<?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-18035785</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:16:51.827-08:00</updated><category term='Poems from the Masters'/><category term='Mood'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='Rilke'/><category term='Different Strokes'/><category term='Indian Poetry'/><category term='Neruda'/><category term='Her Story'/><category term='Sarcasm'/><category term='Sara Teasdale'/><category term='Miscellaneous'/><category term='Shakespeare'/><category term='Romatics'/><category term='Wit'/><category term='Javed Akhtar'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='Foolish'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>Quotes I love</title><subtitle type='html'>I believe, a quote is the cream of wisdom.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-6026915846083395237</id><published>2011-08-18T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T08:46:26.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mood'/><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains; another, a moonlit beach; a third, a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern town. Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years. Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;~&lt;strong&gt;Diane Ackerman&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;em&gt; A Natural History of the Senses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One summer night, out on a flat headland, all but surrounded by the waters of the bay, the horizons were remote and distant rims on the edge of space. Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was no reminder of human life. My companion and I were alone with the stars: the misty river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky, the patterns of the constellations standing out bright and clear, a blazing planet low on the horizon. It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century, this little headland would be thronged with spectators. But it can be seen many scores of nights in any year, and so the lights burned in the cottages and the inhabitants probably gave not a thought to the beauty overhead; and because they could see it almost any night, perhaps they never will.~&lt;strong&gt;Rachel Carson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-6026915846083395237?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6026915846083395237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=6026915846083395237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/6026915846083395237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/6026915846083395237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2011/08/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-2105022743015233047</id><published>2011-08-15T02:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T04:19:54.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Different Strokes'/><title type='text'>Poem Recordings</title><content type='html'>I found this wonderful site where you can hear rare recordings of poems by the poets themselves. Click on each poem to read and listen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a plethora of great poets you can pick from. The link to the most striking one, that of T.S. Eliot, I give here: &lt;a href="http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoet.do?poetId=7069"&gt;http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoet.do?poetId=7069&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-2105022743015233047?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2105022743015233047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=2105022743015233047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/2105022743015233047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/2105022743015233047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2011/08/poem-recordings.html' title='Poem Recordings'/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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-18035785.post-3964992150011732049</id><published>2011-08-12T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T13:01:56.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems from the Masters'/><title type='text'>As I Walked Out One Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;As I walked out one evening,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Walking down Bristol Street,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;The crowds upon the pavement&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Were fields of harvest wheat.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;And down by the brimming river&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;I heard a lover sing &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Under an arch of the railway:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;'Love has no ending.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Till China and Africa meet, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;And the river jumps over the mountain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;And the salmon sing in the street, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;'I'll love you till the ocean&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Is folded and hung up to dry &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;And the seven stars go squawking&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Like geese about the sky.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;The years shall run like rabbits,&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;For in my arms I hold &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;The Flower of the Ages,&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;And the first love of the world.' &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;But all the clocks in the city&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Began to whirr and chime: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;'O let not Time deceive you,&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;You cannot conquer Time.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;'In the burrows of the Nightmare&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Where Justice naked is,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Time watches from the shadow&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;And coughs when you would kiss.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;'In headaches and in worry&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Vaguely life leaks away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;And Time will have his fancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;To-morrow or to-day.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;'Into many a green valley&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Drifts the appalling snow; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Time breaks the threaded dances&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;And the diver's brilliant bow.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;'O plunge your hands in water,&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Plunge them in up to the wrist; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Stare, stare in the basin&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;And wonder what you've missed.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;The desert sighs in the bed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;And the crack in the tea-cup opens&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;A lane to the land of the dead.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;And the Giant is enchanting to Jack, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;And Jill goes down on her back.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;'O look, look in the mirror,&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;O look in your distress: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Life remains a blessing&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Although you cannot bless.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;'O stand, stand at the window&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;As the tears scald and start; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;You shall love your crooked neighbour&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;With your crooked heart.'&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;It was late, late in the evening,&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;The lovers they were gone; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;The clocks had ceased their chiming,&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;And the deep river ran on.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="52%" style="width:52.32%;mso-cellspacing:0in;mso-yfti-tbllook:1184;mso-padding-alt:  1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow:0;mso-yfti-firstrow:yes;height:31.0pt"&gt;   &lt;td valign="top" style="padding:1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt;height:31.0pt"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:   normal;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;- W.H. Auden&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow:1;height:50.8pt"&gt;   &lt;td valign="top" style="padding:1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt;height:50.8pt"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:   normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Listen to this poem in   the voice of Dylan Thomas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.salon.com/mp3s/premium/thomas/dylan_thomas_collection/cd5_a_visit_to_america/05_as_i_walked_out.mp3"&gt;http://static.salon.com/mp3s/premium/thomas/dylan_thomas_collection/cd5_a_visit_to_america/05_as_i_walked_out.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow:2;mso-yfti-lastrow:yes;height:8.25pt"&gt;   &lt;td style="padding:1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt;height:8.25pt"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-3964992150011732049?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3964992150011732049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=3964992150011732049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/3964992150011732049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/3964992150011732049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2011/08/as-i-walked-out-one-evening-walking.html' title='As I Walked Out One Evening'/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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-18035785.post-5109249288849551303</id><published>2011-05-18T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T01:51:01.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mood'/><title type='text'>Lines from Kurt Tucholsky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“Those who hate most fervently must have once loved deeply; those who want to deny the world must have once embraced what they now set on fire.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“Nothing is more difficult and nothing requires more character than to find oneself in open opposition to one's time (and those one loves) and to say loudly: No!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-5109249288849551303?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5109249288849551303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=5109249288849551303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/5109249288849551303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/5109249288849551303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2011/05/lines-from-kurt-tucholsky.html' title='Lines from Kurt Tucholsky'/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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-18035785.post-5189340239412666937</id><published>2010-04-03T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T08:50:20.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romatics'/><title type='text'>Lines Written In Early Spring -William Wordsworth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I HEARD a thousand blended notes,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While in a grove I sate reclined,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bring sad thoughts to the mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To her fair works did Nature link&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The human soul that through me ran;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And much it grieved my heart to think&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What man has made of man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And 'tis my faith that every flower&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoys the air it breathes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The birds around me hopped and played,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their thoughts I cannot measure:—-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the least motion which they made,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It seemed a thrill of pleasure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The budding twigs spread out their fan,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To catch the breezy air;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I must think, do all I can,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That there was pleasure there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If this belief from heaven be sent,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If such be Nature's holy plan,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have I not reason to lament&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What man has made of man? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-5189340239412666937?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5189340239412666937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=5189340239412666937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/5189340239412666937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/5189340239412666937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2010/04/lines-written-in-early-spring-william.html' title='Lines Written In Early Spring -William Wordsworth'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-6275884592854484025</id><published>2009-10-11T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:48:03.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Different Strokes'/><title type='text'>Gabriel's words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...If I would know that these will be the last minutes that I will see you, I will say to you "I love you" and wouldn't assume that you would know it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-6275884592854484025?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6275884592854484025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=6275884592854484025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/6275884592854484025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/6275884592854484025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2009/10/gabriels-words.html' title='Gabriel&apos;s words...'/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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-18035785.post-1713057790019749230</id><published>2009-08-16T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:24:13.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rilke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems from the Masters'/><title type='text'>Again and again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Again and again , however we know the landscape of love&lt;br /&gt;and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,&lt;br /&gt;and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;fall: again and again the two of us walk out together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;under the ancient trees, lie down again and again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;among the flowers, face to face with the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-1713057790019749230?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1713057790019749230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=1713057790019749230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/1713057790019749230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/1713057790019749230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2009/08/again-and-again-however-we-know.html' title='Again and again'/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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-18035785.post-7835312808321332084</id><published>2009-07-08T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:30:34.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neruda'/><title type='text'>Tonight I can write the saddest lines...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Write, for example, "The night is shattered and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance."&lt;br /&gt;The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.&lt;br /&gt;Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.&lt;br /&gt;She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How could one not have loved her great still eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.&lt;br /&gt;To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.&lt;br /&gt;What does it matter that my love could not keep her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The night is shattered and she is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.&lt;br /&gt;My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;The same night whitening the same trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We, of that time, are no longer the same.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.&lt;br /&gt;Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love is so short, forgetting is so long.&lt;br /&gt;Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.&lt;br /&gt;Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-7835312808321332084?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7835312808321332084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=7835312808321332084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/7835312808321332084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/7835312808321332084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2009/07/tonight-i-can-write-saddest-lines.html' title='Tonight I can write the saddest lines...'/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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-18035785.post-1126743651990627234</id><published>2009-06-09T00:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:22:26.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-1126743651990627234?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1126743651990627234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=1126743651990627234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/1126743651990627234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/1126743651990627234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2009/06/spider.html' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-1443966088042443542</id><published>2009-06-08T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:52:14.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Javed Akhtar'/><title type='text'>Time (Waqt), Javed Akhtar</title><content type='html'>The following is the translation fo the orignal in &lt;a href="http://www.javedakhtar.com/tarkash/waqt.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hindi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is time?&lt;br /&gt;What is this thing that goes on without pause?&lt;br /&gt;If it did not pass,&lt;br /&gt;Then where could it have been?&lt;br /&gt;It must have been somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;It has passed.&lt;br /&gt;So where is it now?&lt;br /&gt;It must be somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Where did it come from? Where did it go?&lt;br /&gt;Where did the process start? Where will it end?&lt;br /&gt;What is time?&lt;br /&gt;These events&lt;br /&gt;Incidents&lt;br /&gt;Conflicts&lt;br /&gt;Every grief&lt;br /&gt;Every joy&lt;br /&gt;Every torment&lt;br /&gt;Every pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Every smile&lt;br /&gt;Every tear&lt;br /&gt;Every song&lt;br /&gt;Every scent,&lt;br /&gt;It may be the pain of a wound&lt;br /&gt;Or the magic of a tender touch,&lt;br /&gt;Or lonely voice or cries around;&lt;br /&gt;Success and failures assailing the mind;&lt;br /&gt;The upheavals of care, the tumult of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;All feelings&lt;br /&gt;All emotions&lt;br /&gt;Are like leaves&lt;br /&gt;Floating on the surface of the water.&lt;br /&gt;As they swim along&lt;br /&gt;Now here,&lt;br /&gt;Now there,&lt;br /&gt;And now they disappear,&lt;br /&gt;Gone from site, but&lt;br /&gt;There must be something&lt;br /&gt;Flowing along.&lt;br /&gt;What is this river?&lt;br /&gt;What hills has it come from?&lt;br /&gt;To what sea is it going?&lt;br /&gt;What is time?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think&lt;br /&gt;When I see trees from a moving train,&lt;br /&gt;It seems&lt;br /&gt;They go in the opposite way.&lt;br /&gt;But in reality&lt;br /&gt;The trees are standing still.&lt;br /&gt;So can it be&lt;br /&gt;That all our centuries,&lt;br /&gt;Row upon row, are standing still?&lt;br /&gt;Can it be that time is fixed,&lt;br /&gt;And we alone are in motion?&lt;br /&gt;Can it be that in this one moment&lt;br /&gt;All moments,&lt;br /&gt;All centuries are hidden?&lt;br /&gt;No future&lt;br /&gt;No past.&lt;br /&gt;What has gone by&lt;br /&gt;Is happening now.&lt;br /&gt;I think -&lt;br /&gt;Can it be possible&lt;br /&gt;That this is true,&lt;br /&gt;That we are in motion?&lt;br /&gt;We pass by,&lt;br /&gt;And what we imagine&lt;br /&gt;Is moving&lt;br /&gt;Is really motionless.&lt;br /&gt;Moving, not moving?&lt;br /&gt;Whole or divided?&lt;br /&gt;Is it frozen,&lt;br /&gt;Or is it melting?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;Who can guess?&lt;br /&gt;What is time?&lt;br /&gt;This glorious universe&lt;br /&gt;It seems&lt;br /&gt;Even today is not content&lt;br /&gt;With all its glory.&lt;br /&gt;At every moment&lt;br /&gt;It becomes wider and more vast.&lt;br /&gt;It stretches out its arms&lt;br /&gt;And with its fingers like galaxies&lt;br /&gt;Touches other parts of space.&lt;br /&gt;If this is true,&lt;br /&gt;Outside the bounds of all we can imagine&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there will certainly be a part of space,&lt;br /&gt;Which&lt;br /&gt;So far it has not touched&lt;br /&gt;With its fingers like galaxies,&lt;br /&gt;Where nothing has happened.&lt;br /&gt;A part of space,&lt;br /&gt;Which has not heard the Creator's command,&lt;br /&gt;'Be!'&lt;br /&gt;Where God does not yet exist.&lt;br /&gt;And in that place&lt;br /&gt;There will be no time&lt;br /&gt;One day&lt;br /&gt;This glorious universe will reach&lt;br /&gt;This untouched part of space.&lt;br /&gt;And then with its whole existence&lt;br /&gt;It will cry:&lt;br /&gt;'Be!'&lt;br /&gt;Time will be born there also.&lt;br /&gt;If there is birth, then there is death.&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;It is not true&lt;br /&gt;That time has no end and no beginning.&lt;br /&gt;The thread is very long&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere the thread will have an end.&lt;br /&gt;Now mankind is confused&lt;br /&gt;Because it was born in this cage of time.&lt;br /&gt;It was brought up and raised here.&lt;br /&gt;But now man has discovered&lt;br /&gt;That outside the cage of time&lt;br /&gt;There lies another part of space.&lt;br /&gt;So he thinks,&lt;br /&gt;He asks,&lt;br /&gt;What is time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................................................................&lt;br /&gt; Read about &lt;a href="http://www.javedakhtar.com/biodata1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Javed Akhtar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-1443966088042443542?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1443966088042443542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=1443966088042443542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/1443966088042443542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/1443966088042443542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-javed-akhtar.html' title='Time (Waqt), Javed Akhtar'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-5668627909710886666</id><published>2009-06-04T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:43:24.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems from the Masters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Different Strokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sara Teasdale'/><title type='text'>"Only in Sleep" by Sara Teasdale</title><content type='html'>Only in sleep I see their faces,&lt;br /&gt;Children I played with when I was a child,&lt;br /&gt;Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,&lt;br /&gt;Annie with ringlets warm and wild.&lt;br /&gt;Only in sleep Time is forgotten —&lt;br /&gt;What may have come to them, who can know?&lt;br /&gt;Yet we played last night as long ago,&lt;br /&gt;And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair.&lt;br /&gt;The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces,&lt;br /&gt;I met their eyes and found them mild —&lt;br /&gt;Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;And for them am I too a child?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-5668627909710886666?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5668627909710886666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=5668627909710886666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/5668627909710886666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/5668627909710886666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2009/06/only-in-sleep-by-sara-teasdale.html' title='&quot;Only in Sleep&quot; by Sara Teasdale'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-4338736583361350357</id><published>2009-06-02T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:27:45.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rilke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems from the Masters'/><title type='text'>Childhood -Rilke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It would be good to give much thought, before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you try to find words for something so lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;for those long childhood afternoons you knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;that vanished so completely -and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We're still reminded-: sometimes by a rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but we can no longer say what it means;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;life was never again so filled with meeting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;with reunion and with passing on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;as back then, when nothing happened to use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;except what happens to things and creatures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;we lived their world as something human,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and became filled to the brim with figures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And became as lonely as a sheperd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and as overburdened by vast distances,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and summoned and stirred as from far away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and slowly, like a long new thread,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;introduced into that picture-sequence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-4338736583361350357?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4338736583361350357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=4338736583361350357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/4338736583361350357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/4338736583361350357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2009/06/childhood.html' title='Childhood -Rilke'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-9037071938991493384</id><published>2009-02-19T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:27:45.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rilke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems from the Masters'/><title type='text'>Girl in Love - Rilke</title><content type='html'>That's my window. This minute&lt;br /&gt;So gently did I alight&lt;br /&gt;From sleep--was still floating in it.&lt;br /&gt;Where has my life its limit&lt;br /&gt;And where begins the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could fancy all things around me&lt;br /&gt;Were nothing but I as yet;&lt;br /&gt;Like a crystal's depth, profoundly&lt;br /&gt;Mute, translucent, unlit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have space to spare inside me&lt;br /&gt;For the stars, too: so full of room&lt;br /&gt;Feels my heart; so lightly&lt;br /&gt;Would it let go of him, whom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all I know I have started&lt;br /&gt;To love, it may be to hold.&lt;br /&gt;Strange, as if never charted,&lt;br /&gt;Stares my fortune untold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it I am bedded&lt;br /&gt;Beneath this infinitude,&lt;br /&gt;Fragrant like a meadow,&lt;br /&gt;Hither and thither moved,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling out, yet fearing&lt;br /&gt;Someone might hear the cry,&lt;br /&gt;Destined to disappearing&lt;br /&gt;Within another I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-9037071938991493384?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/9037071938991493384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=9037071938991493384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/9037071938991493384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/9037071938991493384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2009/02/girl-in-love-rilke.html' title='Girl in Love - Rilke'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-2934379961871843885</id><published>2009-02-16T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:28:35.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neruda'/><title type='text'>Neruda once more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonnet LXXXI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now you’re mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.&lt;br /&gt;The night turns on its invisible wheels,&lt;br /&gt;And you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,&lt;br /&gt;We will go together, over the waters of time.&lt;br /&gt;No one else will travel through the shadows with me,&lt;br /&gt;Only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your hands have already opened their delicate fists&lt;br /&gt;And let their soft drifting signs drop away;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes closed like two gray wings, and I move&lt;br /&gt;After, following the folding water you carry, that carries&lt;br /&gt;Me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-2934379961871843885?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2934379961871843885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=2934379961871843885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/2934379961871843885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/2934379961871843885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2009/02/neruda-once-more.html' title='Neruda once more...'/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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-18035785.post-7374711375502585926</id><published>2009-02-16T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:33:49.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><title type='text'>Words of Shakespeare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Give me my Romeo; and when he shall die,&lt;br /&gt;Take him and cut him out in little stars,&lt;br /&gt;And he will make the face of heaven so fine&lt;br /&gt;That all the world will be in love with night&lt;br /&gt;And pay no worship to the garish sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-7374711375502585926?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7374711375502585926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=7374711375502585926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/7374711375502585926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/7374711375502585926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2009/02/words-of-shakespeare.html' title='Words of Shakespeare'/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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-18035785.post-4129822119225710058</id><published>2009-02-15T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:28:35.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neruda'/><title type='text'>Thoughts from Pablo Neruda</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonnet LXIX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence,&lt;br /&gt;Without you moving, slicing the noon&lt;br /&gt;Like a blue flower, without you walking&lt;br /&gt;Later through the fog and the cobbles,&lt;br /&gt;Without the light you carry in your hand,&lt;br /&gt;Golden, which maybe others will not see,&lt;br /&gt;Which maybe no one knew was growing&lt;br /&gt;Like the red beginnings of a rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, without your presence: without your coming&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, incitingly, to know my life,&lt;br /&gt;Gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I am because you are,&lt;br /&gt;Since then you are, I am, we are,&lt;br /&gt;And through love I will be, you will be, we'll be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-4129822119225710058?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4129822119225710058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=4129822119225710058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/4129822119225710058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/4129822119225710058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2009/02/pablo-neruda-sonnet-lxix-maybe.html' title='Thoughts from Pablo Neruda'/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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-18035785.post-157739823338733251</id><published>2008-08-22T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:31:53.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wit'/><title type='text'>In words of Shakespeare</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act II, Sc. I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a girdle round about the earth&lt;br /&gt;In forty minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antony and Cleopatra, Act II, Sc. II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale&lt;br /&gt;Her infinite variety.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As You Like It, Act I, Sc. II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As You Like It, Act V, Sc. I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hamlet, Act IV, Sc. V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know what we are, but know not what we may be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hamlet, Act IV, Sc. V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must wear your rue with a difference.&lt;br /&gt;There 's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they withered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julius Caesar, Act IV, Sc. III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deep of night is crept upon our talk,&lt;br /&gt;And nature must obey necessity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;King Henry IV. Part I, Act II, Sc. III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;King Henry IV. Part II, Act I, Sc. II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;King John, Act III, Sc. IV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale&lt;br /&gt;Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-157739823338733251?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/157739823338733251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=157739823338733251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/157739823338733251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/157739823338733251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-words-of-shakespeare.html' title='In words of Shakespeare'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-7753852094830275954</id><published>2008-07-23T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:27:45.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rilke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems from the Masters'/><title type='text'>You who never arrived in my arms - Rilke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SIgoGbu-GMI/AAAAAAAABJo/QUVgj1G9E3A/s1600-h/sky-and-flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226471458552551618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SIgoGbu-GMI/AAAAAAAABJo/QUVgj1G9E3A/s400/sky-and-flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You who never arrived in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;Beloved, who were lost&lt;br /&gt;from the start,&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what songs&lt;br /&gt;would please you.&lt;br /&gt;I have given up trying to recognize&lt;br /&gt;you in the surging wave of the next moment.&lt;br /&gt;All the immense images in me -- the far-off, deeply-felt&lt;br /&gt;landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and&lt;br /&gt;unsuspected turns in the path,&lt;br /&gt;and those powerful lands that were once&lt;br /&gt;pulsing with the life of the gods--&lt;br /&gt;all rise within me to mean&lt;br /&gt;you, who forever elude me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You, Beloved, who are all&lt;br /&gt;the gardens I have ever gazed at,&lt;br /&gt;longing. An open window&lt;br /&gt;in a country house-- , and you almost&lt;br /&gt;stepped out, pensive, to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;Streets that I chanced upon,--&lt;br /&gt;you had just walked down them and vanished.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors&lt;br /&gt;were still dizzy with your presence and,&lt;br /&gt;startled, gave back my too-sudden image.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? Perhaps the same&lt;br /&gt;bird echoed through both of us&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, separate, in the evening...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-7753852094830275954?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7753852094830275954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=7753852094830275954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/7753852094830275954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/7753852094830275954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-who-never-arrived-in-my-arms-rilke.html' title='You who never arrived in my arms - Rilke'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SIgoGbu-GMI/AAAAAAAABJo/QUVgj1G9E3A/s72-c/sky-and-flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-369876467255653091</id><published>2008-04-30T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:33:33.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems from the Masters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Different Strokes'/><title type='text'>Story - Stephen Dunn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SBhDHB-aWQI/AAAAAAAAA9E/oKN7-Ca6eV0/s1600-h/christmas-fairies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194975958240221442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SBhDHB-aWQI/AAAAAAAAA9E/oKN7-Ca6eV0/s200/christmas-fairies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A woman's taking her late-afternoon walk&lt;br /&gt;on Chestnut where no sidewalk exists&lt;br /&gt;and houses with gravel driveways&lt;br /&gt;sit back among the pines. Only the house&lt;br /&gt;with the vicious dog is close to the road.&lt;br /&gt;An electric fence keeps him in check.&lt;br /&gt;When she comes to that house, the woman&lt;br /&gt;always crosses to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the woman's husband. It's a problem&lt;br /&gt;loving your protagonist too much.&lt;br /&gt;Soon the dog is going to break through&lt;br /&gt;that fence, teeth bared, and go for my wife.&lt;br /&gt;She will be helpless. I'm out of town,&lt;br /&gt;helpless too. Here comes the dog.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of dog? A mad dog, a dog&lt;br /&gt;like one of those teenagers who just loses it&lt;br /&gt;on the playground, kills a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Something's going to happen that can't happen&lt;br /&gt;in a good story: out of nowhere a car&lt;br /&gt;comes and kills the dog. The dog flies&lt;br /&gt;in the air, lands in a patch of delphiniums.&lt;br /&gt;My wife is crying now. The woman who hit&lt;br /&gt;the dog has gotten out of her car. She holds&lt;br /&gt;both hands to her face. The woman who owns&lt;br /&gt;the dog has run out of her house. Three women&lt;br /&gt;crying in the street, each for different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;All of this is so unlikely; it's as if&lt;br /&gt;I've found myself in a country of pure fact,&lt;br /&gt;miles from truth's more demanding realm.&lt;br /&gt;When I listened to my wife's story on the phone&lt;br /&gt;I knew I'd take it from her, tell it&lt;br /&gt;every which way until it had an order&lt;br /&gt;and a deceptive period at the end. That's what&lt;br /&gt;I always do in the face of helplessness,&lt;br /&gt;make some arrangements if I can.&lt;br /&gt;Praise the odd, serendipitous world.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I'd be inclined to think of&lt;br /&gt;would have stopped that dog.&lt;br /&gt;Only the facts saved her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-369876467255653091?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/369876467255653091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=369876467255653091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/369876467255653091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/369876467255653091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2008/04/story-stephen-dunn.html' title='Story - Stephen Dunn'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SBhDHB-aWQI/AAAAAAAAA9E/oKN7-Ca6eV0/s72-c/christmas-fairies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-3234333035374545790</id><published>2008-04-15T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:33:33.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems from the Masters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Different Strokes'/><title type='text'>Love Calls Us To The Things Of This World - Richard Wilbur</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The eyes open to a cry of pulleys,&lt;br /&gt;And spirited from sleep, the astounded&lt;br /&gt;soul&lt;br /&gt;Hangs for a moment bodiless and&lt;br /&gt;simple&lt;br /&gt;As false dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Outside the open window&lt;br /&gt;The morning air is all awash with&lt;br /&gt;angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are in bed-sheets, some are&lt;br /&gt;in blouses,&lt;br /&gt;Some are in smocks: but truly there&lt;br /&gt;they are.&lt;br /&gt;Now they are rising together in calm&lt;br /&gt;swells&lt;br /&gt;Of halcyon feeling, filling whatever they&lt;br /&gt;wear&lt;br /&gt;With the deep joy of their impersonal&lt;br /&gt;breathing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they are flying in place,&lt;br /&gt;conveying&lt;br /&gt;The terrible speed of their&lt;br /&gt;omnipresence, moving&lt;br /&gt;And staying like white water; and now&lt;br /&gt;of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;They swoon down in so rapt a quiet&lt;br /&gt;That nobody seems to be there.&lt;br /&gt;The soul shrinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all that it is about to remember,&lt;br /&gt;From the punctual rape of every&lt;br /&gt;blessed day,&lt;br /&gt;And cries,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, let there be nothing on&lt;br /&gt;earth but laundry,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but rosy hands in the rising&lt;br /&gt;steam&lt;br /&gt;And clear dances done in the sight of&lt;br /&gt;heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, as the sun acknowledges&lt;br /&gt;With a warm look the world's hunks&lt;br /&gt;and colors,&lt;br /&gt;The soul descends once more in bitter&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;To accept the waking body, saying now&lt;br /&gt;In a changed voice as the man yawns&lt;br /&gt;and rises,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bring them down from their ruddy&lt;br /&gt;gallows;&lt;br /&gt;Let there be clean linen for the backs&lt;br /&gt;of thieves;&lt;br /&gt;Let lovers go fresh and sweet to be&lt;br /&gt;undone,&lt;br /&gt;And the heaviest nuns walk in a pure&lt;br /&gt;floating&lt;br /&gt;Of dark habits,&lt;br /&gt;keeping their difficult&lt;br /&gt;balance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-3234333035374545790?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3234333035374545790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=3234333035374545790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/3234333035374545790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/3234333035374545790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-calls-us-to-things-of-this-world.html' title='Love Calls Us To The Things Of This World - Richard Wilbur'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-863909659003394561</id><published>2008-04-11T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:33:33.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems from the Masters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Different Strokes'/><title type='text'>Different Hours -Stephen Dunn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;And now, next day, I wake before&lt;br /&gt;the sound of traffic, amazed&lt;br /&gt;that the paper has been delivered,&lt;br /&gt;that the world is up and working.&lt;br /&gt;A dazed rabbit sits in the dewy grass.&lt;br /&gt;The clematis has no aspirations&lt;br /&gt;as it climbs its trestle. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;And somewhere a philosopher is erasing&lt;br /&gt;"time's empty passing" because he's seen&lt;br /&gt;a woman in a ravishing dress.&lt;br /&gt;In a different hour he'll put it back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words of interest:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clematis - Any of various ornamental climbing plants of the genus Clematis usually having showy flowers .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trestle - A horizontal beam or bar held up by two pairs of divergent legs and used as a support.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-863909659003394561?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/863909659003394561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=863909659003394561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/863909659003394561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/863909659003394561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2008/04/different-hours-stephen-dunn.html' title='Different Hours -Stephen Dunn'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-4357085871784626285</id><published>2008-04-11T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:33:33.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems from the Masters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Different Strokes'/><title type='text'>Like Most Revelations by Richard Howard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;It is the movement that incites the form,&lt;br /&gt;discovered as a downward rapture--yes,&lt;br /&gt;it is the movement that delights the form,&lt;br /&gt;sustained by its own velocity. And yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the movement that delays the form&lt;br /&gt;while darkness slows and encumbers; in fact&lt;br /&gt;it is the movement that betrays the form,&lt;br /&gt;baffled in such toils of ease, until&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the movement that deceives the form,&lt;br /&gt;beguiling our attention--we supposed&lt;br /&gt;it is the movement that achieves the form.&lt;br /&gt;Were we mistaken? What does it matter if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the movement that negates the form?&lt;br /&gt;Even though we give (give up) ourselves&lt;br /&gt;to this mortal process of continuing,&lt;br /&gt;it is the movement that creates the form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-4357085871784626285?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4357085871784626285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=4357085871784626285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/4357085871784626285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;open in the cold&lt;br /&gt;I open the door.&lt;br /&gt;The sea galloped&lt;br /&gt;in the night.&lt;br /&gt;Like a hand from the dark house&lt;br /&gt;came the intense aroma of firewood in the pile.&lt;br /&gt;The aroma was visible as if the tree were alive.&lt;br /&gt;As if it still breathed.&lt;br /&gt;Visible like a garment.&lt;br /&gt;Visible like a broken branch.&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the house surrounded&lt;br /&gt;by that balsam-flavored darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Outside the points in the sky sparkled&lt;br /&gt;like magnetic stone&lt;br /&gt;sand the smell of the wood&lt;br /&gt;touched my heart like some fingers,&lt;br /&gt;like jasmine,&lt;br /&gt;like certain memories.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the sharp smell&lt;br /&gt;of the pines,no,it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;the break in the skin&lt;br /&gt;of the eucalyptus,neither was it&lt;br /&gt;the green perfumes&lt;br /&gt;of the grapevine stalk,but&lt;br /&gt;something more secret,because that fragrance&lt;br /&gt;only one&lt;br /&gt;only one&lt;br /&gt;time existed,&lt;br /&gt;and there, of all I have seen in the world&lt;br /&gt;in my own house at night, next to the winter sea,&lt;br /&gt;was waiting for methe smell&lt;br /&gt;of the deepest rose,&lt;br /&gt;the heart cut from the earth,&lt;br /&gt;something that invaded me like a wave&lt;br /&gt;breaking loose&lt;br /&gt;from timeand it lost itself in me&lt;br /&gt;when I opened the door&lt;br /&gt;of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-5481697185522125702?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5481697185522125702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=5481697185522125702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Different Strokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarcasm'/><title type='text'>No Platonic Love - by William Cartwright</title><content type='html'>Tell me no more of minds embracing minds,&lt;br /&gt;And hearts exchang'd for hearts;&lt;br /&gt;That spirits spirits meet, as winds do winds,&lt;br /&gt;And mix their subt'lest parts;&lt;br /&gt;That two unbodied essences may kiss,&lt;br /&gt;And then like angels, twist and feel one Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;I was that silly thing that once was wrought&lt;br /&gt;To practise this thin love;&lt;br /&gt;I climb'd from sex to soul, from soul to thought;&lt;br /&gt;But thinking there to move,&lt;br /&gt;Headlong I rolled from thought to soul, and then&lt;br /&gt;From soul I lighted at the sex again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some strict down-looked men pretend to fast,&lt;br /&gt;Who yet in closets eat;&lt;br /&gt;So lovers who profess they spririts taste,&lt;br /&gt;Feed yet on grosser meat;&lt;br /&gt;I know they boast they souls to souls convey,&lt;br /&gt;Howe'r they meet, the body is the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, I will undeceive thee, they that tread&lt;br /&gt;Those vain aerial ways&lt;br /&gt;Are like young heirs and alchemists misled&lt;br /&gt;To waste their wealth and days,&lt;br /&gt;For searching thus to be for ever rich,&lt;br /&gt;They only find a med'cine for the itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words To Note:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alchemy: Any magical power or process of transmuting a common substance, usually of little value, into a substance of great value.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-6463877907234857944?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-3813249918387830079</id><published>2008-04-06T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:28:35.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems from the Masters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neruda'/><title type='text'>Ode to the Book -Pablo Neruda</title><content type='html'>When I close a book&lt;br /&gt;I open life.&lt;br /&gt;I hear&lt;br /&gt;faltering cries&lt;br /&gt;among harbours.&lt;br /&gt;Copper ingots&lt;br /&gt;slide down sand-pits&lt;br /&gt;to Tocopilla.&lt;br /&gt;Night time.&lt;br /&gt;Among the islands&lt;br /&gt;our ocean&lt;br /&gt;throbs with fish,&lt;br /&gt;touches the feet, the thighs,&lt;br /&gt;the chalk ribs&lt;br /&gt;of my country.&lt;br /&gt;The whole of night&lt;br /&gt;clings to its shores, by dawn&lt;br /&gt;it wakes up singing&lt;br /&gt;as if it had excited a guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocean's surge is calling.&lt;br /&gt;The wind&lt;br /&gt;calls me&lt;br /&gt;and Rodriguez calls,&lt;br /&gt;and Jose Antonio--&lt;br /&gt;I got a telegram&lt;br /&gt;from the "Mine" Union&lt;br /&gt;and the one I love&lt;br /&gt;(whose name I won't let out)&lt;br /&gt;expects me in Bucalemu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No book has been able&lt;br /&gt;to wrap me in paper,&lt;br /&gt;to fill me up&lt;br /&gt;with typography,&lt;br /&gt;with heavenly imprints&lt;br /&gt;or was ever able&lt;br /&gt;to bind my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I come out of books to people orchards&lt;br /&gt;with the hoarse family of my song,&lt;br /&gt;to work the burning metals&lt;br /&gt;or to eat smoked beef&lt;br /&gt;by mountain firesides.&lt;br /&gt;I love adventurous&lt;br /&gt;books,&lt;br /&gt;books of forest or snow,&lt;br /&gt;depth or sky&lt;br /&gt;but hate&lt;br /&gt;the spider book&lt;br /&gt;in which thought&lt;br /&gt;has laid poisonous wires&lt;br /&gt;to trap the juvenile&lt;br /&gt;and circling fly.&lt;br /&gt;Book, let me go.&lt;br /&gt;I won't go clothed&lt;br /&gt;in volumes,&lt;br /&gt;I don't come out&lt;br /&gt;of collected works,&lt;br /&gt;my poems&lt;br /&gt;have not eaten poems--&lt;br /&gt;they devour&lt;br /&gt;exciting happenings,&lt;br /&gt;feed on rough weather,&lt;br /&gt;and dig their food&lt;br /&gt;out of earth and men.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;with dust in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;free of mythology:&lt;br /&gt;send books back to their shelves,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going down into the streets.&lt;br /&gt;I learned about life&lt;br /&gt;from life itself,&lt;br /&gt;love I learned in a single kiss&lt;br /&gt;and could teach no one anything&lt;br /&gt;except that I have lived&lt;br /&gt;with something in common among men,&lt;br /&gt;when fighting with them,&lt;br /&gt;when saying all their say in my song.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;translated by Nathaniel Tarn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New Words: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ingots-An ingot is a material, usually metal, that is &lt;a title="Casting" href="http://www.reference.com/browse/wiki/Casting" minmax_bound="true"&gt;cast&lt;/a&gt; into a shape suitable for further processing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-3813249918387830079?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3813249918387830079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=3813249918387830079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/3813249918387830079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/3813249918387830079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2008/04/ode-to-book-pablo-neruda.html' title='Ode to the Book -Pablo Neruda'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-211996744459467208</id><published>2008-02-12T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:32:36.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Walt Disney and Mickey- A Love Story that changed the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/R7F6EG9B7SI/AAAAAAAAA4c/izpqPCH2_Qs/s1600-h/400px-The_Art_of_Walt_Disney_book_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166044458575326498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/R7F6EG9B7SI/AAAAAAAAA4c/izpqPCH2_Qs/s320/400px-The_Art_of_Walt_Disney_book_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Mickey Mouse more than any woman I have ever known.&lt;/strong&gt; -Walt Disney&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He needs no introduction. Walt Disney is undoubtedly one of the makers of 20th century. It's a shame that we didn't include his famous quips in 'Quotes I Love' earlier. Better late than never, as it says, here they go ...some brilliant quotable quotes from the Master's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read, oh you … Curious Mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"He popped out of my mind onto a drawing pad 20 years ago on a train ride from Manhattan to Hollywood at a time when business fortunes of my brother Roy and myself were at lowest ebb and disaster seemed right around the corner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Born of necessity, the little fellow literally freed us of immediate worry. He provided the means for expanding our organization to its present dimensions and for extending the medium cartoon animation towards new entertainment levels. He spelled production liberation for us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We felt that the public, and especially the children, like animals that are cute and little. I think we are rather indebted to Charlie Chaplin for the idea. We wanted something appealing, and we thought of a tiny bit of a mouse that would have something of the wistfulness of Chaplin- a little fellow trying to do the best he could."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In learning the art of storytelling by animation, I have discovered that language has an anatomy. Every spoken word, whether uttered by a living person or by a cartoon character, has its facial grimace, emphasizing the meaning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey Mouse is, to me, a symbol of independence. He was a means to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are not trying to entertain the critics. I'll take my chances with the public." When you're curious, you find lots of interesting things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not realize it when it happens, but a kick in the teeth may be the best thing in the world for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reach a point where you don't work for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is America's most important export.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather entertain and hope that people learned something than educate people and hope they were entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It's just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-211996744459467208?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/211996744459467208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=211996744459467208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/211996744459467208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/211996744459467208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2008/02/walt-disney-speaks.html' title='Walt Disney and Mickey- A Love Story that changed the world'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/R7F6EG9B7SI/AAAAAAAAA4c/izpqPCH2_Qs/s72-c/400px-The_Art_of_Walt_Disney_book_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-8432628782439415099</id><published>2008-02-06T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:28:35.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems from the Masters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neruda'/><title type='text'>More from Neruda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/R6qvTmkBnwI/AAAAAAAAA38/PDCj8cDKu2I/s1600-h/rose-petals-burgundy_LRG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164132674037718786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/R6qvTmkBnwI/AAAAAAAAA38/PDCj8cDKu2I/s200/rose-petals-burgundy_LRG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sonnet XLIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;You must know that I do not love and that I love you,&lt;br /&gt;because everything alive has its two sides;&lt;br /&gt;a word is one wing of silence,&lt;br /&gt;fire has its cold half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I love you in order to begin to love you,&lt;br /&gt;to start infinity again&lt;br /&gt;and never to stop loving you:&lt;br /&gt;that's why I do not love you yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I love you, and I do not love you, as if I held&lt;br /&gt;keys in my hand: to a future of joy&lt;br /&gt;-a wretched, muddled fate-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My love has two lives, in order to love you:&lt;br /&gt;that's why I love you when I do not love you,&lt;br /&gt;and also why I love you when I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonnet LXXXIII&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It's good to feel you close in the night, Love,&lt;br /&gt;invisible in your sleep, earnestly nocturnal,&lt;br /&gt;while I untangle my confusions&lt;br /&gt;like bewildered nets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absent, your heart sails through dreams,&lt;br /&gt;but your body breathes, abandoned like this,&lt;br /&gt;searching for me without seeing me, completing my sleep,&lt;br /&gt;like a plant that propagates in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you arise, alive, tomorrow, you'll be someone else:&lt;br /&gt;but something is left from the lost frontiers of the night,&lt;br /&gt;from that being and nothing where we find ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;something that brings us close in the light of life,&lt;br /&gt;as if the seal of the darkness branded its secret creatures with a fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-8432628782439415099?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8432628782439415099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=8432628782439415099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/8432628782439415099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/8432628782439415099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-from-neruda.html' title='More from Neruda'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/R6qvTmkBnwI/AAAAAAAAA38/PDCj8cDKu2I/s72-c/rose-petals-burgundy_LRG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-9165690947662348252</id><published>2008-02-03T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:28:35.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems from the Masters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neruda'/><title type='text'>Neruda</title><content type='html'>I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how this is:&lt;br /&gt;if I look&lt;br /&gt;at the crystal moon, at the red branch&lt;br /&gt;of the slow autumn at my window,&lt;br /&gt;if I touch&lt;br /&gt;near the fire&lt;br /&gt;the impalpable ash&lt;br /&gt;or the wrinkled body of the log,&lt;br /&gt;everything carries me to you,&lt;br /&gt;as if everything that exists,&lt;br /&gt;aromas, light, metals,&lt;br /&gt;were little boats&lt;br /&gt;that sail&lt;br /&gt;toward those isles of yours that wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now,&lt;br /&gt;if little by little you stop loving me&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop loving you little by little.&lt;br /&gt;If suddenly&lt;br /&gt;you forget me&lt;br /&gt;do not look for me,&lt;br /&gt;for I shall already have forgotten you.&lt;br /&gt;If you think it long and mad,&lt;br /&gt;the wind of banners&lt;br /&gt;that passes through my life,&lt;br /&gt;and you decide&lt;br /&gt;to leave me at the shore&lt;br /&gt;of the heart where I have roots,&lt;br /&gt;remember&lt;br /&gt;that on that day,&lt;br /&gt;at that hour,&lt;br /&gt;I shall lift my arms&lt;br /&gt;and my roots will set off&lt;br /&gt;to seek another land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;if each day,&lt;br /&gt;each hour,&lt;br /&gt;you feel that you are destined for me&lt;br /&gt;with implacable sweetness,&lt;br /&gt;if each day a flower&lt;br /&gt;climbs up to your lips to seek me,&lt;br /&gt;ah my love, ah my own,&lt;br /&gt;in me all that fire is repeated,&lt;br /&gt;in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;my love feeds on your love, beloved,&lt;br /&gt;and as long as you live it will be in your arms&lt;br /&gt;without leaving mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-9165690947662348252?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/9165690947662348252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=9165690947662348252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/9165690947662348252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/9165690947662348252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2008/02/neruda.html' title='Neruda'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-1341881485996194346</id><published>2008-01-10T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T02:22:24.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>"The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4v7_YRb9E0/R4Xx18PpdgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LhovTMAPZyY/s1600-h/new_soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153791257602520578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4v7_YRb9E0/R4Xx18PpdgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LhovTMAPZyY/s320/new_soul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4v7_YRb9E0/R4Xw9sPpdfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/k4NaxguGFaU/s1600-h/new_soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Saying what we think gives us a wider conversational range than saying what we know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"For man there are only three important events: birth, life and death; but he is unaware of being born, he suffers when he dies, and he forgets to live." - Jean de la Bruyere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles and kindnesses, and small obligations, given habitually, are what win and preserve the heart and secure comfort. "- Sir Humphry Davy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"How small a portion of our life it is that we really enjoy! In youth we are looking forward to things that are to come; in old age we are looking backward to things that are gone past; in manhood, although we appear indeed to be more occupied in things that are present, yet even that is too often absorbed in vague determinations to be vastly happy on some future day when we have time." -Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"If you cannot do great things, do small things in a great way." -Napoleon Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Most great people have attained their greatest success just one step beyond their greatest failure. "-Napoleon Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"The only good luck many great men ever had was being born with the ability and determination to overcome bad luck." - Channing Pollock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"The World is what we think it is. If we can change our thoughts, we can change the world."- H.M. Tomlinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"We do not see things they are. We see them as we are."- Talmud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life." - Albert Camus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first." - Mark Twain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes." - Carl Jung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"With stars in my eyes and hope in my heartI spent my childhood/With full belief in destiny and myself /And now I realise I was a fool." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"If I accept you as you are, I will make you worse. However, if I treat you as though you are what you are capable of becoming, I help you become that."- Goethe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Wise men don't need to prove their point.. men who need to prove their point aren't wise." - Lao Tzu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"A man's character may be learned from the adjectives which he habitually uses in conversation." - Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"All generalizations are false, including this one."- Mark Twain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured." - Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Apparently there is nothing that cannot happen today." - Mark Twain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint." - Mark Twain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Civilization is the limitless multiplication of unnecessary necessities." - Mark Twain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you may still exist, but you have ceased to live."- Mark Twain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth isn't." - Mark Twain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it." - Mark Twain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company." - Mark Twain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed." -Emily Dickinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"A pair of powerful spectacles has sometimes sufficed to cure a person in love." - Friedrich Neitzsche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Wish you all a Very Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-1341881485996194346?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1341881485996194346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=1341881485996194346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/1341881485996194346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/1341881485996194346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2008/01/object-of-new-year-is-not-that-we.html' title='&quot;The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul.&quot;'/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4v7_YRb9E0/R4Xx18PpdgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LhovTMAPZyY/s72-c/new_soul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-1591420088561145111</id><published>2007-12-11T22:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:31:54.091-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wit'/><title type='text'>More of Calvin Philosophy</title><content type='html'>Nothing helps a bad mood like spreading it around.&lt;br /&gt;(Answer on a test paper) "I am not currently able to divulge this information, as it may compromise our agents in the field."&lt;br /&gt;It's my dessert that's gross! Look, a thermos full of phlegm!&lt;br /&gt;My favorite ritual is eating three bowls of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs and watching TV cartoons all Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;A good compromise leaves everybody mad.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being good (or trying to fake it).&lt;br /&gt;But I like my idea better.&lt;br /&gt;You know what we need, Hobbes? We need an attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Idiocy is the essence of the male mind.&lt;br /&gt;I thought my life would seem more interesting with a musical score and a laugh track.&lt;br /&gt;You know you'll hate something when they won't tell you what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Existence is not only temporary, it's pointless!&lt;br /&gt;Well, it puts a bad day in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;I flunked a test today, but I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;It's not denial. I'm just selective about the reality I accept.&lt;br /&gt;'The world isn't fair, Calvin.' 'I know, but why isn't it ever unfair in my favor?'&lt;br /&gt;I can always get by on my good looks and charm!&lt;br /&gt;Divine retribution, that's what!&lt;br /&gt;Homework, I command thee, BE DONE!&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are getting way too literal.&lt;br /&gt;Mothers are the necessity of invention.&lt;br /&gt;I've been good all day so far.&lt;br /&gt;Childhood is short and maturity is forever.&lt;br /&gt;Things are never quite as scary when you've got a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;There's no head rest on this chair! I should sue for whiplash!&lt;br /&gt;I asked Mom if I was a gifted child...she said they certainly wouldn't have paid for me.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to start listening to those quiet, nagging doubts.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you're just a reflection of him?&lt;br /&gt;Ever notice how tense grownups get when they're recreating?&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I'll connect the dots my own way.&lt;br /&gt;I love the culture of victimhood.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I do is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I like to verb words.&lt;br /&gt;I liked things better when I didn't understand them.&lt;br /&gt;Is it a right to remain ignorant?&lt;br /&gt;Quit resisting, you!&lt;br /&gt;I realized that the purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Obscure poor reasoning, and inhibit clarity.&lt;br /&gt;It is man's indomitable nature to scare himself silly for no good reason!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-1591420088561145111?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1591420088561145111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=1591420088561145111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/1591420088561145111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/1591420088561145111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-of-calvin-philosophy.html' title='More of Calvin Philosophy'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-7206529138612506177</id><published>2007-12-10T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T04:14:28.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wit'/><title type='text'>Calvin and Hobbes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/R10qKPGAIYI/AAAAAAAAAnI/kZWFx84fsaQ/s1600-h/calvin_tree.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142312704865739138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/R10qKPGAIYI/AAAAAAAAAnI/kZWFx84fsaQ/s320/calvin_tree.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Reality continues to ruin my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;“I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can be together all the time.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;"People think it must be fun to be a super genius, but they don't realize how hard it is to put up with all the idiots in the world." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;"Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;I wonder if I can grow fangs when my baby teeth fall out." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;"Life is like topography, Hobbes. There are summits of happiness and success, flat stretches of boring routine, and valleys of frustration and failure."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little rudeness and disrespect can elevate a meaningless interaction to a battle of wills and add drama to an otherwise dull day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the difference between me and the rest of the world! Happiness isn't good enough for me! I demand euphoria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its no use! Everybody gets good enemies except me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hammer! I can put things together! I can knock things apart! I can alter my environment at will and make an incredible din all the while! Ah, it's great to be male!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you believe in the devil? You know, a supreme evil being dedicated to the temptation, corruption, and destruction of man?" "I'm not sure that man needs the help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin: I'm a genius, but I'm a misunderstood genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Hobbes: What's misunderstood about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Calvin: Nobody thinks I'm a genius. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;"Why isn't my life like a situation comedy? Why don't I have a bunch of friends with nothing better to do but drop by and instigate wacky adventures? Why aren't my conversations peppered with spontaneous witticisms? Why don't my friends demonstrate heartfelt concern for my well being when I have problems? ...I gotta get my life some writers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a simple man, Hobbes." "You?? Yesterday you wanted a nuclear powered car that could turn into a jet with laser-guided heat-seeking missiles!" "I'm a simple man with complex tastes."&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;"See Any UFOs?" "Not yet." "Well, keep your eyes open, they're bound to land here sometime." "What will we do when they come?" "See if we can sell mom and dad into slavery for a star cruiser"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not going to so my maths homework. Look at these unsolved problems. Here's a number in mortal combat with another. One of them is going to get subtracted. But why? What will be left of him? If I answered these, it would kill the suspense. It would resolve the conflict and turn intriguing possibilities into boring old facts." "I never really thought about the literary possibilities of maths." "I prefer to savour the mystery."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom's not feeling well. So I'm making her a get well card." "That's thoughtful of you." "See, on the front it says, 'Get Well Soon' ... and on the inside it says,'Because me bed isn't made, my clothes need to be put away and I'm hungry. Love Calvin.' Want to sign it?" "Sure, I'm hungry too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any monsters under my bed tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nope." "No." "Uh-Uh."&lt;br /&gt;"Well there *better* not be, I'd hate to have to torch one with my flamethrower!"&lt;br /&gt;"You have a flamethrower?"&lt;br /&gt;"They lie. I lie."&lt;br /&gt;- Calvin, The Monsters Under His Bed &amp;amp; Hobbes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========&lt;br /&gt;SOCIETY&lt;br /&gt;========&lt;br /&gt;I think life should be more like tv. I think all of life's problems ought to be solved in 30 minutes with simple homilies, don't you? I think weight and oral hygiene ought to be our biggest concerns. I think we should all have powerful, high-paying jobs, and everyone should drive fancy sports cars. All our desires should be instantly gratified. Women should always wear tight clothes, and men should carry powerful handguns. Life overall should be more glamorous, thrill-packed, and filled with applause, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;So basically, this maverick is urging everyone to express his individuality through conformity in brand-name selection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;In my opinion, television validates existence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;H : "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;C : "Being cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;H : "You look more like you're bored."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;C : "The world bores you when you're cool."&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a bad day worse, spend it wishing for the impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;So the secret to good self-esteem is to lower your expectations to the point where they're already met? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;It's only work if somebody makes you do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;LOVE STORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a new girl in our class." "Well, whats her name?" "WHO KNOWS?" "Is she nice?" "WHO CARES? Not me!" "Do you LIKE her?" "NO!"&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;"Here comes that new girl. HEY SUSIE DERKINS, IS THAT YOUR FACE OR IS A POSSUM STUCK IN YOUR COLLAR? I HOPE YOU SUFFER A DEBILITATING BRAIN ANEURISM, YOU FREAK!" "She *cute*, isnt she?" "GO AWAY!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Susie, this is Calvin. I lost our homework assignment. Can you tell me what we were supposed to read for tomorrow?" "Are you sure you're not calling for some other reason?" "Why else would I call you?" "Maybe you missed the melodious sound of my voice?" "WHAT? Are you crazy? All I want is the STUPID assignment!" "First say you missed the melodious sound of my voice." "THIS IS BLACKMAIL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;"This meeting of the Get Rid Of Slimy Girls club will now come to order. First Tiger Hobbes will read the minutes of our last meeting."&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you. (9:30) Meeting called to order. Dictator For Life Calvin proposed resoultion condemning the existence of girls. (9:35) First Tiger Hobbes abstains from vote. Motion fails. (9:36) Patriotism of First Tiger called into question. (9:37) Philosophical discussion. (10:15) Bandages administered. Dictator For Life rebuked for biting."&lt;br /&gt;"Is this a great club or what?"&lt;br /&gt;"(10:16) Forgot what debate was about. Medals of bravery awarded to all parties."&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm never gonna get married. Are you?" "Hmm...I suppose if the right person came along, I might. Someone with green eyes and a nice laugh, who I could call 'Pooty Pie'." "POOTY PIE?" "Or bitsy pookums." "I think that would affect my stomach a lot more than my heart." "Bitsy pookums I'd say. Yes snoogy woogy, she'd reply..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;"Do you like being a girl?" "Its gotta be better than the alternative." "Whats it like? Is it like being a bug?" "Like a WHAT?" "I imagine bugs and girls have a dim perception that nature played a crual trick on them, but they lack the intelligence to really comprehend the magnitude of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-7206529138612506177?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7206529138612506177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=7206529138612506177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/7206529138612506177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/7206529138612506177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/12/calvin-and-hobbes.html' title='Calvin and Hobbes'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/R10qKPGAIYI/AAAAAAAAAnI/kZWFx84fsaQ/s72-c/calvin_tree.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-3298306340651618552</id><published>2007-12-10T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T03:28:00.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Go Nuts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/R10iLPGAIXI/AAAAAAAAAnA/AVrKQWMK_4g/s1600-h/write-us.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142303925952586098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/R10iLPGAIXI/AAAAAAAAAnA/AVrKQWMK_4g/s320/write-us.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;Growing old is mandatory, but growing up is optional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;Save time... see it my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;I feel like I'm diagonally parked in a parallel universe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be misquoted, then used against you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;We may be alone. We may not be alone. Either way, the thought is staggering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;I never think of the future. It comes soon enough." --Albert Einstein &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;Chocolate. Coffee. Men.Some things are just better rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.--Sir Winston Churchill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;Strangers are just friends waiting to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;I don’t suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;If ignorance is bliss, you must be orgasmic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;Born free… taxed to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;The more you complain, the longer God lets you live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;Always forgive your enemies - Nothing annoys them so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;Death is hereditary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;Cheer up, the worst is yet to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-3298306340651618552?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3298306340651618552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=3298306340651618552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/3298306340651618552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/3298306340651618552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/12/go-nuts.html' title='Go Nuts...'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/R10iLPGAIXI/AAAAAAAAAnA/AVrKQWMK_4g/s72-c/write-us.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-1841297817175284081</id><published>2007-12-03T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:57:30.924-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Garfield - the Infamous cartoon cat, created by Jim Davis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/R1T0DPGAIKI/AAAAAAAAAh8/GoxIgUb5cLA/s1600-R/10220411A~Garfield-Never-Wrong-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140001411165069474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/R1T0DPGAIKI/AAAAAAAAAh8/2NFBgoWA7Xs/s320/10220411A~Garfield-Never-Wrong-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little ego goes nowhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;All I do is eat and sleep. Eat and sleep. Eat and sleep. There must be more to a cat's life than that. But I hope not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Anybody can exercise... But this kind of lethargy takes real discipline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Avoid fruits and nuts: after all, you are what you eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Eat every meal as though it were your last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Good times are ahead ! Or behind. Because they sure aren't here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;His I.Q. is so low you can't test it. You have to dig for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I am hungry. Therefore I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'm not messy. I'm organizationally challenged ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;If you are patient...and wait long enough...Nothing will happen !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Bring me an order of everything, with a side order of everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;If you want to appear smarter, hang around someone stupider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Never leave your food dish under a bird cage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Oh no! I overslept ! I'm late ! For my nap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I eat too much because I'm depressed, and I'm depressed because I eat too much. It's a vicious circle... that took years to perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I shall now attempt to eat a diet lunch consisting of one leaf of lettuce lightly seasoned with ... one quart of Mayonnaise !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-1841297817175284081?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1841297817175284081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=1841297817175284081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/1841297817175284081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/1841297817175284081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/12/garfield-infamous-cartoon-cat-created.html' title='Garfield - the Infamous cartoon cat, created by Jim Davis'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/R1T0DPGAIKI/AAAAAAAAAh8/2NFBgoWA7Xs/s72-c/10220411A~Garfield-Never-Wrong-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-2295970231568279102</id><published>2007-11-27T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T04:28:45.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Musing lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/R0wNZ_QwXJI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zIw-fEu-QmY/s1600-h/42-18407362.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;“Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;“I am afraid to show you who I really am, because if I show you who I really am, you might not like it--and that's all I got.” - Sabrina Ward Harrison &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;“Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.” - Mother Teresa of Calcutta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;“I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something that I can do.” - Helen Keller &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;“In solitude, where we are least alone.” - Lord Byron &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;“I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other” - Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;“Solitude is often the best society”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;“Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your own presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement.” - Alice Koller &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;“One can acquire everything in solitude - except character.” - Stendhal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-2295970231568279102?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2295970231568279102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=2295970231568279102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/2295970231568279102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/2295970231568279102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/11/musing-lonely.html' title='Musing lonely'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-558950381496216754</id><published>2007-11-16T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T02:11:12.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Life is like that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/Rz1sUPQwXAI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wL8T4MzlC2w/s1600-h/lavender-sun-rays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133378245222226946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/Rz1sUPQwXAI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wL8T4MzlC2w/s320/lavender-sun-rays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.” - Oscar Wilde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneliness, and say, 'This life which you live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned and you with it, dust of the dust!' Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse that demon? Or would you answer, 'Never have I heard anything more divine'?” - Friedrich Nietzsche &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow.” Mary Anne Radmacher &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Courage is the art of being the only one who knows you're scared to death.” - Earl Wilson &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” - Anais Nin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.” - Anais Nin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.” - Elisabeth Kubler-Ross &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.” - Robert McCloskey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-558950381496216754?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/558950381496216754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=558950381496216754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/558950381496216754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/558950381496216754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-is-like-that.html' title='Life is like that!'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/Rz1sUPQwXAI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wL8T4MzlC2w/s72-c/lavender-sun-rays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-3838394032123738526</id><published>2007-11-08T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T01:58:43.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Perhaps imagination is only intelligence having fun</title><content type='html'>I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free. ~Michelangelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards. ~Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have a terrible need of - shall I say the word - religion. Then I go out and paint the stars. ~Vincent Van Gogh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact. ~William Shakespeare, Mid-Summer Night's Dream, 1595&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are ill discoverers that think there is no land, when they can see nothing but sea. ~Francis Bacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,One clover, and a bee,And revery.The revery alone will do,If bees are few.~Emily Dickinson, Poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try! ~Ted Geisel, a.k.a. Dr. Seuss, Oh, the Thinks You Can Think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus. ~Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps imagination is only intelligence having fun. ~George ScialabbaHarvard magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes imagination pounces; mostly it sleeps soundly in the corner, purring. ~Leslie Grimutter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creativity represents a miraculous coming together of the uninhibited energy of the child with its apparent opposite and enemy, the sense of order imposed on the disciplined adult intelligence. ~Norman Podhoretz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-3838394032123738526?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3838394032123738526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=3838394032123738526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/3838394032123738526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/3838394032123738526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/11/perhaps-imagination-is-only.html' title='Perhaps imagination is only intelligence having fun'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-3611830289476599362</id><published>2007-11-08T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T01:38:18.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Lazy Lamb</title><content type='html'>Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired.  ~Jules Renard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who throw kisses are mighty hopelessly lazy.  ~Bob Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is right is often forgotten by what is convenient.  ~Bodie Thoene, Warsaw Requiem&lt;br /&gt;We have produced a world of contented bodies and discontented minds.  ~Adam Clayton Powell, Keep the Faith, Baby!, 1967&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time will come when winter will ask you what you were doing all summer.  ~Henry Clay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easier to mend neglect than to quicken love.  ~Saint Jerome&lt;br /&gt; We have a system that increasingly taxes work and subsidizes nonwork.  ~Milton Friedman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-3611830289476599362?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3611830289476599362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=3611830289476599362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/3611830289476599362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/3611830289476599362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/11/lazy-lamb.html' title='Lazy Lamb'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-8113453479025714959</id><published>2007-11-04T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T21:19:59.099-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarcasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wit'/><title type='text'>Hitchcockian Sayings :)</title><content type='html'>Actors are cattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never said all actors are cattle; what I said was all actors should be treated like cattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always make the audience suffer as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In films murders are always very clean. I show how difficult it is and what a messy thing it is to kill a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck is everything... My good luck in life was to be a really frightened person. I'm fortunate to be a coward, to have a low threshold of fear, because a hero couldn't make a good suspense film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney has the best casting. If he doesn't like an actor he just tears him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a perfect cure for a sore throat: cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a typed director. If I made Cinderella, the audience would immediately be looking for a body in the coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-plagiarism is style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The length of a film should be directly related to the endurance of the human bladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no terror in a bang, only in the anticipation of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is drama but life with the dull bits cut out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared easily, here is a list of my adrenaline - production: 1: small children, 2: policemen, 3: high places, 4: that my next movie will not be as good as the last one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-8113453479025714959?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8113453479025714959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=8113453479025714959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/8113453479025714959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/8113453479025714959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/11/hitchcockian-sayings.html' title='Hitchcockian Sayings :)'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-1673705099060283489</id><published>2007-11-04T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T21:15:55.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Bertrand Russell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;“Many a man will have the courage to die gallantly, but will not have the courage to say, or even to think, that the cause for which he is asked to die is an unworthy one”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;“Life is nothing but a competition to be the criminal rather than the victim.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;“Extreme hopes are born from extreme misery.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;“We are faced with the paradoxical fact that education has become one of the chief obstacles to intelligence and freedom of thought.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;“I would never die for my beliefs because I might be wrong.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-1673705099060283489?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1673705099060283489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=1673705099060283489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/1673705099060283489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/1673705099060283489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/11/bertrand-russell.html' title='Bertrand Russell'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-3486809601750258458</id><published>2007-11-01T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T03:00:03.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fav ...</title><content type='html'>"Grownups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always explaining things to them." -The Little Prince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-3486809601750258458?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3486809601750258458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=3486809601750258458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/3486809601750258458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/3486809601750258458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/11/fav.html' title='fav ...'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-5554504792619692850</id><published>2007-11-01T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T02:09:12.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought-Provoking ...</title><content type='html'>"I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more --the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort --to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in the handful of dust, the glow in the heart that with every year grows dim, grows cold, grows small, and expires --and expires, too soon, too soon --before life itself." - Conrad, Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a theory which states that if ever anybody discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened." - Adams, Douglas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Analysis kills spontaneity. The grain once ground into flour germinates no more." — Henri Amiel, Swiss author (1821-1881)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can never solve a problem on the level on which it was created." — Albert Einstein, Swiss-American mathematician, physicist and public philosopher (1879-1955)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Discovery is the ability to be puzzled by simple things." — Noam Chomsky, American linguist and political activist (b. 1928)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To swear off making mistakes is very easy. All you have to do is swear off having ideas." — Leo Burnett, American advertising pioneer (1891-1971)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Imagination was given to us to compensate for what we are not; a sense of humor was given to us to console us for what we are.” — Mack McGinnis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A taste for simplicity cannot last for long." — Eugene Delacroix, French painter (1798-1863)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Less is more." — Mies van der Rohe, Dutch-American "Modernist" architect (1886-1969)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Worrying is like a rocking chair: it gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you anywhere." — Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To perceive is to suffer." — Aristotle, Greek philosopher (384-322 B.C.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The gem cannot be polished without friction." — Chinese proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adversity introduces a man to himself." — Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-5554504792619692850?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5554504792619692850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=5554504792619692850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/5554504792619692850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/5554504792619692850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/11/thought-provoking.html' title='Thought-Provoking ...'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-8670401672105079158</id><published>2007-10-25T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T02:11:43.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life....</title><content type='html'>Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.&lt;br /&gt;- Amelia Burr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other.&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my past. I love my present. I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and I'm not sad because I have it no longer.&lt;br /&gt;- Colette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My candle burns at both its ends;&lt;br /&gt;It will not last the night;&lt;br /&gt;But oh, my foes, and oh, my friends --&lt;br /&gt;It gives a lovely light.&lt;br /&gt;- Edna St. Vincent Millay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;- Emily Dickinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.&lt;br /&gt;- Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn't brood. I'd type a little faster.&lt;br /&gt;- Isaac Asimov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.&lt;br /&gt;- Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us so live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.&lt;br /&gt;- Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the end is near&lt;br /&gt;And so I face the final curtain,&lt;br /&gt;My friends, I'll say it clear,&lt;br /&gt;I'll state my case of which I'm certain.&lt;br /&gt;I've lived a life that's full, I've travelled each and evr'y highway&lt;br /&gt;And more, much more than this, I did it my way.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Anka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-8670401672105079158?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8670401672105079158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=8670401672105079158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/8670401672105079158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/8670401672105079158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/10/life.html' title='Life....'/><author><name>Shakhi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5938/2510/1600/914180/shakhi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-5801529272232334101</id><published>2007-10-04T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T00:26:36.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems from the Masters'/><title type='text'>Two poems - Octavio Paz</title><content type='html'>Between going and staying the day wavers, by Octavio Paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between going and staying the day wavers,&lt;br /&gt;in love with its own transparency.&lt;br /&gt;The circular afternoon is now a bay&lt;br /&gt;where the world in stillness rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is visible and all elusive,&lt;br /&gt;all is near and can't be touched.&lt;br /&gt;Paper, book, pencil, glass,&lt;br /&gt;rest in the shade of their names.&lt;br /&gt;Time throbbing in my temples repeats&lt;br /&gt;the same unchanging syllable of blood.&lt;br /&gt;The light turns the indifferent wall&lt;br /&gt;into a ghostly theater of reflections.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself in the middle of an eye,&lt;br /&gt;watching myself in its blank stare.&lt;br /&gt;The moment scatters. Motionless,&lt;br /&gt; I stay and go: I am a pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No More Clichés&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun&lt;br /&gt;So do you&lt;br /&gt;Open your face to me as I turn the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enchanting smile&lt;br /&gt;Any man would be under your spell,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, beauty of a magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many poems have been written to you?&lt;br /&gt;How many Dantes have written to you, Beatrice?&lt;br /&gt;To your obsessive illusion&lt;br /&gt;To you manufacture fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I won't make one more Cliché&lt;br /&gt;And write this poem to you.&lt;br /&gt;No, no more clichés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is dedicated to those women&lt;br /&gt;Whose beauty is in their charm,&lt;br /&gt;In their intelligence,&lt;br /&gt;In their character,&lt;br /&gt;Not on their fabricated looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is to you women,&lt;br /&gt;That like a Shahrazade wake up&lt;br /&gt;Everyday with a new story to tell,&lt;br /&gt;A story that sings for change&lt;br /&gt;That hopes for battles:&lt;br /&gt;Battles for the love of the united flesh&lt;br /&gt;Battles for passions aroused by a new day&lt;br /&gt;Battle for the neglected rights&lt;br /&gt;Or just battles to survive one more night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to you women in a world of pain&lt;br /&gt;To you, bright star in this ever-spending universe&lt;br /&gt;To you, fighter of a thousand-and-one fights&lt;br /&gt;To you, friend of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;From now on, my head won't look down to a magazine&lt;br /&gt;Rather, it will contemplate the night&lt;br /&gt;And its bright stars,&lt;br /&gt;And so, no more clichés.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-5801529272232334101?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5801529272232334101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=5801529272232334101' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/5801529272232334101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/5801529272232334101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/10/two-poems-octavio-paz.html' title='Two poems - Octavio Paz'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-5307206137156741913</id><published>2007-10-03T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:35:42.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems from the Masters'/><title type='text'>Gibran's "Song of the Soul XXII"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;In the depth of my soul there is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;A wordless song - a song that lives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;In the seed of my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;It refuses to melt with ink on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Parchment; it engulfs my affection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;In a transparent cloak and flows, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;But not upon my lips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;How can I sigh it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I fear it may &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Mingle with earthly ether; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;To whom shall I sing it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;It dwells &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;In the house of my soul, in fear of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Harsh ears.&lt;br /&gt;When I look into my inner eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I see the shadow of its shadow; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;When I touch my fingertips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I feel its vibrations.&lt;br /&gt;The deeds of my hands heed its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Presence as a lake must reflect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;The glittering stars; my tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Reveal it, as bright drops of dew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Reveal the secret of a withering rose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;It is a song composed by contemplation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;And published by silence, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;And shunned by clamor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;And folded by truth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;And repeated by dreams, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;And understood by love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;And hidden by awakening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt; And sung by the soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;It is the song of love; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;What Cain or Esau could sing it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;It is more fragrant than jasmine; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;What voice could enslave it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;It is heartbound, as a virgin's secret; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;What string could quiver it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Who dares unite the roar of the sea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;And the singing of the nightingale? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Who dares compare the shrieking tempest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;To the sigh of an infant? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Who dares speak aloud the words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Intended for the heart to speak? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;What human dares sing in voice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;The song of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-5307206137156741913?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5307206137156741913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=5307206137156741913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/5307206137156741913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/5307206137156741913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/10/gibrans-song-of-soul-xxii.html' title='Gibran&apos;s &quot;Song of the Soul XXII&quot;'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-1261154791389745402</id><published>2007-10-03T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:25:41.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems from the Masters'/><title type='text'>Lines From Gibran's "Song of the Wave XVII"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Many times have I danced around mermaids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;As they rose from the depths and rested &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Upon my crest to watch the stars; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Many times have I heard lovers complain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Of their smallness, and I helped them to sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Many times have I teased the great rocks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;And fondled them with a smile, but never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Have I received laughter from them; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Many times have I lifted drowning souls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;And carried them tenderly to my beloved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Shore. He gives them strength as he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Takes mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Many times have I stolen gems from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Depths and presented them to my beloved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Shore. He takes them in silence, but still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;I give for he welcomes me ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-1261154791389745402?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1261154791389745402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=1261154791389745402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/1261154791389745402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/1261154791389745402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/10/lines-from-gibrans-song-of-wave-xvii.html' title='Lines From Gibran&apos;s &quot;Song of the Wave XVII&quot;'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-8094970086340912525</id><published>2007-10-03T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:09:59.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems from the Masters'/><title type='text'>A Few Lines From Gibran's "A Lover's Call XXVII"</title><content type='html'>Do you have memory of the day we met, when the halo of&lt;br /&gt;You spirit surrounded us, and the Angels of Love&lt;br /&gt;Floated about, singing the praise of the soul's deed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you recollect our sitting in the shade of the&lt;br /&gt;Branches, sheltering ourselves from Humanity, as the ribs&lt;br /&gt;Protect the divine secret of the heart from injury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember you the trails and forest we walked, with hands&lt;br /&gt;Joined, and our heads leaning against each other, as if&lt;br /&gt;We were hiding ourselves within ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall you the hour I bade you farewell,&lt;br /&gt;And the Maritime kiss you placed on my lips?&lt;br /&gt;That kiss taught me that joining of lips in&lt;br /&gt; Love Reveals heavenly secrets which the tongue cannot utter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-8094970086340912525?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8094970086340912525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=8094970086340912525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/8094970086340912525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/8094970086340912525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/10/few-lines-from-gibrans-lovers-call.html' title='A Few Lines From Gibran&apos;s &quot;A Lover&apos;s Call XXVII&quot;'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-9166683033545573848</id><published>2007-10-03T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T02:00:59.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>George Carlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It's so fuckin' heroic."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“If you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A house is just a place to keep your stuff while you go out and get more stuff. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever noticed that their stuff is shit and your shit is stuff? (or, Ever notice that anyone going slower than you is an idiot, but anyone going faster is a maniac? )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honesty may be the best policy, but it’s important to remember that apparently, by elimination, dishonesty is the second-best policy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it’s true that our species is alone in the universe, then I’d have to say that the universe aimed rather low and settled for very little.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just when I discovered the meaning of life, they changed it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I think it’s the duty of the comedian to find out where the line is drawn and cross it deliberately. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weather forecast for tonight: Dark. Continued dark overnight, with widely scattered light by morning. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you’re born you get a ticket to the freak show. When you’re born in America, you get a front-row seat. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What year did Jesus think it was?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; If Helen Keller had psychic ability, would you say she had a fourth sense? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If a man smiles all the time, he’s probably selling something that doesn’t work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It isn’t fair: the caterpillar does all the work, and the butterfly gets all the glory. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is a zero sum game. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-9166683033545573848?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/9166683033545573848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=9166683033545573848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/9166683033545573848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/9166683033545573848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/10/george-carlin.html' title='George Carlin'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-328545960527543836</id><published>2007-10-03T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:37:45.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mood'/><title type='text'>Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/RwNEDjnq_jI/AAAAAAAAAUg/sXSbDhsRxZ0/s1600-h/023d-fantastics-pioneersB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117008429514948146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/RwNEDjnq_jI/AAAAAAAAAUg/sXSbDhsRxZ0/s320/023d-fantastics-pioneersB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Is there not A tongue in every star that talks with man,And wooes him to be wise? nor wooes in vain;This dead of midnight is the noon of thought,And wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.~Anna Letitia Barbauld, A Summer Evening's Meditation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. ~George Carlin, Brain Droppings, 1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;There they stand, the innumerable stars, shining in order like a living hymn, written in light. ~N.P. Willis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Moonlight is sculpture. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;When the moon, after covering herself with darkness as in sorrow, at last throws off the garments of her widowhood, she does not at once expose herself impudently to the public gaze; but for a time remains veiled in a transparent cloud, till she gradually acquires courage to endure the looks and admiration of beholders. ~Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare,&lt;br /&gt;Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers, 1827&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-328545960527543836?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/328545960527543836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=328545960527543836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/328545960527543836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/328545960527543836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/10/night.html' title='Night'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/RwNEDjnq_jI/AAAAAAAAAUg/sXSbDhsRxZ0/s72-c/023d-fantastics-pioneersB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-7806108093455460216</id><published>2007-09-24T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T01:35:13.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Interesting Thoughts</title><content type='html'>The biggest disease today is not leprosy or tuberculosis, but rather the feeling of being unwanted.—&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/66/3/40803.html"&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remorse—Regret that one waited so long to do it.—&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/66/1/39101.html"&gt;H.L. Mencken&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good people are good because they’ve come to wisdom through failure. We get very little wisdom from success, you know.—&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/63/20/5320.html"&gt;William Saroyan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated.—&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/66/20/53820.html"&gt;Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far as we are human, what we do must be either evil or good: so far as we do evil or good, we are human: and it is better, in a paradoxical way, to do evil than to do nothing: at least we exist.—&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/66/77/18677.html"&gt;T.S. Eliot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.—&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/66/41/7841.html"&gt;Jorge Luis Borges&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always design a thing by considering it in its next larger context—a chair in a room, a room in a house, a house in an environment, an environment in a city plan.—&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/63/36/5536.html"&gt;Eliel Saarinen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah tell me not that memory / Sheds gladness o’er the past; / What is recalled by faded flowers / Save that they did not last?—&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/66/64/33664.html"&gt;Letitia Elizabeth Landon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust, but look for the exits.—&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/66/81/14381.html"&gt;Mason Cooley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An open foe may prove a curse, / But a pretended friend is worse.—&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/66/75/24575.html"&gt;John Gay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man / thinks he amounts / to a great deal / but to a / flea or a / mosquito a / human being is / merely something / good to eat—&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/66/75/37975.html"&gt;Don Marquis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil is an optimist if he thinks he can make people worse than they are.—&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/66/50/33050.html"&gt;Karl Kraus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather make my name than inherit it.—&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/66/40/57740.html"&gt;William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United Nations is created to prevent you from going to hell. It isn’t created to take you to heaven.—&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/63/11/1111.html"&gt;Henry Cabot Lodge, Jr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-7806108093455460216?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7806108093455460216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=7806108093455460216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/7806108093455460216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/7806108093455460216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/09/interesting-thoughts.html' title='Interesting Thoughts'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-3553425249914981071</id><published>2007-07-13T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T06:00:18.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems from the Masters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Kahlil Gibran - "My Friend" (The Madman)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt; My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear -- a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence. The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable. I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do -- for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my deeds thy own hopes in action. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;When thou sayest, "The wind bloweth eastward," I say, "Aye, it doth blow eastward"; for I would not have thee know that my mind doth not dwell upon the wind but upon the sea. Thou canst not understand my seafaring thoughts, nor would I have thee understand. I would be at sea alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even then I speak of the noontide that dances upon the hills and of the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating against the stars -- and I fain would not have thee hear or see. I would be with night alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;When thou ascendest to thy Heaven I descend to my Hell -- even then thou callest to me across the unbridgeable gulf, "My companion, my comrade," and I call back to thee, "My comrade, my companion" -- for I would not have thee see my Hell. The flame would burn thy eyesight and the smoke would crowd thy nostrils. And I love my Hell too well to have thee visit it. I would be in Hell alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Thou lovest Truth and Beauty and Righteousness; and I for thy sake say it is well and seemly to love these things. But in my heart I laugh at thy love. Yet I would not have thee see my laughter. I would laugh alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;My friend, thou art good and cautious and wise; nay, thou art perfect -- and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously. And yet I am mad. But I mask my madness. I would be mad alone. My friend, thou art not my friend, but how shall I make thee understand? My path is not thy path, yet together we walk, hand in hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-3553425249914981071?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3553425249914981071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=3553425249914981071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/3553425249914981071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/3553425249914981071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/07/kahlil-gibran-my-friend-madman.html' title='Kahlil Gibran - &quot;My Friend&quot; (The Madman)'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-1013929763910530153</id><published>2007-07-05T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T04:34:15.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>The Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/RozVj_UYK1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/i4VQTwJVg1s/s1600-h/Undine-in-the-Wind-Print-C10100743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083672893663488850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/RozVj_UYK1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/i4VQTwJVg1s/s320/Undine-in-the-Wind-Print-C10100743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Wind is the loving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Wooer of waters; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Wind blends together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Billows all-foaming। &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Spirit of man, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Thou art like unto water! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Fortune of man, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Thou art like unto wind! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;- Goethe, 1789&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inner - what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;if not intensified sky,hurled through with bird&lt;br /&gt;sand deep with the winds of homecoming।- Rainer Marie Rilke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;When we inhale, the air comes into the inner world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;When we exhale, the air goes out to the outer world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;The inner world is limitless, and the outer world is also limitless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;We say "inner world" or "outer world" but actually,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;There is just one whole world.- Shunryu Suzuki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;“Since I grew tired of the chase And search, I learned to find;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;And since the wind blows in my face,I sail with every wind.” - Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?” - Kahlil Gibran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;“You throw the sand against the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;And the wind blows it back again.” - William Blake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the love of narrow souls I make many short voyages but in vain - I find no sea room - but in great souls I sail before the wind without a watch, and never reach the shore.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;- Henry David Thoreau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;A breeze came wandering from the sky, Light as the whispers of a dream; He put the o'erhanging grasses by, And softly stooped to kiss the stream, The pretty stream, the flattered stream, The shy, yet unreluctant stream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;- William Cullen BryantSource: The Wind and Stream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;The wind moans, like a long wail from some despairing soul shut out in the awful storm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;- William Hamilton GibsonSource: Pastoral Days--Winter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;We all like to congregate at boundary conditions. Where land meets water. Where earth meets air. Where bodies meet mind. Where space meets time. We like to be on one side, and look at the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt; - Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;The wind blows hard among the pinesToward the beginningOf an endless past.Listen: you've heard everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;- Shinkichi Takahashi, Zen Poems of China and Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes. For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills, And April's in the West wind, and daffodils. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;- John MasefieldSource, The West Wind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Blow, Boreas, foe to human kind!Blow, blustering, freezing, piercing wind!Blow, that thy force I may rehearse,While all my thoughts congeal to verse! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;- John Bancks (Banks), To Boreas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-1013929763910530153?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1013929763910530153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=1013929763910530153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/1013929763910530153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/1013929763910530153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/07/wind.html' title='The Wind'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/RozVj_UYK1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/i4VQTwJVg1s/s72-c/Undine-in-the-Wind-Print-C10100743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-7853408991107958399</id><published>2007-05-30T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T04:39:13.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Story'/><title type='text'>It's Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"History is herstory too".&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;“The higher mental development of woman, the less possible it is for her to meet a congenial male who will see in her, not only sex, but also the human being, the friend, the comrade and strong individuality, who cannot and ought not lose a single trait of her character.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Emma Goldman quotes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;“All that is valuable in human society depends upon the opportunity for development accorded the individual”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Albert Einstein quotes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly - that is what each of us is here for.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"You no longer need to invest in self development to guarantee a bright future"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;“There are not many males, black or white, who wish to get involved with a woman who's committed to her own development”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Eleanor Holmes Norton quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;“The "silly" question is the first intimation of some totally new development”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Alfred North Whitehead quotes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;“Fathers, like mothers, are not born. Men grow into fathers and fathering is a very important stage in their development.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;mcleodbr David Gottesman quotes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"If you wish to achieve worthwhile things in your personal and career life, you must become a worthwhile person in your own self-development.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Brian Tracy quotes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"If divorce has increased by one thousand percent, don't blame the women's movement. Blame the obsolete sex roles on which our marriages were based."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Betty Friedan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Men, their rights, and nothing more; women, their rights, and nothing less"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Susan B. Anthony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Men will often admit other women are oppressed but not you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sheila Rowbotham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-7853408991107958399?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7853408991107958399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=7853408991107958399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/7853408991107958399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/7853408991107958399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-me.html' title='It&apos;s Me'/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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-18035785.post-4905636220021287614</id><published>2007-05-23T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T04:56:55.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mood'/><title type='text'>Clenched Soul - Pablo Neruda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;We have lost even this twilight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;No one saw us this evening hand in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;while the blue night dropped on the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;I have seen from my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Sometimes a piece of sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;burned like a coin in my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;I remembered you with my soul clenched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;in that sadness of mine that you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Where were you then? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Who else was there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Saying what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;when I am sad and feel you are far away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;The book fell that always closed at twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Always, always you recede through the evenings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;toward the twilight erasing statues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-4905636220021287614?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4905636220021287614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=4905636220021287614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/4905636220021287614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/4905636220021287614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/05/clenched-soul-pablo-neruda.html' title='Clenched Soul - Pablo Neruda'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-326273067367737922</id><published>2007-05-15T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T02:14:12.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A daydream is a meal at which images are eaten. Some of us are gourmets, some gourmands, and a good many take their images precooked out of a can and swallow them down whole, absent-mindedly and with little relish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;~W.H. Auden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;He does not need opium. He has the gift of reverie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;~Anais Nin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;~Antoine Rivarol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;All religions will pass, but this will remain: simply sitting in a chair and looking in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;~V.V. Rozanov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;~Steven Wright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;People don't come to church for preachments, of course, but to daydream about God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;~Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I would like to dedicate this post to all the day dreamers out there and specially to my friend Priyankari...Hope you enjoy it......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-326273067367737922?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/326273067367737922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=326273067367737922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/326273067367737922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/326273067367737922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/05/dream-along.html' title='Dream On...'/><author><name>Shakhi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5938/2510/1600/914180/shakhi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-940107383860829604</id><published>2007-05-08T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:56:40.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Remembering Some Great Tagore Quotes On Rabindra Jayanti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust, God watches them play and forgets the priest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can't make it through one door, I'll go through another door - or I'll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.&lt;br /&gt;In Art, man reveals himself and not his objects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words which are clear; the great truth has great silence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Asks the Possible of the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling-place?" "In the dreams of the Impotent," comes the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-940107383860829604?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/940107383860829604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=940107383860829604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/940107383860829604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/940107383860829604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/05/remembering-some-great-tagore-quotes-on.html' title='Remembering Some Great Tagore Quotes On Rabindra Jayanti'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-2701230613321504961</id><published>2007-05-04T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T02:51:20.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Laugh Out Loud!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Even if there is nothing to laugh about, laugh on credit.&lt;br /&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What soap is to the body, laughter is to the soul.&lt;br /&gt;~Yiddish Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people are laughing, they're generally not killing each other.&lt;br /&gt;~Alan Alda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hearty laugh gives one a dry cleaning, while a good cry is a wet wash.&lt;br /&gt;~Puzant Kevork Thomajan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought that a big laugh is a really loud noise from the soul saying, "Ain't that the truth."&lt;br /&gt;~Quincy Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs laugh, but they laugh with their tails. What puts man in a higher state of evolution is that he has got his laugh on the right end.&lt;br /&gt;~Max Eastman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.&lt;br /&gt;~Stephen King, Hearts in Atlantis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A laugh is a smile that bursts.&lt;br /&gt;~Mary H. Waldrip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is a tranquilizer with no side effects.&lt;br /&gt;~Arnold Glasow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is an orgasm triggered by the intercourse of sense and nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-2701230613321504961?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2701230613321504961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=2701230613321504961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/2701230613321504961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/2701230613321504961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/05/laugh-out-loud.html' title='Laugh Out Loud!!'/><author><name>Shakhi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5938/2510/1600/914180/shakhi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-1454998971538507415</id><published>2007-03-08T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T01:56:21.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Erma Louise Bombeck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a few quotations from this writer and instantly decided to share them with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From Wikipedia &lt;/span&gt;: Erma Louise Bombeck (February 21, 1927 – April 22, 1996), born Erma Fiste, was an American humorist who achieved great popularity for a newspaper column that depicted suburban home life in the second half of the 20th century. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Quotes from her writings that I collected:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;"There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;" It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;"Laughter rises out of tragedy, when you need it the most, and rewards you for your courage."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;"When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And these are her books .... some of them are excellent humorous one-liners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;    * The Grass is Always Greener Over the Septic Tank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;    * Aunt Erma's Cope Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;    * If Life is a Bowl of Cherries, What Am I Doing in the Pits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;    * I Lost Everything in the Post-Natal Depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;    * When You Look Like Your Passport Photo, It's Time to Go Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;    * Just Wait Until You Have Children of Your Own (written with Bil Keane)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;    * Family - The Ties that Bind... and Gag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;    * A Marriage Made in Heaven or Too Tired for an Affair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;    * At Wit's End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;    * Forever, Erma: Best-Loved Writing From American's Favorite Humorist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;    * Motherhood: The Second Oldest Profession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;    * I Want to Grow Hair, I Want to Grow Up, I Want to Go to Boise: Children Surviving Cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;    * All I Know About Animal Behavior I Learned in Loehmann's Dressing Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-1454998971538507415?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1454998971538507415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=1454998971538507415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/1454998971538507415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/1454998971538507415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/03/erma-louise-bombeck.html' title='Erma Louise Bombeck'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-182285015204600669</id><published>2007-03-04T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:14:43.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foolish'/><title type='text'>YOU FOOL !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“Before the beginning of great brilliance, there must be chaos. Before a brilliant person begins something great, they must look foolish in the crowd.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance; the wise grows it under his feet.” -  James Oppenheim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“Only the most foolish of mice would hide in a cat's ear, but only the wisest of cats would think to look there” - Andrew Mercer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“Who is more foolish, the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light?”  - Maurice Freehill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“There is a foolish corner in the brain of the wisest man.” - Aristotle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“To a worldly man, a God-intoxicated person will appear mad and he will laugh at him, But to the God-intoxicated man, the worldly appear insane, foolish, misled, blind.” - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sri Sathya Sai Baba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines” - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“You can say any foolish thing to do to a dog, and the dog will give you a look that says, 'My God, you're right! I never would've thought of that!'” - Dave Berry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“Why not seize the pleasure at once, how often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparations.” - Jane Austen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-182285015204600669?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/182285015204600669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=182285015204600669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/182285015204600669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/182285015204600669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-fool.html' title='YOU FOOL !!!'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-999751209676075699</id><published>2007-02-22T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T04:03:11.310-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wit'/><title type='text'>War of Wit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;“Wit is a sword; it is meant to make people feel the point as well as see it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt; G. K. Chesterton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;“Wit is far more often a shield than a lance”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;“Wit is the salt of conversation, not the food.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt; William Hazlitt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;“Wit consists in seeing the resemblance between things which differ, and the difference between things which are alike”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt; Madame de Stael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;“So vast is art, so narrow human wit.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt; Alexander Pope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;“Wit must be foiled by wit : cut a diamond with a diamond”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt; William Congreve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;“Good nature is more agreeable in conversation than wit, and gives a certain air to the countenance which is more amiable than beauty”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt; Joseph Addison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;“Wit: Intellect on a spree”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;“Wit is the sudden marriage of ideas which before their union were not perceived to have any relation.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt; Mark Twain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;“Wit is the fetching of congruity out of incongruity”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt; Joseph Addison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-999751209676075699?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/999751209676075699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=999751209676075699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/999751209676075699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/999751209676075699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/02/war-of-wit.html' title='War of Wit'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-117126811502960664</id><published>2007-02-12T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:20:08.687-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Magic Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“I held a moment in my hand, brilliant as a star, fragile as a flower, a tiny sliver of one hour. I dripped it carelessly, Ah! I didn't know, I held opportunity.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Hazel Lee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Where the spirit does not work with the hand there is no art”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Leonardo da Vinci &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Wit without discretion is a sword in the hand of a fool”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Spanish Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Flowers leave some of their fragrance in the hand that bestows them”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Chinese Proverbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Success in life comes not from holding a good hand, but in playing a poor hand well.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Denis Waitley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“I thoroughly disapprove of duels. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly and forgivingly by the hand and lead him to a quiet place and kill him.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Mark Twain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Never try to catch two frogs with one hand”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Chinese Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Frederic Lawrence Knowles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Samuel Osgood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-117126811502960664?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/117126811502960664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=117126811502960664' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/117126811502960664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/117126811502960664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/02/magic-hands.html' title='Magic Hands'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-116883889446215537</id><published>2007-01-14T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:15:41.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>I Have A Dream - one of my favorite songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I have a dream, a song to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; To help me cope with anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt; If you see the wonder of a fairy tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt; You can take the future even if you fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; I believe in angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; Something good in everything I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; I believe in angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; When I know the time is right for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; I’ll cross the stream - I have a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; I have a dream, a fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; To help me through reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; And my destination makes it worth the while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; Pushing through the darkness still another mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; I believe in angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; Something good in everything I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; I believe in angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; When I know the time is right for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; I’ll cross the stream - I have a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; I’ll cross the stream - I have a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; I have a dream, a song to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; To help me cope with anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; If you see the wonder of a fairy tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; You can take the future even if you fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt; I believe in angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt; Something good in everything I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; I believe in angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; When I know the time is right for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; I’ll cross the stream - I have a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; I’ll cross the stream - I have a dream  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-116883889446215537?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116883889446215537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=116883889446215537' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116883889446215537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116883889446215537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-dream-one-of-my-favorite-songs.html' title='I Have A Dream - one of my favorite songs'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-116850832380893714</id><published>2007-01-11T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:19:40.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>AN ASSORTMENT OF APPETIZING IDEAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Elizabeth Barrett Browning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I often quote myself. It adds spice to my conversation.&lt;br /&gt;- George Bernard Shaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Daring ideas are like chessmen moved forward; they may be beaten , but they may start a winning game.&lt;br /&gt;- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Whatever our souls are made up, his and mine are the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Emily Bronte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Whether you think that you can, or that you can't, you are usually right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Henry Ford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Author: Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man how to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; "I hear, and I forget. I see, and I remember. I do, and I understand." - Chinese Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Bloom where you are planted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Be yourself. Who else is better qualified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Win as if you were used to it, lose as if you enjoyed it for a change. – Eric Golnik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-116850832380893714?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116850832380893714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=116850832380893714' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116850832380893714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116850832380893714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2007/01/assortment-of-appetizing-ideas.html' title='AN ASSORTMENT OF APPETIZING IDEAS'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-116738514234398988</id><published>2006-12-29T01:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:21:09.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>A Very Happy New Year to YOU All !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);font-size:20;" &gt;Wishes for you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: 125%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%; color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-size:13;" &gt;May you get a clean bill of health from your dentist, your cardiologist, your gastro-endocrinologist, your urologist, your proctologist, your podiatrist, your psychiatrist, your gynecologist, your plumber and the IRS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: 125%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%; color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-size:13;" &gt;May your hair, your teeth, your face-lift, your abs and your stocks not fall; and may your blood pressure, your triglycerides, your cholesterol, your white blood count and your mortgage interest not rise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: 125%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%; color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-size:13;" &gt;May you find a way to travel from anywhere to anywhere in the rush hour in less than an hour, and when you get there may you find a parking space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: 125%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%; color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-size:13;" &gt;May Sunday evening, December 31, find you seated around the dinner table, together with your beloved family and cherished friends, ushering in the new year ahead. You will find the food better, the environment quieter, the cost much cheaper, and the pleasure much more fulfilling than anything else you might ordinarily do that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: 125%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%; color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-size:13;" &gt;May you wake up on January 1st, finding that the world has not come to an end, the lights work, the water faucets flow, and the sky has not fallen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: 125%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%; color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-size:13;" &gt;May what you see in the mirror delight you, and what others see in you delight them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: 125%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%; color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-size:13;" &gt;May someone love you enough to forgive your faults, be blind to your blemishes, and tell the world about your virtues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: 125%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%; color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-size:13;" &gt;May the telemarketers wait to make their sales calls until you finish dinner, and may your check book and your budget balance and may they include generous amounts for charity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: 125%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%; color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-size:13;" &gt;May you remember to say "I love you" at least once a day to your spouse, your child, your parents, your friends; but not to your secretary, your nurse, your masseuse, your hairdresser or your tennis instructor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: 125%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%; color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-size:13;" &gt;May we live as God intended, in a world at peace and the awareness of His love in every sunset, every flower's unfolding petals, every baby's smile, every lover's kiss, and every wonderful, astonishing, miraculous beat of our heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:olive;"   &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;color:olive;"   &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: 125%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%; color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:18;" &gt;A Very Happy New Year to YOU !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-116738514234398988?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116738514234398988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=116738514234398988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116738514234398988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116738514234398988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/12/very-happy-new-year-to-you-all_29.html' title='A Very Happy New Year to YOU All !!!'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-116617775458235138</id><published>2006-12-15T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:22:04.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mood'/><title type='text'>If You Want To Be Happy, Be.</title><content type='html'>If only we'd stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time.&lt;br /&gt;~Edith Wharton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is excitement that has found a settling down place.&lt;br /&gt;But there is always a little corner that keeps flapping around.&lt;br /&gt;~E.L. Konigsburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful life I've had!&lt;br /&gt;I only wish I'd realized it sooner.&lt;br /&gt;~Colette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance; the wise grows it under his feet.&lt;br /&gt;~James Openheim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think.&lt;br /&gt;Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do,&lt;br /&gt;there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.&lt;br /&gt;~A.A. Milne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty hard to tell what does bring happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Poverty and wealth have both failed.&lt;br /&gt;~Frank McKinney "Kin" Hubbard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two things to aim at in life: first, to get what you want; and after that, to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;Only the wisest of mankind achieve the second.&lt;br /&gt;~Logan Pearsall Smith, Afterthoughts, 1931&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure is spread through the earth.&lt;br /&gt;In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.&lt;br /&gt;~William Wordsworth, 1806&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.&lt;br /&gt;~Nathaniel Hawthorne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.&lt;br /&gt;~Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is a form of courage.&lt;br /&gt;~Holbrook Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.&lt;br /&gt;~Frederick Keonig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Want To Be Happy, Be.&lt;br /&gt;~Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who can laugh without cause have either found the true meaning of happiness or have gone stark raving mad.&lt;br /&gt;~Norm Papernick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-116617775458235138?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116617775458235138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=116617775458235138' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116617775458235138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116617775458235138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-you-want-to-be-happy-be.html' title='If You Want To Be Happy, Be.'/><author><name>Shakhi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5938/2510/1600/914180/shakhi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-116558275047005247</id><published>2006-12-08T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:54:20.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.... Laugh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;A kiss is a lovely trick, designed by nature, to stop words when speech becomes superfluous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;- Ingrid Bergmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;He who wants to do good knocks at the gate: he who loves finds the door open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-Rabrindranath Tagore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Thou art to me a delicious torment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;- Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;If you judge people, you have no time to love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;- Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-Woody Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The great question... which I have not been able to answer... is, "What... does a woman want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-Freud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-Woody Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;An archeologist is the best husband any woman can have; the older she gets, the more interested he is in her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-Agatha Christie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You can't put a price tag on love, but you can on all its accessories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;- Melanie Clark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-116558275047005247?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116558275047005247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=116558275047005247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116558275047005247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116558275047005247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-laugh.html' title='Love.... Laugh....'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-116461143788915756</id><published>2006-11-26T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:55:00.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing A Fool ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named 'Bush', 'Dick', and 'Colon.' Need I say more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;- Chris Rock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Any fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius--and a lot of courage--to move in the opposite direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;- Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Anatomy (n): something everyone has, but which looks better on a girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;- Bruce Raeburn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;In order to keep a true perspective of one’s importance, everyone should have a dog that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;- Dereke Bruce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;If you're going to do something tonight that you'll be sorry for tomorrow, sleep late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;- Henny Youngman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I do not want people to be agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;- Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;When choosing between two evils, I always like to try the one I’ve never tried before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;- Mae West (1892-1980)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience:this is the ideal life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;- Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;The clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;- Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;- Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Physics is like sex: sure, it may give some practical results, but that's not why we do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;- Richard Feynman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;We had gay robbers last night. They broke in and rearranged the furniture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;- Robin Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I don't make jokes. I just watch the government and report the facts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;- Will Rogers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-116461143788915756?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116461143788915756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=116461143788915756' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116461143788915756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116461143788915756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/kissing-fool.html' title='Kissing A Fool ...'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-116436748230325748</id><published>2006-11-24T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T03:58:02.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn, burn, burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;...the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;- Jack Kerouac, "On The Road"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-116436748230325748?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116436748230325748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=116436748230325748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116436748230325748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116436748230325748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/burn-burn-burn.html' title='Burn, burn, burn'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-116436710272722760</id><published>2006-11-24T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T03:18:22.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Solitary Reaper ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're all lonely for something we don't know we're lonely for. How else to explain the curious feeling that goes around feeling like missing somebody we've never even met?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- David Foster Wallace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is loneliness that makes the loudest noise. This is true of men as of dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Eric Hoffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The loneliest it gets is when the wind begins to chill and when I sit atop of your old street, the church top brings a still ness to me, there's nothingI would rather do, than have my heart broken by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the spaces between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Maya Angelou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's a cold wind blowing softly through a narrow, dark ravine. A sound is heard, soft and everywhere, like the rustle of silk.  It echoes from every dismal reaching corner of the abyss, and whispers of the aching loneliness within the crevasse.  A cold, blue-white light transcends an aura of weird lifelessness to the jagged rocks of the cleft walls.  There appears a soul within all of this, like a thin frail mist, congealing within its center -- a tiny translucent gray cloud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Ralph Kenyon, 1962&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all, time bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Stephen King, "The Green Mile" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To transform the emptiness of loneliness, to the fullness of aloneness. Ah, that is the secret of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Sunita Khosla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No my friend, darkness is not everywhere, for here and there I find faces illuminated from within; paper lanterns among the dark trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Carole Borges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-116436710272722760?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116436710272722760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=116436710272722760' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116436710272722760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116436710272722760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/solitary-reaper.html' title='A Solitary Reaper ...'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-116314556278610565</id><published>2006-11-09T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T00:22:07.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO MY FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;All losses are restored and sorrows end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Love is like the wild-rose briar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Friendship is like the holly-tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The holly is dark when the rose briar blooms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But which will bloom most constantly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Emily Brontë&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yes we are [friends] and I do like to pass the day with you in serious and inconsequential chatter. I wouldn't mind washing up beside you, dusting beside you, reading the back half of the paper while you read the front. We are friends and I would miss you, do miss you and think of you very often. I don't want to lose this happy space where I have found someone who is smart and easy and doesn't bother to check her diary when we arrange to meet. ~Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body, 1992&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Friendship isn't a big thing - it's a million little things. ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Friends are kisses blown to us by angels. ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world. ~Leo Buscaglia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Only your real friends will tell you when your face is dirty. ~Sicilian Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic cords of memory will swell when again touched as surely they will be by the better angels of our nature. ~Abraham Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit. ~Albert Schweitzer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A loyal friend laughs at your jokes when they're not so good, and sympathizes with your problems when they're not so bad. ~Arnold H. Glasgow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you. ~Elbert Hubbard, The Notebook, 1927&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A good friend is cheaper than therapy. ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend. ~Henry David Thoreau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A true friend never gets in your way unless you happen to be going down. ~Arnold Glasow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend. ~William Blake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;One's friends are that part of the human race with which one can be human. ~George Santayana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A friend knows the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails. ~Donna Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You can always tell a real friend: when you've made a fool of yourself he doesn't feel you've done a permanent job. ~Laurence J. Peter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival. ~C.S. Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends. ~Virginia Woolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She is a friend of mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind. ~Toni Morrison, Beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The friend within the man is that part of him which belongs to you and opens to you a door which never, perhaps, is opened to another. Such a friend is true, and all he says is true; and he loves you even if he hates you in other mansions of his heart. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Wisdom of the Sands, translated from French by Stuart Gilbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A real friend is someone who would feel loss if you jumped on a train, or in front of one. ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;True friends stab you in the front. ~Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, and he who has one enemy will meet him everywhere. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship. ~William Blake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Southern Mail, 1929, translated from French by Curtis Cate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Friendship is Love, without his wings. ~Lord Byron, L'Amitié est l'Amour sans Ailes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The best time to make friends is before you need them. ~Ethel Barrymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A friend can tell you things you don't want to tell yourself. ~Frances Ward Weller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There is magic in long-distance friendships. They let you relate to other human beings in a way that goes beyond being physically together and is often more profound. ~Diana Cortes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Probably no man ever had a friend that he did not dislike a little. ~E.W. Howe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul. ~Edith Wharton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If it's very painful for you to criticize your friends - you're safe in doing it. But if you take the slightest pleasure in it, that's the time to hold your tongue. ~Alice Duer Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive. ~Anäis Nin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces. ~Anne Morrow Lindbergh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better. ~Plutarch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Do not keep on with a mockery of friendship after the substance is gone - but part, while you can part friends. Bury the carcass of friendship: it is not worth embalming. ~William Hazlitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud. I am arrived at last in the presence of a man so real and equal, that I may drop even those undermost garments of dissimulation, courtesy, and second thought, which men never put off, and may deal with him with the simplicity and wholeness with which one chemical atom meets another. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-116314556278610565?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116314556278610565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=116314556278610565' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116314556278610565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116314556278610565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-my-friends.html' title='TO MY FRIENDS'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-116281784332021458</id><published>2006-11-06T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:15:07.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writers Say ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"But words are things, and a small drop of ink,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lord Byron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; "Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;William Wordsworth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"It seems to me that those songs that have been any good, I have nothing much to do with the writing of them. The words have just crawled down my sleeve and come out on the page." Joan Baez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another." Sir James Matthew Barrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"I don't wait for moods. You accomplish nothing if you do that. Your mind must know it has got to get down to work."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pearl S. Buck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Writers should be read, but neither seen nor heard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Daphne du Maurier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Women want love to be a novel, men a short story. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Daphne du Maurier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn't brood. I'd type a little faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Isaac Asimov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There was never a good biography of a good novelist. There couldn't be. He is too many people if he's any good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Good writers define reality; bad ones merely restate it. A good writer turns fact into truth; a bad writer will, more often than not, accomplish the opposite." Edward Albee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay." Brian Aldiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Women do not always have to write about women, or gay men about gay men. Indeed, something good and new might happen if they did not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kathryn Hughes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Everyman's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers." Hans Christian Anderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Talent is like a faucet; while it is open, you have to write. Inspiration? - a hoax fabricated by poets for their self-importance." Jean Anouilh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"From my close observation of writers...they fall into two groups: 1) those who bleed copiously and visibly at any bad review, and 2) those who bleed copiously and secretly at any bad review." Isaac Asimov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"It is worth mentioning, for future reference, that the creative power which bubbles so pleasantly in beginning a new book quiets down after a time, and one goes on more steadily. Doubts creep in. Then one becomes resigned. Determination not to give in, and the sense of an impending shape keep one at it more than anything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Virginia Woolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Reading makes a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man." Sir Francis Bacon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"When, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or even a very remarkable man who had a mother, then I think we are on the track of a lost novelist, a suppressed poet. . . indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Virginia Woolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"You write in order to change the world, knowing perfectly well that you probably can't, but also knowing that literature is indispensable to the world... The world changes according to the way people see it, and if you alter, even by a millimeter, the way ... people look at reality, then you can change it." James Arthur Baldwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Literature ... is the rediscovery of childhood." Georges Bataille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Why do writers write? Because it isn't there." Thomas Berger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Every composer knows the anguish and despair occasioned by forgetting ideas which one has not time to write down." (Louis) Hector Berlioz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"If I had to give young writers advice, I would say don't listen to writers talking about writing or themselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lillian Hellman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And here are a few suggestions from the Maestro ... the holy words for us, copywriters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"There are some books that refuse to be written. They stand their ground year after year and will not be persuaded. It isn't because the book is not there and worth being written -- it is only because the right form of the story does not present itself. There is only one right form for a story and if you fail to find that form the story will not tell itself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I notice that you use plain, simple language, short words and brief sentences. That is the way to write English - it is the modern way and the best way. Stick to it; don't let fluff and flowers and verbosity creep in. When you catch an adjective, kill it. No, I don't mean utterly, but kill most of them - then the rest will be valuable. They weaken when they are close together. They give strength when they are wide apart. An adjective habit, or a wordy, diffuse, flowery habit, once fastened upon a person, is as hard to get rid of as any other vice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To get the right word in the right place is a rare achievement. To condense the diffused light of a page of thought into the luminous flash of a single sentence, is worthy to rank as a prize composition just by itself...Anybody can have ideas--the difficulty is to express them without squandering a quire of paper on an idea that ought to be reduced to one glittering paragraph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-116281784332021458?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116281784332021458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=116281784332021458' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116281784332021458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116281784332021458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/writers-say.html' title='Writers Say ...'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-116280343585489139</id><published>2006-11-06T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T03:18:35.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom - CHANAKYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/601/1755/1600/chanakya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/601/1755/320/chanakya.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"A person should not be too honest. Straight trees are cut first and&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;      Honest people are screwed first." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    Chana kya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC to 75   BC) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;******************************&lt;wbr&gt;********************* &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   "Even  if a snake is not poisonous, it should pretend to be venomous." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer,! 350&lt;br /&gt;BC-275 BC) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;******************************&lt;wbr&gt;********************* &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The biggest guru-mantra is: Never share your secrets with anybody.&lt;br /&gt;It will destroy you." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;BC) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;******************************&lt;wbr&gt;********************* &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"There is some self-interest behind every friendship. There is no&lt;br /&gt;friendship without self-interests. This is a bitter truth." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350&lt;br /&gt;BC-275 BC) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;******************************&lt;wbr&gt;********************* &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Before you start some work, always ask yourself three questions -&lt;br /&gt;Why am I doing it, what the results might be and will I be successful.&lt;br /&gt;Only when you think deeply and find satisfactory answers to these questions, go ahead." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;BC) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;******************************&lt;wbr&gt;********************* &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As soon as the fear approaches near, attack and destroy it." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;BC) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;******************************&lt;wbr&gt;********************* &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The world's biggest power is the youth and beauty of a woman." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;BC) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;******************************&lt;wbr&gt;********************* &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once you start a working on something, don't be afraid of failure&lt;br /&gt;and don't abandon it. People who work sincerely are the happiest." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;BC) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;******************************&lt;wbr&gt;********************* &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind.&lt;br /&gt;But the goodness of a person spreads in all direction." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and wr! iter, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;BC) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;******************************&lt;wbr&gt;********************* &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Whores don't live in company of poor men, citizens never support a&lt;br /&gt;weak company and birds don't build nests on a tree that doesn't bear fruits." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanakya quo tes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;BC) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;******************************&lt;wbr&gt;********************* &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man is great by deeds, not by birth." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;BC) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;******************************&lt;wbr&gt;********************* &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never make friends with people who are above or below you in status.&lt;br /&gt;Such friendships will never give you any happiness." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 B C-275&lt;br /&gt;BC) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;******************************&lt;wbr&gt;********************* &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Treat your kid like a darling for the first five years. For the next&lt;br /&gt;five years, scold them. By the time they turn sixteen, treat them like a friend. Your grown up children are your best friends." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;BC) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;******************************&lt;wbr&gt;********************* &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Books are as useful to a stupid person as a mirror is useful to a&lt;br /&gt;blind person." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;BC) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;******************************&lt;wbr&gt;********************* &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;      "Education  is the best friend. An educated person is respected&lt;br /&gt;everywhere. Education beats the beauty and the youth." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;    Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;     BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Few more additions ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“The serpent, the king, the tiger, the stinging wasp, the small child, the dog owned by other people, and the fool: these seven ought not to be awakened from sleep.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“The happiness and peace attained by those satisfied by the nectar of spiritual tranquillity is not attained by greedy persons restlessly moving here and there.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Chanakya quotes (Indian Politician, strategist and Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“He who lives in our mind is near though he may actually be far away; but he who is not in our heart is far though he may really be nearby.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Do not keep company with a fool for as we can see he is a two-legged beast. Like an unseen thorn he pierces the heart with his sharp words.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Purity of speech, of the mind, of the senses, and the of a compassionate heart are needed by one who desires to rise to the divine platform.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An egoist can be won over by being respected, a crazy person can be won over by allowing him to behave in an insane manner and a wise person can be won over by truth.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A human being should strive for four things in life - dharma, money, sex and salvation. A person who hasn't strived for even one of these things has wasted life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; As soon as the fear approaches near, attack and destroy it.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A woman is four times as shy, six times as brave and eight times as libidinous as a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-116280343585489139?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116280343585489139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=116280343585489139' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116280343585489139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116280343585489139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/words-of-wisdom-chanakya.html' title='Words of Wisdom - CHANAKYA'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-116279753020771280</id><published>2006-11-05T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T01:39:24.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Aches...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;~Edna St. Vincent Millay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;God can heal a broken heart, but He has to have all the pieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;~Rosa Parks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;~Lamartine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate the day, because it lendeth light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;To see all things, but not my love to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;~Edmund Spenser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;With what a deep devotedness of woe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And memory, like a drop that, night and day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;~Thomas Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ask me why I keep on loving you when it's clear that you don't feel the same way for me... the problem is that as much as I can't force you to love me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't force myself to stop loving you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I never knew until that moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;how bad it could hurt to lose something you never really had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;~From the television show The Wonder Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I prithee send me back my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Since I cannot have thine;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;For if from yours you will not part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;~John Suckling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;As soon as forever is through, I'll be over you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;~Toto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-116279753020771280?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116279753020771280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=116279753020771280' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116279753020771280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116279753020771280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-heart-aches.html' title='My Heart Aches...'/><author><name>Shakhi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5938/2510/1600/914180/shakhi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-116262405996004800</id><published>2006-11-03T22:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T23:07:39.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From AAmir Khushroo's collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Tu bewafa nahi tujhme wafa bakki hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Na ja mujhse door abhi tujhme nasha bakki hai....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Peene ko to sabhi peete hai zamane me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Kehte hai tu hai mahir gham bhulane me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dekhta hoon tere labpe kush ankaha bakki hai......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Na ja mujhse door abhi tujhme nasha bakki hai.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Har koi chala gaya beech rah me chhorke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Kahin tu na jana mera ghamo se nata jorke.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Mere chaman me abhi rang-e-kazza bakki hai.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Na ja mujhse door abhi tujhme nasha bakki hai.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Keh ke shrabbi mujhe marte hai thokar aksar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Seene se lagaye rehta hoon tujhe shaam-o- sehar.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Tujhse dil lagane ki abhi 'veer' ki sazza bakki hai.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Tu bewafa nahi tujhme wafa bakki hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Na ja mujhse door abhi tujhme nasha bakki hai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Thanks to Amu. She contributed this gem to be published here.&lt;br /&gt;Really sweet and thoughtful on her part!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-116262405996004800?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116262405996004800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=116262405996004800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116262405996004800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116262405996004800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/from-aamir-khushroos-collection_03.html' title='From AAmir Khushroo&apos;s collection'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-116237927231109593</id><published>2006-11-01T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T03:18:46.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of the Most Romantic  Hollywood Lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/601/1755/1600/image001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/601/1755/400/image001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/601/1755/1600/image002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/601/1755/400/image002.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/601/1755/1600/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/601/1755/400/image003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/601/1755/1600/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/601/1755/400/image004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/601/1755/1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-116237927231109593?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116237927231109593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=116237927231109593' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116237927231109593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116237927231109593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-of-most-romantic-hollywood-lines.html' title='Some of the Most Romantic  Hollywood Lines'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-116220090397431099</id><published>2006-10-30T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:54:17.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Dreams Come True?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~X-Files&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Elias Canetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Thomas E. Lawrence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Walt Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ah, great it is to believe the dream as we stand in youth by the starry stream; but a greater thing is to fight life through and say at the end, the dream is true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Edwin Markham &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dreams are today's answers to tomorrow's questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Edgar Cayce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Douglas Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Langston Hughes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't use drugs, my dreams are frightening enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- M. C. Escher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A dream has power to poison sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Mutability"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Recall the old story of the rather refined young man who preferred sex dreams to visiting brothels because he met a much nicer type of girl that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Vivian Mercer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I dream for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Steven Spielberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I have had dreams and I have had nightmares, but I have conquered my nightmares because of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Jonas Salk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I like the dreams of the future better than the history of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Patrick Henry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Steven Wright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We are near waking when we dream we are dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Novalis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dreams are free, so free your dreams.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Astrid Alauda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-116220090397431099?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116220090397431099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=116220090397431099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116220090397431099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116220090397431099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/do-dreams-come-true.html' title='Do Dreams Come True?'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-116218768788998483</id><published>2006-10-29T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:22:10.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch the pearl drops....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/949/2648/1600/pearl.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/949/2648/320/pearl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anais Nin: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carl Sandburg: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing happens unless first we dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward Kennedy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives and the dreams shall never die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;George Bernard Shaw: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see things; and you say, "Why?" But I dream things that never were; and I say, "Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alfred Tennyson:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hold it true, whate'er befall; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt; feel it, when I sorrow most; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Tis better to have loved and lost &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than never to have loved at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emily Dickinson:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Love is all there is,Is all we know of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-116218768788998483?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116218768788998483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=116218768788998483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116218768788998483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116218768788998483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/catch-pearl-drops.html' title='Catch the pearl drops....'/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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-18035785.post-116218632141507877</id><published>2006-10-29T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:36:10.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall In Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;~David Byrne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"You learn to like someone when you find out what makes them laugh, but you can never truly love someone until you find out what makes them cry. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;~Flavia Weedn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense." ~Mark Overby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"When love is not madness, it is not love. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;~Pedro Calderon de la Barca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"We loved with a love that was more than love. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;~Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"The ultimate test of a relationship is to disagree but to hold hands. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;~Quoted by Alexandra Penney in Self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~George Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I ran up the door, opened the stairs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;said my pajamas and put on my prayers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;turned off my bed, tumbled into my light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and all because he kissed me good-night!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-116218632141507877?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116218632141507877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=116218632141507877' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116218632141507877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116218632141507877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/fall-in-love.html' title='Fall In Love...'/><author><name>Shakhi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5938/2510/1600/914180/shakhi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-116184225890872739</id><published>2006-10-25T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T02:12:35.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If You Love...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/949/2648/1600/smalllove.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/949/2648/200/smalllove.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Perfect love is rare indeed - for to be a lover will require that you continually have the subtlety of the very wise, the flexibility of the child, the sensitivity of the artist, the understanding of the philosopher, the acceptance of the saint, the tolerance of the scholar and the fortitude of the certain."&lt;br /&gt;Leo Buscaglia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"A relationship is like a rose, How long it lasts, no one knows; Love can erase an awful past, Love can be yours, you'll see at last; To feel that love, it makes you sigh, To have it leave, you'd rather die; You hope you've found that special rose, 'Cause you love and care for the one you chose."&lt;br /&gt;Rob Cella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great."&lt;br /&gt;Comte DeBussy-Rabutin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so."&lt;br /&gt;David Grayson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/949/2648/1600/butterfly8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/949/2648/200/butterfly8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thoughts to nourish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Making the simple complicated is commonplace; making the complicated simple, awesomely simple, that's creative."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Charles Mingus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Les Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Accept yourself as you are. Otherwise you will never see opportunity.You will not feel free to move toward it; you will feel you are not deserving."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maxwell Maltz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Freedom is actually a bigger game than power. Power is about what you can control. Freedom is about what you can unleash."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Harriet Rubin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-116184225890872739?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116184225890872739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=116184225890872739' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116184225890872739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116184225890872739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-you-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Priyankari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959</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-18035785.post-116133908225025431</id><published>2006-10-20T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T05:02:07.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think like the FAMOUS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Give me a museum and I’ll fill it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; - Pablo Picasso (1881-1973)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Don’t be so humble - you are not that great."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; - Golda Meir (1898-1978), to a visiting diplomat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"To sit alone with my conscience will be judgment enough for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; - Charles William Stubbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"I can write better than anybody who can write faster, and I can write faster than anybody who can write better."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; - A. J. Liebling (1904-1963)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"The longer I live the more I see that I am never wrong about anything, and that all the pains that I have so humbly taken to verify my notions have only wasted my time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; - George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"I love Mickey Mouse more than any woman I have ever known."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; - Walt Disney (1901-1966)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1900-1944)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; - Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"You got to be careful if you don’t know where you’re going, because you might not get there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; - Yogi Berra (1925-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Happiness is good health and a bad memory."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; - Ingrid Bergman (1917-1982)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; - Tom Clancy (1947-), paraphrasing Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Ideas are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands. But like the seafaring man on the desert of waters, you choose them as your guides, and following them you will reach your destiny."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; - Carl Schurz (1829-1906)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"I contend that we are both atheists. I just believe in one fewer god than you do. When you understand why you dismiss all the other possible gods, you will understand why I dismiss yours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; - Sir Stephen Henry Roberts (1901-1971)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"If everything is under control, you are going too slow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; - Mario Andretti (1940-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Copy from one, it’s plagiarism; copy from two, it’s research."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; - Wilson Mizner (1876-1933)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Better to light a candle than curse the darkness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; - Chinese Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Even a stopped clock is right twice a day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; - Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Hunger is the best sauce."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; - Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Brigands demand your money or your life; women require both."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Samuel Butler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Santa Claus has the right idea - visit people only once a year."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Victor Borge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"I know not what I appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Isaac Newton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"The basic rule of human nature is that powerful people speak slowly and subservient people quickly-because if they don't speak fast nobody will listen to them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Michael Caine (b. 1933)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Hell is paved with good intentions, not with bad ones. All men mean well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"He may look like an idiot and talk like an idiot but don't let that fool you. He really is an idiot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Groucho Marx (1895-1977)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Reality leaves a lot to the imagination."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- John Lennon (1940-80)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"I never drink water because of the disgusting things that fish do in it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- W.C. Fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"What is life? A frenzy. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a fiction. And the greatest good is trivial; for all life is a dream and all dreams are dreams."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Pedro Calderón de la Barca (1600-81)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been on a calendar, but never on time."&lt;br /&gt;- Marilyn Monroe (1926-62)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"I can't sing very well but I'd like to try."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Elvis Presley, on first entering a studio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-116133908225025431?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116133908225025431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=116133908225025431' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116133908225025431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116133908225025431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/think-like-famous.html' title='Think like the FAMOUS?'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-116126036497469783</id><published>2006-10-19T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T05:43:58.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Medley of Romantic Expressions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare.&lt;br /&gt; I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.&lt;br /&gt; I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.&lt;br /&gt; I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; --Ten Things I Hate About You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Take love, multiply i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;t by infinity and take it  to the depths of forever.. and you still have only a glimpse of how I feel for  you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; - Meet Joe Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Do you ever put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin? Well, that's what love is like. Everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but you just keep going."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;- Practical Magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's why they call them  crushes. If they were easy, they'd call them something else&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;-Sixteen Candles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Remember my sentimental friend,  you will be judged not by how much you love, but by how much you are loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;-Wizard of Oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;School is still the same.. there's still that one guy that you get up and go to school for in the morning. The one with the mysterious confidence that every girl falls for. Those years of school wouldn't have been the same without him. I wouldn't have been the same without him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Never Been kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are what I never knew I  always wanted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;-Fools Rush In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;When they ask me what I liked best, I'll tell them it was  you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;- City Of Angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wonder how many people neve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r  get the one they want, but end up with the one they're supposed to have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;-Fried Green Tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ont &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;say we aren't right for  each other, the way i see it is.. we aren't right for anyone else&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;--the cutting edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I wish I had never met you. Because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;-Good Will Hunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know, that moment when you kiss someone and everything around you becomes hazy. And the only thing in focus is you and that person. And you realize that that person is the only person that you're supposed to kiss for the rest of your life. And for one moment you get this gift. And you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that it will go away all at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;  Never Been Kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Dory : You mean ... you mean you  don't like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Marlin : No, of course I like you.  It's because I like you I don't want to be with you. It's a complicated emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;-Finding Nemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe there's a place where the restless souls wander, burdened by the weight of their own sadness. They wait for a chance to set the wrong things right. Only then can they be reunited with the ones they love. Sometimes, a crow shows them the way; because sometimes, love is stronger than death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-City of Angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;All our young lives we search for someone to love, someone to make us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope, all the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, someone perfect is searching for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-The Wonder Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There Are Millions Of People In This world,  But In The end It All Comes Down To One&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;-Crazy/Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is a place You can touch a woman That will drive her crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Milk Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't, I can't look into your eyes without feeling that, that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;-Chasing Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;...I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. All I ask, please, is that you just, you just not dismiss that - and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. Alyssa, there isn't another soul on this planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there.. between you and me. You can't deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt; -Chasing Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;Samantha: I have to ask you a question. It's a good one so think about it. If two people love each other, but they just can't seem to get it together, when do you get to that point of enough is enough?&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: Never.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;-The Mexican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I always thought that there was this one perfect person for everybody in the world, you know, and when you found that person the rest of the world kind of magically faded away, and, you know, the two of you would just be inside this kind of protective bubble, but there is no bubble, I mean if there is you have to make it, I just think life is more than a series of moments, you know, we can make choices, and we can choose to protect the people we love, and that's what makes us who we are and those are the real memories&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Forces of Nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-116126036497469783?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116126036497469783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=116126036497469783' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116126036497469783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116126036497469783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/medley-of-romantic-expressions.html' title='A Medley of Romantic Expressions'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-116115834689859818</id><published>2006-10-18T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:51:43.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of Love ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Captain Corelli's Mandolin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Shakespeare In Love :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; * "I will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all. No...not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of love for the amusement of an evening. but love that...overthrows life. Unbiddable, ungovernable, like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You've Got Mail:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; * "I like to start my notes to you as if we're already in the middle of a conversation. I pretend that we're the oldest and dearest friends- as opposed to what we actually are- people who don't know each other's names and met in a chat room where we both claimed we'd never been before. What will NY152 say today, I wonder. I turn on my computer, I wait impatiently as it boots up. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail. I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beat of my own heart. I have mail. From you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Wuthering Heights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    "If he loved you with all the power of his soul for a whole lifetime, he couldn't love you as much as I do in a single day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I want to crawl to her feet, whimper to be forgiven, for loving her, for needing her more than my own life, for belonging to her more than my own soul."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I cannot live without my life! I cannot die without my soul!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A Beautiful Mind :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "It's only in the mysterious equations of love that any logical reasons can be found. I am only here tonight because of you. You are all I am. You are all my reasons."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    "Perhaps it is good to have a beautiful mind, but an even greater gift is to discover a beautiful heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Big Fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    "Sometimes, the only way to catch an uncatchable woman is to offer her a wedding ring."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Crazy/Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    "You can be anywhere when your life begins. You meet the right person and anything is possible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Phantom of The Opera:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Past the point of no return- no going back now. Our passion play has now at last begun. Past all thought of right or wrong. One final question. How long should we two wait, before we're one? When will the blood begin to race? The sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames at last consume us?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Shall We Dance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The rumba is the vertical expression of a horizontal wish. You have to hold her like the skin on the thigh is your reason for living. Let her go, like your heart's being ripped from your chest. Throw her back, like you're going to have your way with her, right here on the dance floor. And then finish like she's ruined you for life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-116115834689859818?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116115834689859818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=116115834689859818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116115834689859818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/116115834689859818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/power-of-love.html' title='Power of Love ....'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-115754055585902783</id><published>2006-09-06T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T04:05:55.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KABIR ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Bura Jo Dekhan Main Chala, Bura Naa Milya Koye Jo Munn Khoja Apnaa, To Mujhse Bura Naa Koye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;(I searched for the crooked, met not a single oneWhen searched myself, "I" found the crooked one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Dheere Dheere Re Mana, Dheere Sub Kutch Hoye Mali Seenche Sau Ghara, Ritu Aaye Phal Hoye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;(Slowly slowly O mind, everything in own pace happens Gardner may water a hundred buckets, fruit arrives only in its season)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Bada Hua To Kya Hua, Jaise Ped Khajoor Panthi Ko Chaya Nahin, Phal Laage Atidoor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;(In vain is the eminence, just like a date treeNo shade for travelers, fruit is hard to reach)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Jaise Til Mein Tel Hai, Jyon Chakmak Mein Aag Tera Sayeen Tujh Mein Hai, Tu Jaag Sake To Jaag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;(Like seed contains the oil, fire in flint stone Your God is within you, realize if you can)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Mangan Maran Saman Hai, Mat Koi Mange Beekh Mangan Se Marna Bhala, Yeh Satguru Ki Seekh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;(Begging is like perishing, none should go imploring It is better to die than beg, this is true teaching)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Dukh Mein Simran Sab Kare, Sukh Mein Kare Na KoyeJo Sukh Mein Simran Kare, Tau Dukh Kahe Ko Hoye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;( In anguish everyone prays to Him, in joy does none To One who prays in happiness, how sorrow can come)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Akath Kahani Prem Ki, Kutch Kahi Na Jaye Goonge Keri Sarkara, Baithe Muskae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;( Inexpressible is the story of Love It cannot be revealed by words Like the dumb eating sweet-meat Only smiles, the sweetness he cannot tell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Chinta Aisee Dakini, Kat Kaleja Khaye Vaid Bichara Kya Kare, Kahan Tak Dawa Lagaye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;(Stress is the evil that eats into one's heart What the doctor can do, what remedy to impart?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Jab Tun Aaya Jagat Mein, Log Hanse Tu Roye Aise Karni Na Kari, Pache Hanse Sab Koye( When you were born in this world Everyone laughed while you criedDon't do anything such That they laugh when you are gone) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-115754055585902783?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115754055585902783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=115754055585902783' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/115754055585902783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/115754055585902783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/kabir.html' title='KABIR ...'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-115753700765050795</id><published>2006-09-06T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T03:03:27.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from Rumi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;"When I am with you, we stay up all night.When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.Praise God for those two insomnias!And the difference between them." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;"It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;"Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;You are in love with me, I shall make you perplexed. Do not build much, for I intend to have you in ruins. If you build two hundred houses in a manner that the bees do; I shall make you as homeless as a fly. If you are the mount Qaf in stability. I shall make you whirl like a millstone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;How could you reach the pearl by only looking at the sea? If you seek the pearl, be a diver: the diver needs several qualities: he must trust his rope and his life to the Friend's hand, he must stop breathing, and he must jump. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;The soul which cannot endure fire and smoke won't find the Secret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;"This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-115753700765050795?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115753700765050795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=115753700765050795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/115753700765050795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/115753700765050795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/quotes-from-rumi.html' title='Quotes from Rumi'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-115596521610030784</id><published>2006-08-18T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T22:43:40.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Quotes That Speak My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Guys and Gals ... These are a few gems of Movie Quotes. You know, sometimes a different person can speak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; mind, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;echo&lt;/span&gt; your thoughts ..and you keep wondering ...How's that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can two different person think so alike? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;From Movie - Sleepless in Seattle :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Well, it was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were suppose to be together... and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home... only to no home I'd ever known... I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like... Magic"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;From Movie-City of Angel :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it. One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;From Movie- Being Cyrus : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once the game is over both the King and the pawn go to the same box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;From Movie - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When Harry Met Sally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I'm saying is that somewhere out there is the man you are supposed to marry. And if you don't get him first, somebody else will, and you'll have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;From Movie - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Shawshank Redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tell you, those voices soared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Higher and farther than anybody in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a gray place dares to dream. It was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;like some beautiful bird flapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;into our drab little cage and made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;these walls dissolve away...and for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the briefest of moments -- every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;last man at Shawshank felt free     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;From MEREDITH BROOKES's 'im a bitch' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take me as I am. This might mean u'l have to b a stronger man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its too sure that I try to make u nervous and I'm going to extremes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow I will change and today wont mean a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its when u think u got me figured out, the season's already changing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; JEWEL's 'kiss d flame' :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please love let's make no impartial vow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let all fall away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's not crucial now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to brave love, one that makes me weak in the knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want a crazy, crazy love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;One that makes me come undone at the seams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause I'm tired of all these pilgrims, these puritans, these thieves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of all these unbelievers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;who whittle love down at the knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let these swift roads destroy themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let the world fall into its sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For we shall be spared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We shall be left standing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;(from Aurélia, 1855) (from Lolita)  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dream is a second life. I have never been able to cross through those gates of ivory of horn which separate us from the invisible world without a sense of dread."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gazal From Gulzaar  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shaam se ankh main nami si hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;aj phir ap ki kami si hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dafn kar do hamain ke saans miley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nabz kuch deer se thami si hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;waqt rehta nahi kaheen chup ker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;is ki adat bhi admee si hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;koi rishta nahi raha phir bhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ik tasleem lazmi si hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-115596521610030784?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115596521610030784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=115596521610030784' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/115596521610030784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/115596521610030784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-quotes-that-speak-my-heart.html' title='Some Quotes That Speak My Heart'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-113395378829438597</id><published>2005-12-07T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T03:09:48.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dancer goes quick on her beautiful legs; a duck goes quack on her beautiful eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/601/1755/1600/duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/601/1755/320/duck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;A cynic is someone who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Adam and Eve had an ideal marriage. He didn't have to hear about all the men she could have married, and she didn't have to hear about the way his mother cooked. (Kimberley Broyles) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;A disbelief in God does not result in a belief in nothing; disbelief in God usually results in a belief in anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;“As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can't remember the other two...”Sir Norman Wisdom“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;One of the most difficult things in the world is to convince a woman that even a bargain costs money.” Edgar Watson Howe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;“A true friend is one who overlooks your failures and tolerates your success!”Doug Larson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;“A harmful truth is always better then...a useful lie!”Eric Bolton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;“When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bike. Then I realized that The Lord doesn't work that way, so I stole one and asked him to forgive me.”Erno Philips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;“ I only go to work on days that don't end in a 'y'.”Robert Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;“ We spend the first twelve months of our children's liv! es teaching them to walk and talk and the next twelve telling them to sit down and shut up.”Phyllis Diller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;“Laughter is the closest distance between two people.”Victor Borge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;“Start every day with a smile and get it over with.”W.C. Fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;“Everything is funny as long as it is happening to somebody else.”Will Rogers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;“Always get married early in the morning. That way, if it doesn't work out, you haven't wasted a whole day.”Mickey Rooney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;“Women now have choices. They can be married, not married, have a job, not have a job, be married with children, unmarried with children. Men have the same choice we've always had: work or prison.”Tim Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;“If you never want to see a man again, say, 'I love you, I want to marry you. I want to have children...' - they leave skid marks.”Rita Rudner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;“I'm not afraid to die. I just don't want to be there when it happens.”Woody Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;“Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't.”Erica Jong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;“Don't take life too seriously, you'll never get out of it alive.”Elbert Hubbard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;“Always and never are two words you should always remember never to use.”Wendell Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;“In life, it's not who you know that's important, it's how your wife found out.”Joey Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;“I've been in love with the same woman for forty-one years. If my wife finds out, she'll kill me.”Henry Youngman“Have you noticed that all the people in favor of birth control are already born ?”Benny Hill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-113395378829438597?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/113395378829438597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=113395378829438597' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/113395378829438597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/113395378829438597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2005/12/dancer-goes-quick-on-her-beautiful.html' title='A dancer goes quick on her beautiful legs; a duck goes quack on her beautiful eggs'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-112972444742257764</id><published>2005-10-19T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T05:20:47.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've always looked for a little space, exclusively mine.....to breathe peacefully and spill out my thoughts. I guess, i've found it at last, here...on the web and the best part is that I might make a lot of friends here...without any intrusion to my privacy. Thanks to Blogger&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAI&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18035785-112972444742257764?l=raibhatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/feeds/112972444742257764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18035785&amp;postID=112972444742257764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/112972444742257764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18035785/posts/default/112972444742257764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raibhatt.blogspot.com/2005/10/found-at-last.html' title='Found at last'/><author><name>Rai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SQGwoRiDelI/AAAAAAAABUA/IK1VK1MMqac/S220/4386~Fresh-Roses-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
