<?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-4215322594095539680</id><updated>2011-10-27T19:59:55.773-07:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='Live'/><title type='text'>Some Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-6892520061163201843</id><published>2008-11-27T21:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:46:22.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whom to blame?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;Boy was born to a couple after eleven years of  marriage. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;They were a Loving couple  and the boy was the gem of their eyes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;When the boy was Around two years old, one morning the husband saw a  medicine bottle Open.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the  bottle and keep It in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally  forgot The matter.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle  fascinated by Its colour and drank it all.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;It happened to be a poisonous medicine Meant for adults in small dosages.  When the child collapsed the mother Hurried him to the hospital, where he died.  The mother was stunned. She Was terrified how to face her husband.&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;When  the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the&lt;b&gt; dead child&lt;/b&gt;  ,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;He looked at his wife and uttered just  five words.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUESTIONS:  &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;1. What were the five  words?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;2. What is the implication of  this story?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANSWER :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;The husband just said &amp;quot;&lt;b&gt;I am with you  Darling&lt;/b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;The husband&amp;#39;s totally  unexpected reaction is a proactive Behavior.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;The Child is dead. He can never be brought back to life.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;There is no point In finding fault with the mother.  Besides, if only he had taken time to Keep the bottle away, this would not have  happened.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her only child.  What she Needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband.  That is what he gave her. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;If  everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would Be much  fewer problems in the world. &amp;quot;A journey of a thousand miles Begins with a single  step.&amp;quot; Take off all your envies, jealousies, Forgiveness, selfishness, and  fears. And you will find things are Actually not as difficult as you think.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif" size="2"&gt;Sometimes we spend time in asking  who is responsible or whom to blame, Whether in a relationship, in a job or with  the people we know. By this Way we miss out some warmth in human relationship.  &lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-6892520061163201843?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/6892520061163201843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=6892520061163201843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/6892520061163201843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/6892520061163201843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2008/11/whom-to-blame.html' title='Whom to blame?'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-3137867855074590147</id><published>2008-11-16T20:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:15:52.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you don't try...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;You&amp;#39;ve                    failed many times, although you don&amp;#39;t remember.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;You fell                    down the first time you tried to walk.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;You almost drowned                    the first time you tried to swim.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Don&amp;#39;t worry about                    failure.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Worry about the chances you miss,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;when you                    don&amp;#39;t even try.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-3137867855074590147?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/3137867855074590147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=3137867855074590147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/3137867855074590147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/3137867855074590147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-you-dont-try.html' title='When you don&apos;t try...'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-1530926263295621167</id><published>2008-10-15T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:41:50.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Go Your Past!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;The                    brightest future will always&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;be based on a forgotten                    past;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;You can&amp;#39;t go forward in life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;until you let go                    of your past failures.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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/4215322594095539680-1530926263295621167?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/1530926263295621167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=1530926263295621167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/1530926263295621167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/1530926263295621167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2008/10/let-go-your-past.html' title='Let Go Your Past!'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-229800706644401829</id><published>2008-10-09T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:55:23.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When we have hope!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;As long as                    we have hope, we have direction,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;the energy to move, and                    the map to move by.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;We have a hundred                    alternatives,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;a thousand paths and an infinity of                    dreams.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Hopeful, we are halfway to where we want to                    go;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Hopeless, we are lost forever.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&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/4215322594095539680-229800706644401829?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/229800706644401829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=229800706644401829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/229800706644401829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/229800706644401829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-we-have-hope.html' title='When we have hope!'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-1042898038603003762</id><published>2008-09-07T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:03:02.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Your Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do not                    worry about yesterday, it's past and it will never                    change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do not worry about tomorrow, it's anyway going to                    be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You cannot make the most of tomorrow, without                    first making the most of today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You can change your                    tomorrow, only by changing your today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-1042898038603003762?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/1042898038603003762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=1042898038603003762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/1042898038603003762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/1042898038603003762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2008/09/change-your-tomorrow.html' title='Change Your Tomorrow'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-4706605238052564607</id><published>2008-03-20T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T02:35:24.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jus Sail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;As we sail                    through life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;don't avoid storms and rough waters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Just                    let it pass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Just Sail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Always remember,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Calm                    seas never make skillful sailors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-4706605238052564607?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/4706605238052564607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=4706605238052564607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/4706605238052564607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/4706605238052564607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2008/03/jus-sail.html' title='Jus Sail!'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-7690505899068086985</id><published>2007-12-02T21:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T21:12:59.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wow! response</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Unicode MS" size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last spring I was walking in a                    park. A short distance ahead of me was a mom and her                    three-year-old daughter. The little girl was holding on to a                    string that was attached to a helium balloon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All of a                    sudden, a sharp gust of wind took the balloon from the little                    girl. I braced myself for some screaming and                    crying.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But, no! As the little girl turned to watch her                    balloon go skyward, she gleefully shouted out, Wow!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I                    didn&amp;#39;t realize it at that moment, but that little girl taught                    me something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Later that day, I received a phone call                    from a person with news of an unexpected problem. I felt like                    responding with Oh no, what should we do But remembering that                    little girl, I found myself saying, Wow, that&amp;#39;s interesting!                    How can I help you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One thing&amp;#39;s for sure - life&amp;#39;s always                    going to keep us off balance with its unexpected problems.                    That&amp;#39;s a given. What&amp;#39;s not preordained is our response. We can                    choose to be frustrated or fascinated.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;No matter what                    the situation, a fascinated Wow! will always beat a frustrated                    Oh, no.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So the next time you experience one of life&amp;#39;s                    unexpected gusts, remember that little girl and make it a Wow!                    experience. The Wow! response always                    works.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-7690505899068086985?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/7690505899068086985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=7690505899068086985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/7690505899068086985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/7690505899068086985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2007/12/wow-response.html' title='The Wow! response'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-9148130018955732427</id><published>2007-11-13T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:22:01.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Moments of Joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A short story by Barry Kingsley&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. It was a cowboy&amp;#39;s life, a life for someone who wanted no boss. What I didn&amp;#39;t realize was that it was also a ministry.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a moving confessional. Passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, made me laugh and weep.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was responding to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partiers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory for the industrial part of town.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Just a minute,&amp;quot; answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940&amp;#39;s movie.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Would you carry my bag out to the car?&amp;quot; she said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s nothing,&amp;quot; I told her. &amp;quot;I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, you&amp;#39;re such a good boy,&amp;quot; she said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, &amp;quot;Could you drive through downtown?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s not the shortest way,&amp;quot; I answered quickly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, I don&amp;#39;t mind,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m in no hurry. I&amp;#39;m on my way to a hospice.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I looked in the rear view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t have any family left,&amp;quot; she continued. &amp;quot;The doctor says I don&amp;#39;t have very long.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. &amp;quot;What route would you like me to take?&amp;quot; I asked.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she&amp;#39;d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m tired. Let&amp;#39;s go now.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;How much do I owe you?&amp;quot; she asked, reaching into her purse.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Nothing,&amp;quot; I said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You have to make a living,&amp;quot; she answered.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;There are other passengers,&amp;quot; I responded.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;Thank you.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I didn&amp;#39;t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient at the end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On a quick review, I don&amp;#39;t think that I have done anything more important in my life. We&amp;#39;re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware--beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;People may not remember exactly what you did, or what you said, ...but they will always remember how you made them feel.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-9148130018955732427?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/9148130018955732427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=9148130018955732427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/9148130018955732427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/9148130018955732427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-moments-of-joy.html' title='Little Moments of Joy!'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-7110433878417102741</id><published>2007-11-11T23:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T23:45:21.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Love - Perfect Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#993300" size="4"&gt;!!*!!Perfect Love Perfect Friend!!*!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;Magic Man&lt;br&gt;I know the joy that comes from&lt;br&gt;feeling closer to someone&lt;br&gt;than I&amp;#39;ve ever felt before. &lt;br&gt;Because you are my love,&lt;br&gt;I know the passion of wanting&lt;br&gt;to share everything I have,&lt;br&gt;everything I am with you&lt;br&gt;and only you.&lt;br&gt;Because you are my friend,&lt;br&gt;I know that I can count on you&lt;br&gt;to hold my hand&lt;br&gt; through the rough times&lt;br&gt;and to be there&lt;br&gt;to share the good times, too.&lt;br&gt;Because you are my friend,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll always have someone&lt;br&gt;to make me smile;&lt;br&gt;just when I need it most,&lt;br&gt;to encourage me when I&amp;#39;m feeling &lt;br&gt;confused or doubtful.&lt;br&gt;And I know that I must be&lt;br&gt;one of the luckiest people&lt;br&gt;in the world&lt;br&gt;to have someone like you-&lt;br&gt;the perfect love,&lt;br&gt;the perfect friend. &lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-7110433878417102741?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/7110433878417102741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=7110433878417102741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/7110433878417102741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/7110433878417102741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2007/11/perfect-love-perfect-friend.html' title='Perfect Love - Perfect Friend'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-6747326946847176063</id><published>2007-09-25T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T11:00:01.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little lessons of life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Arial Unicode MS" size="2"&gt;Don&amp;#39;t go for looks, they can deceive.&lt;br&gt;Don&amp;#39;t go for wealth even that fades away.&lt;br&gt;Go for someone who makes you smile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There are moments in life&lt;br&gt;when you really miss someone &lt;br&gt;that you want to pick them up&lt;br&gt;from your dreams and hug them.&lt;br&gt;Hope you dream of that someone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dream what you want to dream,&lt;br&gt;go where you want to go,&lt;br&gt;be what you want to be,&lt;br&gt;because you have only one life &lt;br&gt;and one chance to do all the things&lt;br&gt;you want in life. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;May you have...&lt;br&gt;Enough happiness to make you sweet&lt;br&gt;Enough trials to make you strong&lt;br&gt;Enough sorrow to keep you human&lt;br&gt;Enough hope to make you happy &lt;br&gt;And enough money to buy gifts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When one door of happiness closes, another opens.&lt;br&gt;But we often took so long at the closed door,&lt;br&gt;that we don&amp;#39;t see the one which has been opened for us. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The best kind of friend is the one &lt;br&gt;you could sit on a porch, swing with,&lt;br&gt;never saying a word and then walk away feeling&lt;br&gt;like that was the best conversation you&amp;#39;ve had.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s true that we don&amp;#39;t know&lt;br&gt;what we&amp;#39;ve got until we lose it, &lt;br&gt;but it&amp;#39;s also true that we don&amp;#39;t know what&lt;br&gt;we&amp;#39;ve been missing until it arrives. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Always put yourself in other&amp;#39;s shoes.&lt;br&gt;If you feel that it hurts you,&lt;br&gt;it probably does hurt the person too. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-6747326946847176063?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/6747326946847176063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=6747326946847176063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/6747326946847176063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/6747326946847176063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-lessons-of-life.html' title='Little lessons of life!'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-7649367292424825405</id><published>2007-08-21T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T08:06:52.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfections!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much planning and preparation you              do, something will not turn out the way you wanted it to be. Yet              even when those inevitable disappointments do indeed come, you can              adapt and make the very most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not perfect and              yet it can be perfectly wonderful. It's great to aim for perfection,              and even better to achieve excellence in spite of the imperfections              you encounter. When people and situations refuse to cooperate, you              can be amazingly adaptable. You can move toward excellence even in              the most distressing, imperfect scenarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though what you              have is not perfect, you can work with it. Accept what you have,              imperfections and all, with gratitude and enthusiasm. Don't spend              your time waiting for the perfect situation, something which is not              very likely to come. Go ahead with life as it is, with the bumps and              the pitfalls, and give your best to every              moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-7649367292424825405?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/7649367292424825405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=7649367292424825405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/7649367292424825405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/7649367292424825405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2007/08/imperfections.html' title='Imperfections!'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-835735895690601355</id><published>2007-08-13T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T09:45:27.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The moment you are in TENSION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The moment you are in TENSION&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You will lose your ATTENTION&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then you are in total CONFUSION&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;and you&amp;#39;ll feel IRRITATION&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;This may spoil your personal RELATIONS &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ultimately, you won&amp;#39;t get COOPERATION&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And get things into COMPLICATION&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then you may raise CAUTION&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And you have to take MEDICATION&lt;br&gt;Why not try understanding the SITUATION&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And try to think about the SOLUTION &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Many problems will be solved by DISCUSSION&lt;br&gt;Which will work out better in your PROFESSION&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don&amp;#39;t think this is a free SUGGESTION&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It is only for your PREVENTION&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you understand my INTENTION &lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;ll never come again into TENSION&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-835735895690601355?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/835735895690601355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=835735895690601355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/835735895690601355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/835735895690601355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2007/08/moment-you-are-in-tension.html' title='The moment you are in TENSION!'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-5820717107726394944</id><published>2007-08-09T03:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T03:28:11.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Look Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;As you travel through life, there are always              those times&lt;br&gt;When decisions just have to be made;&lt;br&gt;When the              choices are hard and solutions seem scarce,&lt;br&gt;And the rain seems to              soak your parade.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There are some situations where all you can              do&lt;br&gt;Is to simply let go and move on,&lt;br&gt;Gather courage together              and choose a direction&lt;br&gt;That carries you toward a new              dawn.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So pack up your troubles and take a step              forward-&lt;br&gt;The process of change can be tough,&lt;br&gt;But think about              all the excitement ahead,&lt;br&gt;If you can be stalwart              enough.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There could be adventures you never imagined&lt;br&gt;Just              waiting around the next bend -&lt;br&gt;And wishes and dreams just about              to come true&lt;br&gt;In ways you can&amp;#39;t yet comprehend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Perhaps              you&amp;#39;ll find friendships that spring from new interests&lt;br&gt;As you              challenge your status quo,&lt;br&gt;And you learn there are so many              options in life&lt;br&gt;And so many ways you can grow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Perhaps              you&amp;#39;ll go places you never expected&lt;br&gt;And see things you&amp;#39;ve never              seen -&lt;br&gt;Or travel to fabulous far-away worlds&lt;br&gt;And wonderful              spots in between.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Perhaps you&amp;#39;ll find warmth and affection              and caring -&lt;br&gt;A &amp;quot;somebody special&amp;quot; who&amp;#39;s there&lt;br&gt;To help you stay              centered and listen with interest&lt;br&gt;To stories and feelings you              share.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Perhaps you&amp;#39;ll find comfort in knowing your              friends&lt;br&gt;Are supportive of all that you do -&lt;br&gt;And believe that              whatever decisions you make,&lt;br&gt;They&amp;#39;ll be the right choices for              you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So keep putting one foot in front of the other,&lt;br&gt;And              taking your life day by day.&lt;br&gt;There&amp;#39;s a brighter tomorrow that&amp;#39;s              just down the road,&lt;br&gt;Don&amp;#39;t look back, you&amp;#39;re not going that              way.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-5820717107726394944?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/5820717107726394944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=5820717107726394944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/5820717107726394944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/5820717107726394944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-look-back.html' title='Don&apos;t Look Back'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-936245710191853331</id><published>2007-08-06T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T12:11:41.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Loose Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt; text-decoration: underline;" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;If you can look at the sunset and              smile,&lt;br&gt;then you still have hope…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you can find beauty in              the colors of a small flower,&lt;br&gt;then you still have hope…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If              you can find pleasure in the movement of a butterfly,&lt;br&gt;then you              still have hope…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If the smile of a child can still warm your              heart,&lt;br&gt;then you still have hope…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you can see the good              in other people,&lt;br&gt;then you still have hope…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If the rain              breaking on a roof top can still lull you to sleep,&lt;br&gt;then you              still have hope…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If the sight of a rainbow still makes you              stop and stare in wonder,&lt;br&gt;then you still have hope…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If the              soft fur of a favored pet still feels pleasant under your              fingertips,&lt;br&gt;then you still have hope…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you meet new              people with a trace of excitement and optimism,&lt;br&gt;then you still              have hope…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you give people the benefit of a doubt,&lt;br&gt;then              you still have hope…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you still offer your hand in              friendship to others&lt;br&gt;that have touched your life, then you still              have hope…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If receiving an unexpected card or letter still              brings&lt;br&gt;a pleasant surprise, then you still have hope…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If              the suffering of others still fills you with pain and              frustration,&lt;br&gt;then you still have hope…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you refuse to              let a friendship die, or accept that it must end,&lt;br&gt;then you still              have hope…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you look forward to a time or place of quiet              and reflection,&lt;br&gt;then you still have hope…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you still buy              the ornaments, put up the Christmas tree or cook the              &lt;br&gt;turkey,&lt;br&gt;then you still have hope…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you still watch              love stories or want the endings to be happy,&lt;br&gt;then you still have              hope…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you can look to the past and smile,&lt;br&gt;then you              still have hope….&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If, when faced with the bad, when told              everything is futile, you can still &lt;br&gt;look up and end the              conversation with the phrase… yeah….BUT.. Then you still &lt;br&gt;have              hope…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hope is such a marvelous thing. It bends, it twists, it              sometimes hides, but &lt;br&gt;rarely does it break… It sustains us when              nothing else can… It gives us &lt;br&gt;reason to continue and courage to              move ahead, when we tell ourselves we'd &lt;br&gt;rather give              in…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hope puts a smile on our face when the heart cannot              manage… Hope puts our &lt;br&gt;feet on the path when our eyes cannot see              it… Hope moves us to act when our &lt;br&gt;souls are confused of the              direction….&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hope is a wonderful thing, something to be              cherished and nurtured, and &lt;br&gt;something that will refresh us in              return… And it can be found in each of us, &lt;br&gt;and it can bring              light into the darkest of places…&lt;br&gt;Never lose              hope…&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-936245710191853331?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/936245710191853331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=936245710191853331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/936245710191853331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/936245710191853331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2007/08/never-loose-hope.html' title='Never Loose Hope'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-2513585724890593779</id><published>2007-06-30T03:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T03:17:37.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing among friends!</title><content type='html'>Life ends when you stop dreaming, hope ends when you stop believing, love ends when you stop caring, Friendship ends when you stop Sharing!!&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;Thanks &amp;amp; Regards,&lt;br&gt;Varunkumar Nagarajan&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot; Life can give u a hundred reasons to cry,&lt;br&gt; But u can give life a thousand reasons to smile.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-2513585724890593779?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/2513585724890593779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=2513585724890593779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/2513585724890593779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/2513585724890593779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2007/06/sharing-among-friends.html' title='Sharing among friends!'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-8145138067003582015</id><published>2007-06-14T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:48:07.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth About Failure!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Failure doesn&amp;#39;t mean you are a failure... ...it does mean              you haven&amp;#39;t &lt;br&gt;succeeded yet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Failure doesn&amp;#39;t mean you have              accomplished nothing... ...it does mean you &lt;br&gt;have learned              something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Failure doesn&amp;#39;t mean you have been a fool... ...it              does mean you had a lot &lt;br&gt;of faith.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Failure doesn&amp;#39;t mean              you have been disgraced... ...it does mean you were &lt;br&gt;willing to              try.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Failure doesn&amp;#39;t mean you don&amp;#39;t have it... ...it does              mean you have to do &lt;br&gt;something in a different way.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Failure              doesn&amp;#39;t mean you are inferior... ...it does mean you are not              &lt;br&gt;perfect.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Failure doesn&amp;#39;t mean you&amp;#39;ve wasted your life...              ...it does mean you&amp;#39;ve a &lt;br&gt;reason to start afresh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Failure              doesn&amp;#39;t mean you should give up... ...it does mean you should try              &lt;br&gt;harder.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Failure doesn&amp;#39;t mean you&amp;#39;ll never make it...              ...it does mean it will take a &lt;br&gt;little longer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Failure              doesn&amp;#39;t mean God has abandoned you... ...it does mean God has a              &lt;br&gt;better idea!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-8145138067003582015?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/8145138067003582015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=8145138067003582015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/8145138067003582015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/8145138067003582015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2007/06/truth-about-failure.html' title='The Truth About Failure!'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-5762622198823797629</id><published>2007-06-03T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:24:22.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never give up on anything!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Its Madness -&lt;br&gt;To hate all roses, because you got scratched by one thorn.&lt;br&gt;To give up all your dreams, because one did not come true.&lt;br&gt;To lose faith in prayers, because one was not answered.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To give up on your efforts, because one of them failed.&lt;br&gt;To condemn all your friends, because one of them betrayed.&lt;br&gt;Not to believe in love, because someone was unfaithful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Remember that, another chance may come up.&lt;br&gt;A new friend, A new love, A new life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Never give up on anything!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-5762622198823797629?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/5762622198823797629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=5762622198823797629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/5762622198823797629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/5762622198823797629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2007/06/never-give-up-on-anything.html' title='Never give up on anything!'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-6990032130772682016</id><published>2007-05-28T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:44:08.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cage Door!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;A fable tells about two              birds, each in a cage with food and water. One bird rebelled against              his conditions, rejected the food and kept knocking his head against              the cage door. A few hours later, he died of his injuries.&lt;br&gt;The              other bird said, &amp;quot;Nothing&amp;#39;s worth dying that way.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let me              enjoy the food and water and be grateful for the little space in              which I can fly.&amp;quot; At the end of the day, the master came to free              both birds. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But only one was ready and able to enjoy freedom              while the other lost it once and forever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Our life may get              trapped in a cage. Closed doors might be health problems, job              problems, financial limitations, feeling of rejection and              insecurity, marriage problems, inability to meet your life partner,              etc.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If we focus on the closed door, we will eventually act              like the poor bird. But if we enjoy our life the way it is granted,              we will eventually be freed. In such situations, &amp;quot;It is good that              one should hope and wait quietly&lt;br&gt;for the salvation of the Lord.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-6990032130772682016?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/6990032130772682016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=6990032130772682016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/6990032130772682016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/6990032130772682016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2007/05/cage-door.html' title='The Cage Door!'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-3772058911118316416</id><published>2007-05-28T04:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T04:40:51.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drops of Oil!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;A certain shopkeeper              sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest              man in the world. The lad wandered through the desert for forty              days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a              mountain. &lt;br&gt;It was there that the wise man lived.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rather              than finding a saintly man though, our young lad, on entering the              main room of the castle, saw a hive of activity tradesmen came and              went, people were conversing in the corners, a small orchestra was              playing soft &lt;br&gt;music, and there was a table covered with platters              of the most delicious food in that part of the world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The              wise man listened attentively to the boy&amp;#39;s explanation of why he had              come, but told him that he didn&amp;#39;t have just then to explain the              secret of happiness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He suggested that the boy look around              the palace and return in two hours. Meanwhile, I want to ask you to              do something, said the wise man, handing the boy a teaspoon that              held two drops of oil. As you wander around, carry this spoon              without allowing the oil to spill.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The boy began climbing and              descending the many stairways of the castle, keeping his eyes fixed              on the spoon. After two hours, he returned to the room where the              wise man was.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, said the wise man, did you see the              Persian tapestries that are hanging in the dining hall? Did you see              the garden that took the master gardener 10 years to create? Did you              notice the beautiful parchments in my library?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The boy was              embarrassed, and confessed that he had observed nothing. His only              concern had been not to spill the oil that the wise man had              entrusted to him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then go back and observe the marvels of my              world, said the wise man. Relieved, the boy picked up the spoon and              returned to his exploration of the palace, this time observing all              the works of art on the ceilings and the &lt;br&gt;walls. He saw the              gardens and the mountains all around him, the beauty of the flowers.              Upon returning to the wise man, he related in detail everything he              had seen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But where are the drops of oil I entrusted to you,              asked the wise man. Looking down at the spoon he held, the boy saw              that the oil was gone. Well, there is only one piece of advice I can              give you, said the wisest of wise &lt;br&gt;men. The secret of happiness              is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the              drops of oil on the spoon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This story serves as just a little              reminder that while we get all caught up in the frenzy of work and              assignments, we mustn&amp;#39;t forget about the drops of oil, the things in              life that really matter... friends, family, stuffed toys... and the              ties that bind..&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-3772058911118316416?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/3772058911118316416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=3772058911118316416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/3772058911118316416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/3772058911118316416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2007/05/drops-of-oil.html' title='Drops of Oil!'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-2309630746647981901</id><published>2007-05-26T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T05:13:00.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are unique!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Enjoy that uniqueness.              You do not have to pretend in order to seem more like someone else.              You weren&amp;#39;t meant to be like someone else. You do not have to lie to              conceal the parts of you that are not like what you see in              &lt;br&gt;anyone else.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You were meant to be different. Nowhere ever              in all of history will the same things be going on in anyone&amp;#39;s mind,              soul and spirit as are going on in yours right now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you              did not exist, there would be a hole in creation, a gap in history,              something missing from the plan for humankind. Treasure your              uniqueness. It is a gift given only to you. Enjoy it and share              it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;No one can reach out to others in the same way that you              can. No one can speak your words. No one can convey your meanings.              No one can comfort with your kind of comfort. No one can bring your              kind of understanding to another person.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;No one can be              cheerful and lighthearted and joyous in your way. No one can smile              your smile. No one else can bring the whole unique impact of you to              another human being.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Share your uniqueness. Let it be free to              flow out among your family and friends and people you meet in the              rush and clutter of living wherever you are. That gift of yourself              was given you to enjoy and share. Give yourself &lt;br&gt;away!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;See              it! Receive it! Let it tickle you! Let it form you and nudge you and              inspire you!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-2309630746647981901?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/2309630746647981901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=2309630746647981901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/2309630746647981901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/2309630746647981901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-are-unique.html' title='You are unique!'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-3638722193454756133</id><published>2007-05-18T01:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T01:29:21.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Too often we don't realize what we have until it is gone;&lt;br /&gt;Too often we wait too late to say "I'm sorry - I was wrong."&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones we hold dearest to our hearts;&lt;br /&gt;And we allow foolish things to tear our lives apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far too many times we let unimportant things into our minds;&lt;br /&gt;And then it's usually too late to see what made us blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be sure that you let people know how much they mean to you;&lt;br /&gt;Take that time to say the words before your time is through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure that you appreciate everything you've got&lt;br /&gt;And be thankful for the little things in life that mean a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-3638722193454756133?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/3638722193454756133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=3638722193454756133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/3638722193454756133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/3638722193454756133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2007/05/little-things.html' title='Little Things'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-4777442253209163043</id><published>2007-04-24T02:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T02:49:54.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short story - Commitment</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;I will never              forget what my old headmaster told taught me. Normally when you are              only 15 years of age you do not remember most of the things that are              preached by your teachers. But, this particular story is one such              lesson that I will never forget. Every time I drift off course, I              get reminded of this story. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was a normal Monday morning              at an assembly, and he was addressing the students on important              things in life and about committing ourselves to what is important              to us. This is how the story went: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;An old man lived in a              certain part of London, and he would wake up every morning and go to              the subway. He would get the train right to Central London, and then              sit at the street corner and beg. He would do this every single day              of his life. He sat at the same street corner and begged for almost              20 years. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;His house was filthy, and a stench came out of the              house and it smelled horribly. The neighbors could not stand the              smell anymore, so they summoned the police officers to clear the              place. The officers knocked down the door and cleaned the house.              There were small bags of money all over the house that he had              collected over the years. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The police counted the money, and              they soon realized that the old man was a millionaire. They waited              outside his house in anticipation to share the good news with him.              When he arrived home that evening, he was met by one the officers              who told him that there was no need for him to beg any more as he              was a rich man now, a millionaire. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He said nothing at all;              he went into his house and locked the door. The next morning he woke              up as usual, went to the subway, got into the train, and sat at the              street corner and continued to beg. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Obviously, this old man              had no great plans, dreams or anything significant for his life. We              learn nothing from this story other than staying focused on the              things we enjoy doing, commitment. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We should remain true to              our course; which may mean committing yourselves to things that              people around you would normally disapprove. Let nothing distract us              from being happy, let nothing else determine our fate, but              ourselves. What makes us happy is what matters in the end, not what              we acquire. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-4777442253209163043?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/4777442253209163043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=4777442253209163043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/4777442253209163043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/4777442253209163043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2007/04/short-story-commitment.html' title='Short story - Commitment'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-8321555963955254302</id><published>2007-04-22T03:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T03:55:25.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Life is to Live!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;People come and              go from your life.&lt;br /&gt;Always keep the happy memories you had because              they are the only things u will have at the end of the              day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know what comes tomorrow, but today we should              live happily.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a success if today is too. so make              your today a success..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on with people you love, people              you care.. but if they don't want you; don't be there.. just leave              them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is perfect...&lt;br /&gt;If someone doesn't want you              just leave them and go cause life is there to live not to suffer              ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your life to the fullest!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-8321555963955254302?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/8321555963955254302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=8321555963955254302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/8321555963955254302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/8321555963955254302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-is-to-live.html' title='Life is to Live!'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215322594095539680.post-2355316232209175265</id><published>2007-04-21T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:08:47.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Take life as it comes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Take life as it comes"&lt;/span&gt; - If we follow this excellent phrase, we can lead a happy life without any sort of trouble. Even if u had a bad time, jus try to take some positive points out of that and try to accept that. If u start worrying for things, u will have to keep on worrying abt that and it may lead to trouble ur progress in life. Jus accept watever is happening and try to make the day better. Try to make a smile even at hard times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also accept the fact that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nothing is permanent". &lt;/span&gt;So, there is obviously no need in worrying for things around us. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Jus try to be happy and make others arnd u happy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215322594095539680-2355316232209175265?l=varun-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/2355316232209175265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4215322594095539680&amp;postID=2355316232209175265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/2355316232209175265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215322594095539680/posts/default/2355316232209175265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://varun-thought.blogspot.com/2007/04/take-life-as-it-comes.html' title='Take life as it comes!'/><author><name>Varunkumar Nagarajan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8lDrdZs-8Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAYHU/7KRY78wIqGs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
