUT remember we will always remain small, our aim seen globally can never be the biggest,&lt;br /&gt;The only way in which our life can be utilised  the best,&lt;br /&gt;Is to make each person we meet happy and give love to the rest,&lt;br /&gt;our world is tooo small around,&lt;br /&gt;It consists of the people who in life, us, surround,&lt;br /&gt;When you leave the world, they are the one's who will miss you,&lt;br /&gt;They are the ones who truly love you,&lt;br /&gt;We may know people in thousand or such other numbers,&lt;br /&gt;But dont feel that you are on top, dont make those blunders,&lt;br /&gt;Because there may be crores more who dont know you,&lt;br /&gt;Think of them and then feel the importance of those who know you,&lt;br /&gt;Think of those who care for you,&lt;br /&gt;Dont hurt them because they have some negatives,&lt;br /&gt;Look at their positives,&lt;br /&gt;In life you get true love rarely, appreciate its importance,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in life is more important then the person who loves and cares for you, so give that person more importance...&lt;br /&gt;Dont act like the ant who was silly,&lt;br /&gt;If you think you are too popular and you have acheived great success remember it is a big folly!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/ant.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-114182530270390765?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/114182530270390765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=114182530270390765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114182530270390765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114182530270390765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2006/03/aims-that-are-huge-for-us-may-be-tiny.html' title='The Aims that are huge for us may be tiny in a global view'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-114174396360379388</id><published>2006-03-07T20:25:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-03-07T21:36:03.656+06:30</updated><title type='text'>LIFE is LOVE or LOVE is LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/Love%20tulip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/400/Love%20tulip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life is a lovely gift of our dearest God,&lt;br /&gt;Our good Lord,&lt;br /&gt;We must know that we are here to serve his purpose,&lt;br /&gt;Life is not for us to repose,&lt;br /&gt;We need to work really hard,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; live to his accord,&lt;br /&gt;Life is meant to be loved, to be cared&lt;br /&gt;To be shared,&lt;br /&gt;In life there are mundane things,&lt;br /&gt;The one's to life misery brings,&lt;br /&gt;The only solace of life is love,&lt;br /&gt;You can call it as the other name for life is love,&lt;br /&gt;All mundane things may bring us joy,&lt;br /&gt;But that will always pass by,&lt;br /&gt;But love remains,&lt;br /&gt;Love sustains,&lt;br /&gt;It has no boundaries, no timing,&lt;br /&gt;Death does not lead to separation, there will always be a binding,&lt;br /&gt;Live a life full of love, the love which is selfless,&lt;br /&gt;Which knows no business,&lt;br /&gt;Its just caring,&lt;br /&gt;Its just sharing,&lt;br /&gt;Its just giving,&lt;br /&gt;Its Just LOVING!!!&lt;br /&gt;Smile at the world and the world will smile back,&lt;br /&gt;This is the only way of getting joy, its the knack,&lt;br /&gt;You want happiness give it,&lt;br /&gt;You want joy give it,&lt;br /&gt;You want a smile back give it,&lt;br /&gt;You want a caring hand give it,&lt;br /&gt;Give it such that it will be without expecting,&lt;br /&gt;Without the motive of getting,&lt;br /&gt;See what wonders it creates,&lt;br /&gt;May you not get it from the world but this love God respects,&lt;br /&gt;That happiness, that joy, that smile, that caring hand God will surely give you,&lt;br /&gt;Dont loose on it, go for it, that true love that care is waiting for you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-114174396360379388?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/114174396360379388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=114174396360379388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114174396360379388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114174396360379388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-is-love-or-love-is-life_07.html' title='LIFE is LOVE or LOVE is LIFE'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-114157733322989218</id><published>2006-03-05T22:47:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:18:53.260+06:30</updated><title type='text'>FORGETTING YOURSELF</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/400/Love%203.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Another day has come up,&lt;br /&gt;Dont know how it will sum up,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling is Oh! yet another day that has dawned,&lt;br /&gt;With all that strange loneliness that its brought,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling is why are we living,&lt;br /&gt;With this life what are we gaining?&lt;br /&gt;What is this life all about,&lt;br /&gt;What is that for we are here brought?&lt;br /&gt;A tear drops down from the eye,&lt;br /&gt;There comes out a great big sign,&lt;br /&gt;But then again that dreamy world gives me hopes,&lt;br /&gt;That help got to live is just no jokes,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like expressing my loneliness to all,&lt;br /&gt;But then there is no one to listen to my sorrows at all,&lt;br /&gt;All in this world want to only be given happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Though they do love to share their sadness,&lt;br /&gt;I am always a good listener to others sad stories,&lt;br /&gt;and to help them solve all their problems and worries,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel I too am human then why should I not speak out,&lt;br /&gt;Why should I not tell the whole world my feeling and shout out,&lt;br /&gt;Then I quickly control myself, because I know no one would be interested,&lt;br /&gt;They only want my helping hand, but fail to give theirs to me when by me it is needed,&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself not to feel sad,&lt;br /&gt;Not to feel bad,&lt;br /&gt;Just know that you are here to spread smiles,&lt;br /&gt;These smiles will make people happy in miles,&lt;br /&gt;I give away myself for others,&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting all my bothers,&lt;br /&gt;I spread out the joys of my life to all,&lt;br /&gt;Leave the feeling with me that my bothers are too small,&lt;br /&gt;There are people who may be more sad,&lt;br /&gt;There may be people whose state may be more bad,&lt;br /&gt;So let my life be utilised to spread smiles,&lt;br /&gt;give happiness and give joy in huge piles,&lt;br /&gt;Live for me is forgetting myself,&lt;br /&gt;Giving out joys by sacrificing thyself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/Love%203.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/Love%203.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/Love%203.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-114157733322989218?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/114157733322989218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=114157733322989218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114157733322989218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114157733322989218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2006/03/forgetting-yourself.html' title='FORGETTING YOURSELF'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-114138915705075665</id><published>2006-03-03T18:28:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-03-03T19:02:37.060+06:30</updated><title type='text'>The Mystic Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/Cloudy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/400/Cloudy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly in this world we are entering,&lt;br /&gt;We are desperately crying,&lt;br /&gt;All others around are rejoicing,&lt;br /&gt;With those tiny eyes we look around,&lt;br /&gt;Towards the people that surround,&lt;br /&gt;We feel a bitterness within,&lt;br /&gt;because we are back again cause that unpleasant journey has ought to begin.&lt;br /&gt;All life we are going to slog, All life things we are going to accumulate,&lt;br /&gt;God will be the one to decide each step, he is the one to manipulate,&lt;br /&gt;The long winding path with twists and turns lies ahead,&lt;br /&gt;The silence and peace we were fond has been left behind,&lt;br /&gt;Again we are to live in bits, in joys, in sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;There would be pleasant days, happiness as well as morrow,&lt;br /&gt;There would be artificiality around in each and every phase,&lt;br /&gt;That real love &amp; understanding would always be difficult to get at life's each stage,&lt;br /&gt;We would be a child, then step into the young age,&lt;br /&gt;finally we would be mid aged and then reach the old age,&lt;br /&gt;After that there is bound to be the day when life begins for us,&lt;br /&gt;When for others and the world we would from the body surpass,&lt;br /&gt;When all the frontiers of time we would cross,&lt;br /&gt;When there would be no bonding, no aritifice,&lt;br /&gt;God would again caress us with utmost love, it would feel so nice,&lt;br /&gt;It would be as if we have got the best we need,&lt;br /&gt;Also back to the world we would no longer want to proceed,&lt;br /&gt;We come and live the life full of materialistic things,&lt;br /&gt;Have we ever thought to us what it brings,&lt;br /&gt;All great people teach us that do away with materialistic pleasures,&lt;br /&gt;Look at life's great true treasurers,&lt;br /&gt;You can spread a smile, make someone happy, give unselfish love to all,&lt;br /&gt;All this will help you to go away from the whole world but at the same time to the best in the journey of life and then easily answer the final call,&lt;br /&gt;Now we are at peace, though we see the world we are happy we are not there,&lt;br /&gt;Instead we have all the true love, the peace, the satisfaction here,&lt;br /&gt;We are far off from that short restless journey called as life,&lt;br /&gt;That mystical life!! Whose each and every facet now we know.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-114138915705075665?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/114138915705075665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=114138915705075665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114138915705075665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114138915705075665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2006/03/mystic-life.html' title='The Mystic Life'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-114130466998177527</id><published>2006-03-02T19:06:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:34:29.990+06:30</updated><title type='text'>MORNING OF HOPE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/morning.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/400/morning.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sustains on hope,&lt;br /&gt;That our life will change its robe,&lt;br /&gt;Things that we wish will happen,&lt;br /&gt;Great happiness that we wanted will walk in..&lt;br /&gt;There will be blossoms of joy,&lt;br /&gt;All happiness and no cry,&lt;br /&gt;Life will become wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;Things around will that time seem beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;We have these dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Though they may be extremes,&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness we are dreaming sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;After the dreamy night the morning will be slowly creeping,&lt;br /&gt;Thus when there is a dream in our life,&lt;br /&gt;The morning of it fulfillment will come when we strive,&lt;br /&gt;The dawn has to come surely,&lt;br /&gt;Only if we have the dream and wish it comes true desperately!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-114130466998177527?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/114130466998177527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=114130466998177527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114130466998177527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114130466998177527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2006/03/morning-of-hope.html' title='MORNING OF HOPE!!'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162051.post-114113353821240203</id><published>2006-02-28T20:02:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-03-01T19:06:26.130+06:30</updated><title type='text'>In the world all ALONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/1600/clouds.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6822/1197/400/clouds.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                     &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN THE WORLD ALL ALONE...!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;blockquote id="37525ba8"&gt;&lt;blockquote id="b16cce35"&gt;&lt;blockquote id="3f68bbaa"&gt;&lt;p&gt;We often here people saying "Past is History, Tommorow is Mystery, Today is a gift, Thats why it is called as Present". Each person often wanders ahead of time or his thoughts drift in the past.... How many of us really live in the present.... Its difficult to think always of the present, why because present is the one which is happening... Which is reality. One often likes to be in the land full of dreams, joys, happiness... where there is no place for sorrow... Each person has their own land of dreams.... When you are there you dont feel like returning back, you feel that perfection there, dont wish to come to the realistic world which is often full of tensions, worries.... but life has to go on and we need the present for that... Having an exclusive world of your own often helps us regain that spirit of living, after all life lasts on hope... Hope that one day that world which we have dreamt of will come down into reality, the things we have always wanted will be actually ours, some day some moment we will be the happiest cause our dream which we often had in our minds, the picture we always drew in our minds has come down upon the canvas of life, the real life.!! A world our exclusive world, where our imagination can run wild... Where we can walk on the lush green grass, run amongst the lovely garden of yellow flowers, experience the wind against our face, get drenched in the rain, all this and more we can do every day in the land of dreams, day be or night we can keep dreaming.....we can experience the true love and understanding that we need, which we may not get from this selfish world, just get the needed care and forget about all our worries.... Hopes sustain a person and truly one day this hope of getting the land of dreams to reality often captures our minds... Work towards it and most of the time impossible becomes possible..... But till this happens we are ALONE in this world, because our dreams are our sole savers.... Live a life full of dreams and experience the magic happening!!!! Dreams can often come to reality but often we lose on things because we are even scared to dream!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162051-114113353821240203?l=intheworldallalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/feeds/114113353821240203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162051&amp;postID=114113353821240203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114113353821240203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162051/posts/default/114113353821240203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheworldallalone.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-world-all-alone_28.html' title='In the world all ALONE'/><author><name>Priya_Satarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537266088215338295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
