<?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-8707576434296406277</id><updated>2011-11-09T03:11:32.960-08:00</updated><category term='Tech World'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Literature'/><category term='Individuals'/><category term='Viewing life'/><category term='Green Reading'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Science'/><category term='Social awareness'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Media'/><category term='Conversations with my dad'/><title type='text'>Unwinding my thoughts...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-6793672050741364499</id><published>2011-11-09T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T03:11:33.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>What is your greatest fear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today I asked this question to my friends, and below were the replies:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of going blank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of the word 'FEAR' itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of being different from others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of being emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of feeling insecure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of losing my skin complexion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of my inability to quit smoking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of being unable to care for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of seeing owls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of the unknown within me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of being hurt by loved ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of being fat/ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of losing my loved ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of a thought about falling from mountains or helicopters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Being a loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of staying alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of getting married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Scared of heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of being alone without family and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of my possessive nature &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of loving a man, I would love a dog without any fear, because dogs won’t breakup, neither will they wake up one day and tell, “I don’t love you anymore…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of air suffocating me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear of the unexpected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Recently read one blog post titled, “&lt;a href="http://zenhabits.net/five-helpful-attitudes-for-dealing-with-your-fears/"&gt;Five Great Ways to Conquer YourFears&lt;/a&gt;” on &lt;i&gt;ZenHabits.net&lt;/i&gt;. In this blog post the author says, “Whatever your fears may be, you can either let those fears form boundaries beyond which you can’t move or grow, or you can face them head-on and allow them to become opportunities to move into new places in your life.&amp;nbsp; The choice is truly yours. “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actually this strategy works, first you find out what are your fears, and then you convert those fears into your strengths. Till now, I have conquered few of my fears using this strategy. Try it today people, who knows it might work for you too, or you may find your own way of dealing with your fears while trying this method! However, talk to yourself about your fears; do not feel that you are a weak person if you have some kind of fear. It is very much human to have fears, but slowly we have to learn to stretch ourselves...going beyond our fears, isn’t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-6793672050741364499?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/6793672050741364499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=6793672050741364499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6793672050741364499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6793672050741364499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-is-your-greatest-fear.html' title='What is your greatest fear?'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-4828083210336732875</id><published>2011-11-08T03:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T03:01:09.657-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>"Autobiography in five chapters" from Portia Nelson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One of the few poems I really love, "Autobiography in five chapters" from Portia Nelson:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" class="MsoNormalTable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1) I walk down the   street.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I fall in.&amp;nbsp; I am lost...I am hopeless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It isn't my fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It takes forever to find a way out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2) I walk down the same   street.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I pretend I don't see it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I fall in again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't believe I'm in the same place.&amp;nbsp; But it isn't my fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It still takes a long time to get out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3) I walk down the same   street.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I see it is there.&amp;nbsp; I still fall in...it's a habit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My eyes are open; I know where I am; it is my fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I get out immediately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4) I walk down the same   street.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I walk around it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5) I walk down another street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-4828083210336732875?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/4828083210336732875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=4828083210336732875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4828083210336732875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4828083210336732875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2011/11/autobiography-in-five-chapters-from.html' title='&quot;Autobiography in five chapters&quot; from Portia Nelson'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-5586814220064055071</id><published>2011-08-08T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:26:12.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>Experiencing the joy of being alive yourself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There might be someone in your life who makes you come alive…beautiful!! but also question yourself if you can experience the joy of being alive without the need of anyone in your life, else shit happens :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you are experiencing the joy of being alive yourself, then it means you are giving your happiness in some other person's hands, which leads to unavoidable pain.If you want to get away from such pain, better you control your mood, not someone else out there! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Be kind to yourself, and be happy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-5586814220064055071?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/5586814220064055071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=5586814220064055071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/5586814220064055071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/5586814220064055071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2011/08/experiencing-joy-of-being-alive.html' title='Experiencing the joy of being alive yourself...'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-1651370083388931168</id><published>2011-03-21T02:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:26:41.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>Flowing with the force of life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have realized that we have the ability to choose certain thoughts, and thoughts are connected to our emotions. If we consider our “personality” as a tree, thoughts are different branches of this tree. Certain thoughts are negative and can harm the growth of this “personality” tree. And in such case, it is better to cut that branch or that particular leaf. There is no point in sticking on to negative belief systems or negative thought patterns. Thoughts and emotions are not two separate entities, they are all the same. However, I cannot choose all my thoughts, but if I understand that certain thought patterns are harming me, then I consciously try my best to avoid such thought patterns, and it has worked for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What we think about ourselves becomes the truth for us. It took time for me to merely accept this fact initially when I started reading Louise L. Hay’s book “You can heal your life”. What a wonderful experience this book is! You may think that you are a very happy person, and nothing is wrong with your life, then why do I need to read this? But, it is not about who is in need of this book, it is about lot of other things. It is such a wonderful experience reading her book, the way she deals with thought patterns and the impact thought patterns have on our lives. Read it people, it is worth it! Helps people to do mental diet – a diet from negative thoughts! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Few people say, “how much ever I try, I can’t be happy, since my happiness is with Mr.X or Ms. Y”, but I believe that happiness should be found within us. Only when we find happiness within ourselves, can we make others happy. Never leave your happiness in other person’s hands, you keep it with yourself. This much of selfishness is required for you to keep you happy first of all! Later, you can try to make others happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Similarly, only when you love yourself, can you love someone else. Let’s not look at ourselves through other person’s eyes! The reality is that we have to look at ourselves through our own eyes, create a mirror for ourselves, where we respect the person we see in that mirror, love that person and care for that person – this realization of self worthiness is more important for those who are depressed, finding their happiness with someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When we believe we are responsible for what we are, then we are taking control of our own happiness, but when we believe someone else is responsible for our happiness then we are losing control over our own happiness, giving the control of our happiness to other person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I enjoy allowing myself to flow with the force of life, enjoying every moment, and living every moment, taking life as it comes but making the best out of it every moment with all my heartfelt efforts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-1651370083388931168?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/1651370083388931168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=1651370083388931168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/1651370083388931168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/1651370083388931168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2011/03/flowing-with-force-of-life.html' title='Flowing with the force of life...'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-3861154755718575852</id><published>2011-03-04T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:27:03.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting conversation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;X: What according to u is the triumph of imagination over intelligence?&lt;br /&gt;Y: What else it can be other than my madness!&lt;br /&gt;X: What? I did not get u.&lt;br /&gt;Y: Love is merely madness! And I enjoy every moment of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-3861154755718575852?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/3861154755718575852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=3861154755718575852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/3861154755718575852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/3861154755718575852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2011/03/interesting-conversation.html' title='An interesting conversation!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-2216642140297375058</id><published>2011-02-15T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:27:20.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raw versus Processed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One day I was thinking about people with whom I can be just myself, no matter what I think, what I feel, what I love to do and what I dislike...these people accept me as I am and love me so much for being just ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;While I was thinking about such people in my life, I felt there are two kinds of thoughts raw and processed. Raw thoughts are those which are escaped from the processing in our brain...it is what we feel, it is spontaneous and when you have people in your life with whom you can share such thoughts without any fear, without any shame, without weighing those thoughts, without being worried of consequences...it is a real blessing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And, next there are processed thoughts - think before you speak type - which are weighed much in our brain, before expressed, thinking if it is right or wrong to express this, and if yes, in what way it should be expressed, what words should be used...how can I communicate it right, all these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I do not mean that we can be rude with those with whom we share raw thoughts/emotions...it is just that we are spontaneous with them, sharing trust with each other that neither of us have any intention to hurt, and we share with honesty...what ever we feel...naturally...and this can happen only with a complete acceptance of a person. Moreover, in case of people with whom you share raw emotions or thoughts and just be yourself, there will be love at first place, which is more important than anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Be yourself, no matter what you are...if you go on losing your individuality, then you will have to replace yourself with someone else created by others for you! Never let that disaster happen to you at any point of time in your life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-2216642140297375058?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/2216642140297375058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=2216642140297375058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/2216642140297375058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/2216642140297375058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2011/02/raw-versus-processed.html' title='Raw versus Processed!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-6415318687705318906</id><published>2011-01-07T00:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:27:47.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be careful before you split your tablets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here is a small note for those who take tablets splitting them. Even I used to do it often being lazy to search for tablets of dosage that I wanted. However, now I have changed this habit of mine, since there are a range of options available for those tablets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Many researchers warn that splitting tablets into two or more parts is potentially dangerous (since tablet parts are often unequal in size) and could lead to people taking the wrong dose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Specifically, with regard to pills that have a narrow margin between a therapeutic and a toxic dose, it is more dangerous. A study published in the &lt;i&gt;Journal of Advanced Nursing&lt;/i&gt; has revealed that 31 percent of split tablets deviated from the recommended dose by at least 15 percent and sometimes by more than 25 percent. The study suggested that the pharmaceutical firms should produce a range of options, including smaller or bigger dose tablets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If suppose the dosage prescribed for you is not available in the market, then I feel it is better to talk to your doctor about it once, and confirm if it is fine to split tablets to take recommended dose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Take care, and be healthy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.sify.com/news/splitting-pills-in-half-is-dangerous-news-health-lbhj4fecfed.html"&gt;Sify.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-6415318687705318906?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/6415318687705318906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=6415318687705318906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6415318687705318906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6415318687705318906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2011/01/be-careful-before-you-split-your.html' title='Be careful before you split your tablets!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-7192609735192224779</id><published>2010-11-22T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:28:01.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>Being FEARLESS is not necessarily the absence of FEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Recently, I read about Taylor Swift's view about the meaning of "FEARLESS". I must tell you that those lines reflected what was in my mind, which I could not explain with words! I was so happy reading those lines, it was as if you feel you are heard, when someone says something about you! I cannot resist myself from sharing those lines, here you go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"To me, “FEARLESS” is not the absence of fear. It’s not being completely  unafraid. To me, FEARLESS is having fears. FEARLESS is having doubts.  Lots of them. To me, FEARLESS is living in spite of those things that  scare you to death. FEARLESS is falling madly in love again, even though  you’ve been hurt before. FEARLESS is walking into your freshmen year of  high school at fifteen. FEARLESS is getting back up and fighting for  what you want over and over again… even though every time you’ve tried  before, you’ve lost. It’s FEARLESS to have faith that someday things  will change. FEARLESS is having the courage to say goodbye to someone  who only hurts you, even if you can’t breathe without them. I think it’s  FEARLESS to fall for your best friend, even though he’s in love with  someone else. And when someone apologizes to you enough times for things  they’ll never stop doing, I think it’s FEARLESS to stop believing them.  It’s FEARLESS to say “you’re NOT sorry”, and walk away. I think loving  someone despite what people think is FEARLESS. I think allowing yourself  to cry on the bathroom floor is FEARLESS. Letting go is FEARLESS. Then,  moving on and being alright…That’s FEARLESS too. But no matter what love  throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love  stories and prince charmings and happily ever after. That’s why I write  these songs. Because I think love is FEARLESS."   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-7192609735192224779?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/7192609735192224779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=7192609735192224779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/7192609735192224779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/7192609735192224779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2010/11/being-fearless-is-not-necessarily.html' title='Being FEARLESS is not necessarily the absence of FEAR!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-181128327184176912</id><published>2010-10-08T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:28:19.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with my dad'/><title type='text'>On a quote by John Sterling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;John Sterling&amp;nbsp; has said "Emotion turning back on itself,and not leading on to a thought or action,is the element of madness", what do you think about this?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Dad: &lt;/span&gt;"Manasannu emotional - rational endu  compartment  madalagadu. Hannolage beeja iruvanthe bhavadolage buddhi - buddhiyolage  bhava iruvudu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-181128327184176912?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/181128327184176912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=181128327184176912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/181128327184176912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/181128327184176912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-quote-by-john-sterling.html' title='On a quote by John Sterling'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-4767626553605974902</id><published>2010-10-01T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:28:37.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayodhya verdict reminds me of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ayodhya  verdict reminds me of a poem by Roumi about an elephant surrounded by a  number of blind men in a dark room. Each blind man touches one part of  the elephant and describes it accordingly. To one, the elephant is a  pillar. To another, it is a table-cloth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-4767626553605974902?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/4767626553605974902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=4767626553605974902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4767626553605974902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4767626553605974902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2010/10/ayodhya-verdict-reminds-me-of.html' title='Ayodhya verdict reminds me of...'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-3804671320981206402</id><published>2010-09-30T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:28:51.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most memorable conversation from the movie G.I. Jane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Master Chief John Urgayle: Pain is your friend, your ally, it will tell you when you are seriously injured, it will keep you awake and angry, and remind you to finish the job and get the hell home. But you know the best thing about pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lt. Jordan O'Neil: Don't know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Master Chief John Urgayle: It lets you know you're not dead yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-3804671320981206402?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/3804671320981206402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=3804671320981206402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/3804671320981206402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/3804671320981206402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2010/09/most-memorable-conversation-from-movie.html' title='Most memorable conversation from the movie G.I. Jane'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-7861508364242966546</id><published>2009-09-15T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:29:37.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes life drags you down from the clouds &amp; that's good - Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just read an article titled “Sometimes life drags you down from the clouds &amp;amp; that's good” published in &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/news/city/mumbai/Sometimes-life-drags-you-down-from-the-clouds-thats-good/articleshow/5007228.cms"&gt;Times of India&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Model Lisa Ray who was diagnosed with multiple myeloma on June 23rd, spoke to TOI's Bharati Dubey on her struggle in coming to terms with the disease and why she went public about it. In her blog &lt;a href="http://lisaraniray.wordpress.com/category/the-yellow-diaries/"&gt;“The Yellow Diaries”, &lt;/a&gt;she writes, “Myeloma is incurable. It’s a relatively rare cancer of the bone marrow that affects about 6000 Canadians. Every year, approximately 2100 more cases are diagnosed. I’m a junior Member in many ways, having been diagnosed at 37, while the average age is 65. Makes the disease not quite as ‘Sexy’ as other Cancers. But we can change that. In the industry I’m in, you could say, its motive alone that gives character to your acting… I’m going to do everything I can to wrench the spotlight onto Myeloma and Cancer Awareness. I believe it can be cured. That’s the Dirty Realist in me…I know I’m not trusting the situation. I’m treating my battle like its inconvenient, managing the stage like a tyrannical Bollywood choreographer, but worst of all, I’m not looking it in the eye. I’m letting the situation tyranise my heart. I need to ask for help and support. They say, name it, then you can recognise it. Then deal with it. Yup. In time.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I really got shocked realizing her strength &amp;amp; determination while battling against multiple myeloma, which is a very rare form of cancer. I wish researchers discover a treatment for the cure of multiple myeloma with a holistic approach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hats off to Lisa for being so optimistic and positive in her battle against this disease! Truly, it’s better to be realistic than being idealistic about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-7861508364242966546?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/7861508364242966546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=7861508364242966546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/7861508364242966546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/7861508364242966546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-life-drags-you-down-from.html' title='Sometimes life drags you down from the clouds &amp; that&apos;s good - Lisa'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-8714343785848482206</id><published>2009-08-17T03:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:29:55.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I look when I cry according to Raki</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/Sok5_SbdXYI/AAAAAAAACF8/LnUf96o73_4/s1600-h/DSC03147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370887790057577858" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/Sok5_SbdXYI/AAAAAAAACF8/LnUf96o73_4/s400/DSC03147.JPG" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/Sok5IZX-GGI/AAAAAAAACF0/-vNVepvo9ww/s1600-h/DSC03146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370886847029188706" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/Sok5IZX-GGI/AAAAAAAACF0/-vNVepvo9ww/s400/DSC03146.JPG" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/Sok48GZSNrI/AAAAAAAACFs/qEpfPJMNT1A/s1600-h/DSC03149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370886635775997618" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/Sok48GZSNrI/AAAAAAAACFs/qEpfPJMNT1A/s400/DSC03149.JPG" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/Sok4zAn4YgI/AAAAAAAACFk/nCDhgHdP77A/s1600-h/DSC03145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370886479607783938" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/Sok4zAn4YgI/AAAAAAAACFk/nCDhgHdP77A/s400/DSC03145.JPG" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My close friend, Raki was drawing some rough sketches of how I will be looking if I cry and requested me not to cry anytime as I look really bad when I cry...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-8714343785848482206?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/8714343785848482206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=8714343785848482206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/8714343785848482206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/8714343785848482206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-how-i-look-when-i-cry-according.html' title='This is how I look when I cry according to Raki'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/Sok5_SbdXYI/AAAAAAAACF8/LnUf96o73_4/s72-c/DSC03147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-4413925205903098719</id><published>2009-04-09T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:30:08.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hats off to the greenest firm in India!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Currently, Wipro Infotech is top green firm in India. The firm has been rated as the No. 1 green brand in our country as per the latest edition of Greenpeace’s ‘Guide to greener electronics’ ranking. Also, Wipro Infotech is one among the list of top five global green brands in the world.  With this, Wipro has not only reasserted its top position among Indian IT brands, but has also marked a place in the league of top-five global green brands. Wipro could acieve this mainly due to its efforts its efforts in energy efficiency and for managing e-wastes effectively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-4413925205903098719?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/4413925205903098719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=4413925205903098719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4413925205903098719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4413925205903098719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2009/04/hats-off-to-greenest-firm-in-india.html' title='Hats off to the greenest firm in India!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-2666240469718069697</id><published>2009-03-30T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:30:29.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The voice of silence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why is that sometimes one can understand the feelings unspoken but can't understand words spoken! I really wonder and it is so very strange. Unspoken feelings when understood by our loved ones make us immensely happy. It is a real blessing to find someone who can respond to your unspoken feelings. Sometimes the communication that two hearts have in silence is more beautiful than the words shared....it reminds me of a song…one of my most favorites…“When you say nothing at all”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its amazing how you can speak right to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Without saying a word, you can light up the dark&lt;br /&gt;Try as I may I could never explain&lt;br /&gt;What I hear when you dont say a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;Theres a truth in your eyes saying youll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says youll catch me when ever I fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best..when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day long I can hear people talking out loud&lt;br /&gt;But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd (the crowd)&lt;br /&gt;Try as they may they can never define&lt;br /&gt;Whats been said between your heart and mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;The truth in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;Lets me know that you need me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you say it best when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;You say it best when you say nothing at all..)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-2666240469718069697?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/2666240469718069697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=2666240469718069697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/2666240469718069697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/2666240469718069697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2009/03/voice-of-silence.html' title='The voice of silence...'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-8090062553511707883</id><published>2009-03-24T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:30:47.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WWF Earth Hour: Join in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/ScnKD4_yq8I/AAAAAAAABOM/5V_HeeHxQqI/s1600-h/image001.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317003003275946946" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/ScnKD4_yq8I/AAAAAAAABOM/5V_HeeHxQqI/s400/image001.gif" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 399px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Citizens from across 85 countries in over 800 cities around the world are switching their lights off on March 28, 2009 for one hour, from 8.30PM to 9.30PM, to raise their voice against climate change. It's now happening in India for the first time. Tell your family, friends and colleagues about WWF Earth Hour and ask them to join in and switch off for a healthy planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This year &lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.org/home/"&gt;Earth Hour &lt;/a&gt;(Vasundhara Ghatika) has been transformed into the world’s first ‘global election’, pitting earth against global warming. For the first time in history, people of all ages, nationalities, race and background have the opportunity to use their light switch to vote; switching off your lights is a vote for earth, while leaving them on is a vote for global warming.&lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Cities/Govt-pushes-for-Earth-Hour-on-March-28/articleshow/4311979.cms"&gt;Earth Hour &lt;/a&gt;began in Sydney in 2007, when 2.2 million homes and businesses switched off their lights for one hour. In 2008, the message had grown into a global sustainability movement, with over five crore people switching off their lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Social Forestry Department (SFD) has appealed to all its 9,000 eco-clubs and four lakh student-members to observe the Earth Hour on March 28. Over 74 countries and territories have pledged their support to vote for earth during the Earth Hour, and this number is growing everyday, officials said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What will you be doing at 8.30pm on Saturday March 28th? We're keen to know what you have planned for Earth Hour 2009. If you'd like to share your plans with me, then post it under 'comments' section :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-8090062553511707883?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/8090062553511707883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=8090062553511707883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/8090062553511707883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/8090062553511707883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2009/03/wwf-earth-hour-join-in.html' title='WWF Earth Hour: Join in...'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/ScnKD4_yq8I/AAAAAAAABOM/5V_HeeHxQqI/s72-c/image001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-7544169557919991198</id><published>2009-03-19T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:31:51.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greed for money makes a father ruthless!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As I started my day at office, I read this news which horrified me and left me in a painful silence. The Mumbai police have arrested a 60-year-old man from Mira Road area for allegedly raping his elder daughter for the last 9 years. The ordeal began in 2000 when his elder daughter was 11-year-old. The elder daughter, now 21, was allegedly raped for 10 years. The businessman started raping his second daughter - a 15-year-old - just a few months ago. The mother of the two girls has also been arrested for abetment. How disgusting is that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The man apparently acted on the advice of a self-proclaimed tantric friend who advised him to establish physical relations with his daughter to improve his financial condition. Along with him, the mother of those two girls and the tantric have also been arrested for abetting the incest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One side we talk of globalization, rationalization, fighting blind beliefs all that and the other side such horrible acts happen! I was just thinking of those two girls, who were exploited for the prosperity of family and to obtain financial stability! How much painful it will be for those two girls, usually if any problem comes in the childhood or teenage, we go to our parents, share with them and feel so happy sharing every little thing…let it be a bigger or smaller. But, where will those girls go, if parents themselves push them into such a living hell!!! How painful it is and what will happen to those poor little girls…how badly their hearts must be wounded along with the physical abuse!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank God atleast the elder daughter revealed about this insane act! She confided in her maternal grandmother when she saw her younger sister being targeted just as she had been by her father. The girls further disclosed that the tantric had raped the younger sister, who is now 15-year-old. For now, the girls are staying with their maternal grandmother and uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sources: Hindustan Times &amp;amp; IBN Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-7544169557919991198?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/7544169557919991198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=7544169557919991198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/7544169557919991198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/7544169557919991198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2009/03/greed-for-money-makes-father-ruthless.html' title='Greed for money makes a father ruthless!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-7482127232470223731</id><published>2009-03-17T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:33:44.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the biggest strength of a woman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sowjanya Shankar:&lt;/b&gt; Her perseverance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rocksta:&lt;/b&gt; Lots of them....I can narrow it down to two: forgiveness and patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shilz:&lt;/b&gt; “Being a woman”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Usha Gokak:&lt;/b&gt; Multi-tasking and patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mouli Bhattacharyya:&lt;/b&gt; Patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suja Meladath:&lt;/b&gt; I guess patience to tolerate almost anything…even injustice because she thinks of others first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sangeeta Ghosh Dastidar: &lt;/b&gt;Patience, stoicness.....and tolerance too…and…hmmm can go on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Namisha Srivastava: &lt;/b&gt;Her sensitivity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prerna Peer:&lt;/b&gt; Her patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rakesh Kishore: &lt;/b&gt;Her patience, her never ending love and care to her loved ones…specially children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kavitha Kumar:&lt;/b&gt; Her flexibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prathima:  &lt;/b&gt;There are many, to name a few…her caring nature, patience, never ending love, tenderness, being soft, forgiveness, great cook, big kind heart, adorable and one can rely on her anytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guruvardhan J:&lt;/b&gt; Her tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anonymous: &lt;/b&gt;Confidence, hard work, timeliness, mannu masi etc… idne alwa elru helodu… ah range alli think madake baralla nange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Surprisingly, most of the women, I asked did not know what is their biggest strength! They just said they do not know and did not want to talk about it further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-7482127232470223731?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/7482127232470223731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=7482127232470223731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/7482127232470223731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/7482127232470223731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-biggest-strength-of-woman.html' title='What&apos;s the biggest strength of a woman?'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-503366784343222384</id><published>2009-03-17T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:34:02.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><title type='text'>Koi mil gaya...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wondering...why I am talking about this 2003 movie now!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's because our Indian researchers have discovered three alien micro organisms!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our Indian scientists from the Indian Space Research Organisation (ISRO) have discovered three new species of bacteria in the upper stratosphere. Stratosphere is a layer of Earth’s atmosphere and it is layered in temperature because it is heated from above by absorption of ultraviolet radiation from the Sun. Three new species of bacteria found are highly resistant to ultraviolet radiation and these species are not found anywhere on the earth! This leads to doubts that if these species are of extra terrestrial origin! These three species have been named as &lt;i&gt;Janibacter hoylei, Bacillus isronensis&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Bacillus aryabhata&lt;/i&gt;. A 26.7 million cubic feet balloon carrying a 459 kg scientific payload soaked in 38 kg of liquid neon was flown by researchers from the National Balloon Facility in Hyderabad, operated by the Tata Institute of Fundamental Research. The payload consisted of a cryosampler (also called as cryogenic sampler) containing 16 evacuated and sterilized stainless steel probes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Generally, a cryogenically cooled adsorber is used in such a system for maintaining the vacuum. Stratospheric air was collected using this balloon-borne cryogenic sampler. And, the probes were telecommand opened/closed at pre- determined altitudes. Throughout the flight, the probes remained immersed in liquid neon to create a cryopump effect. And, for those who are wondering what is this cryopump…well, it is nothing but a vacuum pump, which is able to trap gases and vapors by condensing them on a cold surface. The cylinders used for collecting air samples from different heights ranging from 20 km to 41 km, were later parachuted down and safely retrieved by researchers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They detected 12 bacterial and six fungal colonies, nine of which showed greater than 98 percent similarity with known species on our Earth. However, three bacterial colonies were totally new species! This experiment does not assure the extra-terrestrial origin of these three species but certainly provides an immense encouragement for those who are highly interested in exploring the origin of life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-503366784343222384?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/503366784343222384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=503366784343222384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/503366784343222384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/503366784343222384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2009/03/koi-mil-gaya.html' title='Koi mil gaya...!!!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-3572306651487858812</id><published>2009-03-02T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:34:11.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>Lets empower ourselves!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://txtb.in/1Px"&gt;A Woman Should have&lt;/a&gt;.....enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to... something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...a youth she's content to leave behind.... a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age....one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry.. a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family... a feeling of control over her destiny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Every Woman should know -how to fall in love without losing herself.. how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship...when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY... that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..that her childhood may not have been perfect...but its over... what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it... whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally...where to go... be it to her best friend's kitchen table... or a charming inn in the woods... when her soul needs soothing... what she can and can't accomplish in a day... a month...and a year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-3572306651487858812?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/3572306651487858812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=3572306651487858812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/3572306651487858812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/3572306651487858812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-empower-ourselves.html' title='Lets empower ourselves!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-4382084379771645036</id><published>2009-03-02T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:34:19.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Reading'/><title type='text'>Green builidings as a part of green lifestyle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks to a growing awareness of the green building concept in our country. Trust me, this is such a beautiful concept. A &lt;a href="http://www.igbc.in:9080/site/igbc/index.jsp"&gt;green building&lt;/a&gt; uses less energy, water and natural resources, creates less waste and is healthier for the people living inside compared to a standard building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sticking to worldwide standards in constructing buildings, the Tata Housing Development Company Ltd., has built Bangalore’s first Green IT park, &lt;a href="http://indiapropertyexpert.com/xylem-bangalore.htm"&gt;Xylem&lt;/a&gt; near Whitefield.&lt;a href="http://www.expresscomputeronline.com/20090302/market03.shtml"&gt;Tata Housing’s Xylem&lt;/a&gt;, an environment friendly green IT park and the only LEED Gold certified building in Bengaluru, is an engineering marvel, which not only saves energy and cooling costs but also gives more lung space and natural light for employees working there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Xylem was selected for "&lt;a href="http://www.equitybulls.com/admin/news2006/news_det.asp?id=46249"&gt;Project of the year- Bengaluru&lt;/a&gt;" award by Accommodation Times, India's oldest knowledge-based periodical on real estate. Xylem, the first of its kind green building in Bengaluru received the trade honor close on the heels of becoming the only building in the city to receive the LEED Gold certification. The award was conferred to Tata Housing at a gala event at the Nehru Centre Auditorium in Mumbai on February 24, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Green buildings are popping up and for good reason—green design elements not only help save environmental resources, they also boost the bottom line and are good for health and morale. Sophisticated buyers and companies leasing office space are willing to pay a premium for the benefits that green buildings offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This IT Park has been designed to tackle the ‘Sick building syndrome’, with its major focus on occupants’ health with an ergonomic design and architecture. The design boosts employee productivity as well as helps reduce the operational cost of the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Solar panels cover the 35% of the terrace floor space, which acts as a standby power for the common passage areas providing 23kW of power translating to 27,530 KwHr of annual power leading to a saving of Rs 150,463 per annum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Xylem uses rainwater harvesting and 100% of the wastewater is recycled for landscaping use. Sensory taps are installed at all basins and toilets that further reduce the water consumption.Overall, the building is designed to be approximately 19% more efficient in operational cost as compared to a conventional building. Other benefits include savings of 26.6% on air-conditioning power &amp;amp; cooling costs, 34.1% saving on water supply and 1.6% on common area power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, what you say for the concept of green builidings - YES or NO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-4382084379771645036?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/4382084379771645036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=4382084379771645036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4382084379771645036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4382084379771645036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2009/03/green-builidings-as-part-of-green.html' title='Green builidings as a part of green lifestyle!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-7043236296581027911</id><published>2009-01-28T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:34:36.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>Be truthful but also tactful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/SYAcpok3l5I/AAAAAAAABJY/pO4SOVol1jc/s1600-h/be-truthful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296264663379974034" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/SYAcpok3l5I/AAAAAAAABJY/pO4SOVol1jc/s400/be-truthful.jpg" style="display: block; height: 286px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They say, "being not able to tell a lie is a weakness". However, being truthful does not necessarily mean be an asshole. You should learn to be honest, but tactful like Lord Krishna. There is a lot of difference between "being truthful" and "being genuinely truthful" ! If we just stick on to the rule "being truthful" then we become rigid and suffer like Lord Rama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As &lt;a href="http://jackieharvey.wordpress.com/2007/09/21/being-truthful/"&gt;Jackie Harvey &lt;/a&gt;says: "Never be too honest about yourself. Some things are for you and only you to know. Last thing you should want is for people to be tripping over all your what should have been skeletons in the closet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Further, he says: "One phrase that comes to mind immediately is “the truth shall set you free.” Does it really. As children we are taught not to lie. Some parents allow little white lies. Some don’t because they believe that it’s still lying no matter what. The thing about little white lies is that they come in handy. For instance, when a friend has a new outfit and you are thinking that it’s the most horrendous thing you’ve ever seen, but would you tell her that. No, probably not. Here’s where a little white lie would come in handy. Assuming she asks you what you think of the outfit, you would reply, “Susan, that’s a great shirt and you look amazing in it.” She’s happy and so are you. Me, I don’t like doing that. I’m brutally honest. I do in fact sort of lie. I usually answer with a “if you like, then I like it.” STOP right there. Most people know that when I say that, it means I don’t like it but if you do, then that’s all that matters. So, did I lie or did I just tell the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Being honest does not mean telling someone whose laugh gets on your nerves to shut up and never be happy. Some things people cannot change and should not have too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can’t stand it when people say what they think you want to hear. If the world suddenly came down to a this or that and the choices were being honest all the time or lying, I would hope people would always be honest. I just think that this world seems to be raising wimps. Sure, we all get are feelings hurt every once in a while but at least you know where you would stand with people. People don’t want to hurt others. Ever. I’m not saying we should go around putting others down but when someone asks for your opinion, give it to them. If you come off too mean by what you said, you can always apologize. People should learn to forgive. We shouldn’t be afraid to speak our minds and feel as though everything we say or do will be judged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess in the end it’s up to you to decide whether you want to be safe and tell white lies or have my kind of truth which is usually harder to have to listen to. My truth is the one that people know they can trust, it’s one they can respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you live a lie and avoid telling others and yourself the truth then, how can you expect anything or anyone around you to be real?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-7043236296581027911?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/7043236296581027911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=7043236296581027911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/7043236296581027911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/7043236296581027911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2009/01/truth-shall-set-you-free.html' title='Be truthful but also tactful...'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/SYAcpok3l5I/AAAAAAAABJY/pO4SOVol1jc/s72-c/be-truthful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-6226382635249543122</id><published>2009-01-28T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:34:44.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>Fight against crime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was so painful seeing in news channels regarding this horrific attack in Mangalore on young women on Republic Day! Pub revelers at “Amnesia” were beaten up by the activists of a self appointed, moral watchdog – The Ram Sena. The trauma suffered by the young women is inexcusable...The State should do the right thing...more over I wish women are empowered soon...such that even if someone tries to molest them...they give back properly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The sick part is that molesting women is not seen as crime by many men in India and 99% of molestation cases in India go unreported!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Crime against women is not something new in our country. I was shocked knowing that in every 32 second one woman is raped, in every 25 second one woman is killed (including female foeticide) and in every 18 second one woman is molested in India!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Instead of waiting for the Government to take action, if women themselves get empowered to fight against this crime, that's much better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-6226382635249543122?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/6226382635249543122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=6226382635249543122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6226382635249543122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6226382635249543122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-empower-ourselves-to-fight-against.html' title='Fight against crime!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-8327804560489457227</id><published>2009-01-21T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:35:00.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail to Achilles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Achilles”, a character I love the most! I always dreamt that my “dream boy” would have those qualities I love in Achilles! He possessed strength, great personal power, and fierce pride, loyalty, courage, bravery, military skills and honor. Yet his conduct was also shaped by anger and stubbornness. The tension between Achilles' larger-than-life virtues and his all-too-human weaknesses plays a role in the mood of heroic tragedy found in the Iliad. Achilles is of mortal-immortal heritage. Although he is often referred to as "son of Peleus" (a mortal), his mother, the sea nymph Thetis, had dipped him as a child in the River Styx causing him to be immortal everywhere except the heel by which she held him. Achilles seeks the wise counsel of the gods and entreats his mother to use her diplomatic skills to gain favor with the other gods. He attempts this when he tells Thetis, "Go to Olympus, plead with Zeus/ if you ever warmed his heart with a word or any action" (I, 468-69).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iws.ccccd.edu/andrade/andrade/Sampleessay.html"&gt;Achilles&lt;/a&gt; is a famous warrior, feared by many, who the Achaians depend on to win the war. Even his enemy, Agamemnon, recognizes Achilles' strength when he declares, "That man is worth an entire army,/ the fighter Zeus holds dear with all his heart --" (IX, 141-42).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even though overweening pride is a tragic flaw in Achilles, a quality that softens his strong character is loyalty to a friend. Achilles' agony over the death of his warrior-companion, Patroclus, is no less strong as he risks his life and reenters the war in order to avenge his friend's death. He tells his mother,Thetis, "I've lost the will to live,/ to take my stand in the world of men -- unless,/ before all else, Hector's battered down by my spear" (XVIII, 105-07).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.mythencyclopedia.com/A-Am/Achilles.html"&gt;The Divine Comedy&lt;/a&gt;, a long poem by the Italian writer Dante Alighieri in the early 1300s, Achilles is shown living in the Second Circle of Hell, a place reserved for those who died because of love. Dante wrote that Achilles "fought with love at the last"—a reference to the legend that Hector’s brother Paris lured Achilles to his death by making him think that he would be meeting a woman he loved. Achilles died in the Trojan War, shot through the vulnerable spot in his heel by Hector's brother Paris, who had started the war by kidnapping Helen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hail to Achilles!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-8327804560489457227?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/8327804560489457227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=8327804560489457227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/8327804560489457227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/8327804560489457227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2009/01/achilles.html' title='Hail to Achilles!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-4491033574568119646</id><published>2009-01-13T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:35:08.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>First impressions matter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today, while browsing health related news, I came across an interesting &lt;a href="http://www.medindia.net/news/Can-Trust-be-Restored-If-Broken-Early-in-Relationship-46195-1.htm"&gt;study&lt;/a&gt;, which has revealed that if the trust is broken in the beginning of a relationship, it is more difficult to overcome than a betrayal that occurs after ties are established. First impressions matter when you want to build a lasting trust. If you get off on the wrong foot, the relationship may never be completely right again. It is easier to rebuild trust after a breach if you already have a strong relationship!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-4491033574568119646?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/4491033574568119646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=4491033574568119646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4491033574568119646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4491033574568119646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-impressions-matter.html' title='First impressions matter...'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-6988614446982134788</id><published>2009-01-02T00:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:35:18.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>A light within ur heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love makes u realize the light of peace and compassion that dwells throughout the universe... and within your own heart. Once u realize it, life becomes so very beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-6988614446982134788?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/6988614446982134788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=6988614446982134788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6988614446982134788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6988614446982134788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2009/01/light-within-ur-heart.html' title='A light within ur heart...'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-6079526834565945231</id><published>2008-12-23T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:36:01.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Pratz &amp; poem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My frnd, Pratz dedicated this poem for me: Felt nice after a long time...someone  made me feel so special, loved and needed ;) Love ya prathi...u made my day sweetie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was void and alone…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Looking for someone to belong….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some one who is special and out of this world…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Creating magic and shining like a pearl…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I searched everywhere, in the woods and in sand…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But you were there very close to my hand….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You seemed like an angel, like a dream come true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was delighted that you embraced me thru…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You are mesmerizing like early droplets of the rain…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I promise to stand by you through the joy and the pain….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wanna thank you but words are hard to find…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just understand that you are on my mind…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now it’s a feeling, which I felt never before…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-6079526834565945231?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/6079526834565945231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=6079526834565945231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6079526834565945231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6079526834565945231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/12/pratz-poem.html' title='Pratz &amp; poem!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-2953008666961794659</id><published>2008-12-19T02:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:36:13.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>My own...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes it's the people that you least expect that end up being your biggest supporters in tough times. I have encountered such situations several times. It is strange but helps me to know who are "my lovedones", whom I can call my "own" people, who are always there to support me, even before I ask them ! Life is a blessing with such people. Isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/SUuUc475fTI/AAAAAAAAAyc/t1GTO_Iizi4/s1600-h/82172811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281478212062903602" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/SUuUc475fTI/AAAAAAAAAyc/t1GTO_Iizi4/s400/82172811.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 311px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-2953008666961794659?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/2953008666961794659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=2953008666961794659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/2953008666961794659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/2953008666961794659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-own.html' title='My own...'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/SUuUc475fTI/AAAAAAAAAyc/t1GTO_Iizi4/s72-c/82172811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-461944114705979350</id><published>2008-12-10T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:37:38.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyon judaa hogaye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I heard a song in “Aakaashvaani” last night. This song was heart touching. I tried to download this song but failed :( I really loved the lyrics of this song…but I don’t know it is from which movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an excerpt of the lyrics of this song, as far as I remember :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Wafa jinse ki bewafa hogaye&lt;br /&gt;Wo vaade mohabbat ke kya hogaye&lt;br /&gt;Jo kehte the hum toh hai zamaane mein sabse usko pyaare&lt;br /&gt;Wo hi aaj humse judaa hogaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo vaade mohabbat ke kya hogaye&lt;br /&gt;Kyon judaa hogaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo itna bataade kabhi paas aake&lt;br /&gt;Mila hain unhe kya, hume yu mitaake&lt;br /&gt;Katha kya kiya maine ki wo kafa hogaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo jinke liye hum fanaah hogaye&lt;br /&gt;Wo hi humse judaa hogaye…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone can give me a link to download this song, please do provide!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-461944114705979350?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/461944114705979350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=461944114705979350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/461944114705979350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/461944114705979350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/12/kyon-judaa-hogaye.html' title='Kyon judaa hogaye'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-6105565402848945659</id><published>2008-12-05T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:37:51.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>Criticism &amp; me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel lucky that I have been criticized enough that it taught me a lot about myself and about people. I chose to accept the criticism and change, so it helped me to be a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some of these criticisms I took to heart and made a constructive effort to change my ways. That's because my inner "SELF" told me that it was true. And, I do not care for some of these criticisms because my inner "SELF" told me that it is wrong. We can't just believe every bad thing anyone says to us. If you are true to yourself, that's enough. Isn't it? You must be wise enough to differentiate between criticism that is true and pseudo-criticism just meant to hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-6105565402848945659?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/6105565402848945659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=6105565402848945659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6105565402848945659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6105565402848945659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/12/criticism-me.html' title='Criticism &amp; me!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-7566424062177485156</id><published>2008-12-02T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:39:04.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dostana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last weekend I watched Dostana movie with one of the best among my best friends :) The story line was horrible but the fun it had was awesome! After really a longtime, I and my friend laughed like crazy watching this movie. It was like an extended version of gay thing in Kal Ho Na Ho…and also a latest episode of Film fair during which Shahrukh &amp;amp; Saif acted like gays! lol (I still can’t forget how funny was Shahrukh &amp;amp; Saif’s dance for piya piya song from Har dil jo pyaar karega – during recent film fare episode)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Abhishek’s story of Venice (a created lovestory) with John, Kabhi Kushi Kabhi Gam song while Abhishek’s mom accepts John to be her son’s life partner, John n Abhi’s acting while pretending to be gay couple in front of an officer who comes to check if they are a gay couple or not…and their dance for beedi jalile song…lot more…everything was a total pack of fun…Watch it...its hilarious!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;John says emotionally: ‘Whatever the critics may have had to say in the past, the fact is that I have faith in my audience. That’s because they understand what I stand for; I am someone who does fun films. Some of them may be experimental, different, but my aim is to always entertain them’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The music by Vishal- Shekhar is just amazing…my favorites are Maa da laadla, Desi girl and Jaane kyon. The gayness in the movie is a little overpowering.... but it even makes the grim moments quite funny..To conclude, it is definitely not a “must watch” kinda movie....but a superb time-pass... especially if you watch this movie with your friends…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sowji, finally u came out after almost 10 years, to watch a movie! May be that's why, it was raining almost entire day ;) We had lunch together at American Corner, one of my most favourite on Brigade Road, especially when I am with friends...then lot of shopping...Can't forget that panipuri we had when it was drizzling...mmm.. my mouth is watering ;) It was all together fun and a memorable day for both of us :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-7566424062177485156?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/7566424062177485156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=7566424062177485156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/7566424062177485156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/7566424062177485156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/12/dostana.html' title='Dostana'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-2754667619814395371</id><published>2008-11-20T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:40:32.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A right amount of change</title><content type='html'>Some people achieve a certain sense of serenity even in the midst of turmoil. Their patience amazes me! They are not immune to the disturbing emotion but they find their own ways to get just the right amount of change…I guess that is what needed for peace in life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-2754667619814395371?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/2754667619814395371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=2754667619814395371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/2754667619814395371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/2754667619814395371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/right-amount-of-change.html' title='A right amount of change'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-8502059030460781157</id><published>2008-11-20T23:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:27:20.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give a chance for your wounds to heal !</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it so happens that we confuse dreams with reality and at such stage we fail to see the truth. However, an awful and most painful defeat of life comes when you surrender your dreams to reality. This may stop you from dreaming. You may feel like a bird with its wings being wounded making it unable to fly! Just imagine, how terrible it is if the person whom you love the most cuts your wings…totally disastrous, isn't it? I have no words to explain such pain but I have seen the pain of such people. Now, they are happy, and guess why? That’s because they understood that they are the ones who should take care of themselves and they are the ones who should see to that they give a chance for their wounds to heal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, if you are the one who never wants your wounds to heal, then nothing or no one can help you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We face a lot of conceivable troubles while struggling to get the real happiness we need in our lives. I have seen one thing that life is a hell both for an idealistic person and a practical person. A blend of idealistic &amp;amp; practical view is what needed to live a happy life. In my battle to achieve this blend, I have now become realistic! I feel that’s much better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-8502059030460781157?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/8502059030460781157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=8502059030460781157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/8502059030460781157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/8502059030460781157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/give-chance-for-your-wounds-to-heal.html' title='Give a chance for your wounds to heal !'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-6997828862128963520</id><published>2008-11-12T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:59:48.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><title type='text'>If pill has got brains!</title><content type='html'>You might have heard a lot about iPod, iRobots but have u ever heard about an iPill? Wondering what it is? Definitely not Cipla’s emergency contraceptive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philips has developed an "intelligent pill" (iPill), which contains a microprocessor, battery, wireless radio, pump and a drug reservoir. The uniqueness of this iPill is that it can release medication in a specific area in the body. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/SRrI59nkzgI/AAAAAAAAAi4/eegm9E948Jk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This iPill capsule can measure acidity with a sensor to determine its location in the gut, and can then release drugs where they are needed. This iPill is especially useful for those who are suffering from digestive tract disorders. Delivering drugs to treat digestive tract disorders such as Crohn's disease directly to the location of the disease means doses can be lower, reducing side effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, capsules containing miniature cameras are already used as diagnostic tools but one disadvantage with these capsules is lack of the ability to deliver drugs. Also, these iPills can measure the local temperature and report it wirelessly to an external receiver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t understand why everything must start with “i” ??? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-6997828862128963520?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/6997828862128963520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=6997828862128963520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6997828862128963520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6997828862128963520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/intelligent-pill.html' title='If pill has got brains!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-4714119958919014477</id><published>2008-11-11T02:11:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>Suffering is stronger than any other teaching</title><content type='html'>We have to live each day as if it were our last. The past is over &amp;amp; gone, let’s not live in it. If you are lost in the past, you can’t see the sunshine of your future.  However, the future is not guaranteed, so we should give the best we can today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have felt &amp;amp; realized one thing that blessings alone do not open our eyes. Most of the times, we come closer to the God within us in the “breaking” &amp;amp; not in the “blessing”.  If we look at the positive aspects in every incidence of our life, that’s probably one of the best ways to enjoy LIFE as a blessing and make it worth living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering is stronger than any other teaching, because it teaches us how we should be…we might be bent &amp;amp; broken, but that’s what gets us into a better shape and helps us fine tune our life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-4714119958919014477?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/4714119958919014477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=4714119958919014477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4714119958919014477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4714119958919014477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/suffering-is-stronger-than-any-other.html' title='Suffering is stronger than any other teaching'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-758182512907517389</id><published>2008-11-11T02:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>When you are giving something, you are not at loss...</title><content type='html'>Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back for sure. Do not expect love in return, just wait for it to grow in their heart, but if it doesn’t, be content that it grew in yours! Remember that when you are giving something, you are not at loss...that person is at loss, who will go away from you! Isn’t it? Let’s think positive ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-758182512907517389?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/758182512907517389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=758182512907517389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/758182512907517389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/758182512907517389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-you-are-giving-something-you-are.html' title='When you are giving something, you are not at loss...'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-4596043193431394527</id><published>2008-11-11T02:10:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>Commitment, something rare in most of the relations!</title><content type='html'>Commitment does not mean sticking to a person when you do not have any option or problem. According to me, commitment means keeping a relation with someone you love even though you have lots of better options and hell lot of problems! Such commitment I have seen till now only in parents with their siblings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-4596043193431394527?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/4596043193431394527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=4596043193431394527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4596043193431394527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4596043193431394527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/commitment-something-rare-in-most-of.html' title='Commitment, something rare in most of the relations!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-8846905071540376338</id><published>2008-11-11T02:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>“Blessings” vs. “Breakings”</title><content type='html'>Blessings alone do not open our eyes. We come closer to the God within us in the breaking and not in the blessing. Alas, how lucky are those broken hearts closer to the God within themselves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-8846905071540376338?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/8846905071540376338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=8846905071540376338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/8846905071540376338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/8846905071540376338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/blessings-vs-breakings.html' title='“Blessings” vs. “Breakings”'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-6416012592993384647</id><published>2008-11-11T02:09:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>Let’s stop acting as if life is a rehearsal…</title><content type='html'>Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is over &amp;amp; gone, don’t live in it. Stop dancing with the ghosts of the past, it is gone, so be done with it. Don’t dig your past when all it can give is only pain &amp;amp; emotional turmoil! The future is not guaranteed, so give the best you can today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-6416012592993384647?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/6416012592993384647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=6416012592993384647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6416012592993384647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6416012592993384647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-stop-acting-as-if-life-is.html' title='Let’s stop acting as if life is a rehearsal…'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-8257055532849016097</id><published>2008-11-11T02:09:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>Problems help...</title><content type='html'>Problems help us to know someone we love better. Guess why? That’s because problems reveal the inner you, how you react under pressure. When there is a problem, you can know how the real “you” reacts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-8257055532849016097?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/8257055532849016097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=8257055532849016097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/8257055532849016097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/8257055532849016097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/problems-help.html' title='Problems help...'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-368890478496135742</id><published>2008-11-11T02:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>People often change…</title><content type='html'>I think people often change for two reasons; it can be either that they have learned enough that they want to change or they have been hurt enough that they need to change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, most people are far more prone to let the bad experiences shape their views than the good experiences!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-368890478496135742?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/368890478496135742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=368890478496135742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/368890478496135742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/368890478496135742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-often-change.html' title='People often change…'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-3332728558423672088</id><published>2008-11-11T02:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>Don’t wait for happiness…start walking towards it!</title><content type='html'>For most of the people, the vindication of the loved object is the “best balm” affection can find for its wounds.  It hurts to see the pain of such people. .especially if they are our loved ones then it hurts a lot to see them tormenting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it so happens that you may need to live vacant moments, by living inwardly, again &amp;amp; again, through all your remembered experiences and haunting memories, but trust me, it’s you only you, who should get out of it, nobody cares, nor bothers what are you up to! It’s only you, who should take care of your life! Don’t wait for happiness…start walking towards it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-3332728558423672088?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/3332728558423672088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=3332728558423672088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/3332728558423672088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/3332728558423672088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-wait-for-happinessstart-walking.html' title='Don’t wait for happiness…start walking towards it!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-5060794220514090170</id><published>2008-11-11T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>I love orchids</title><content type='html'>If you can grow houseplants, you can grow orchids. I love orchids a lot. Like any other plant, orchids must have the growing conditions they need to survive…but they are amazingly sturdy and resilient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orchids always make me so happy….they are so exquisite! Sadly, many stunning species have gone extinct :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several medicinal orchids are being exploited in the wilds.  Collectors, nurserymen and other hobbyists should keep in mind that they should exercise sustainable methods while collecting orchids from the wild. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerala is a sensible state regarding the value of these flowers and the state is also called as the paradise of orchids. Kerala is using some of these flowers in its local health traditions (Cymbidium aloefolium, Eulophia cullenii etc).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-5060794220514090170?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/5060794220514090170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=5060794220514090170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/5060794220514090170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/5060794220514090170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-orchids.html' title='I love orchids'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-5820716158168791746</id><published>2008-11-11T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>What if circumstances does not favor?</title><content type='html'>I never believe someone who can take proper action only if circumstances favor. Always believe someone, who can struggle to take proper action &amp;amp; be there for you even if circumstances does not favor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-5820716158168791746?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/5820716158168791746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=5820716158168791746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/5820716158168791746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/5820716158168791746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-if-circumstances-does-not-favor.html' title='What if circumstances does not favor?'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-8761739063412578323</id><published>2008-11-11T01:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:00:09.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech World'/><title type='text'>Wanna stop a ringing alarm clock? Just throw it !!!</title><content type='html'>Early in the morning, reaching out to stop an alarm clock from ringing, I usually drop off the clock. I really don’t know how many alarm clocks I have broken like this! ;-) Thank God, I do not have the habit of setting alarm in my mobile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how it will be if u should just throw an alarm clock for it to stop ringing?! Amazing, isn't it??? Here is one such alarm clock, which is in the shape of a football, and it has to be thrown away for its alarm buzz to stop ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this alarm clock is a perfect piece for a lazy gal like me as this will stop me from crashing the precious alarm clocks. This football shaped alarm clock with soft cushions on its side pleased me so much. I am not sure if it is available in Bangalore, but if anyone know about its availability here in our city then please do let me know, it's my request! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Website for Tech Gadgets, the watch in this football clock has a LCD display and it has all the default features available in a watch like time, date, as well as an hourly chime and the loud alarm. To add in more spice to the gadget, the clock shows off in various colors and in shapes of several sport ball types as Cricket, Golf, and Football. To stop the ball from rolling away, it comes with a circular mounting stand that keeps it stationary in one place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-8761739063412578323?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/8761739063412578323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=8761739063412578323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/8761739063412578323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/8761739063412578323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/wanna-stop-ringing-alarm-clock-just.html' title='Wanna stop a ringing alarm clock? Just throw it !!!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-4267038607615625866</id><published>2008-11-11T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:00:37.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social awareness'/><title type='text'>Can we achieve a complete secular harmony in our country?</title><content type='html'>“Leave us alone, the problem is in our area, we can handle it, do not interfere” - This was the message conveyed to the neighborhood residents by some of the Muslim community residents of JC Nagar on Friday’s (July 11, 2008) incident at a masjid in JC Nagar and Hebbal. Local politicians doubt political ambitions behind this. However, the best part was finally Hindus and Muslims displayed unity to settle this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months back, two Kashmiri Muslim teens were arrested in North Karnataka while doing ‘namaz’ in a Hindu `Temple’. I have no idea about their intentions. Probably people and police thought they were desecrating the Hindu temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice it will be if there is unity between Hindus and Muslims in our country. However, as Gandhiji has said, the cement binding the two is yet loose and wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my father about this, and my father told me about a news clipping, which he read in a English weekly, a year back. Though it was a small incidence, I felt happy that I came to know about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reporter had gone to Kashmir and while he was returning to Srinagar, the driver (a Muslim), asked the reporter whether he wished to visit the ‘Sun Temple’ at Konark. It was evening and the reporter told the taxi driver to take him to the beautiful Sun Temple The reporter was going around the temple, and that time, he saw two Muslims doing ‘namaz’ in the precincts of the temple. The reporter was surprised to see that and out of curiosity he asked them being Muslims were they not offended to pray in a Hindu temple? They questioned him back with a smile, `Why, don’t you know, that the God is one irrespective of religion?’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-4267038607615625866?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/4267038607615625866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=4267038607615625866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4267038607615625866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4267038607615625866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-we-achieve-complete-secular-harmony.html' title='Can we achieve a complete secular harmony in our country?'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-4559049103089156973</id><published>2008-11-11T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:00:37.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social awareness'/><title type='text'>Are We Responsible Enough To Preserve Indian Languages?</title><content type='html'>I recently read journalist-writer Mark Tully’s views with regard to Indian languages being swamped by English. It was worth reading or else I would have missed an opportunity to know such an astounding person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Mark Tully’s love for Indian languages stretches back to his childhood, but he hasn’t really had much luck learning them. Growing up in Kolkata, he was under strict instructions not to speak any desi languages. He was hit on the head by his British nanny for communicating in Hindi with his driver. And later, during his 22-year stint as BBC’s Chief of bureau in New Delhi, he found that most people in that cosmopolitan city were more intent on speaking English rather than Hindi or Punjabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his 22-year tenure as the BBC's India Correspondent, Mark Tully became familiar to viewers and listeners throughout the world for his incisive and thought-provoking reports.Whether dodging the bullets during the skirmishes which bubbled up, from time to time, on the India-Pakistan border, describing the effect of absolute poverty on Calcutta's street beggars or detailing the horrific aftermath of the Bhopal chemical disaster, he gave a unique insight into the life of the subcontinent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"England struck me as a very miserable place", he later recalled, "dark and drab, without the bright skies of India."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my Post graduation days, I started to read a few master pieces in Kannada literature, and the first one I read was Kuvempu’s ‘Sri Ramyana Darshanam’ and then “Malegalalli Madumagalu”. In spite of being a Kannadiga, I never knew meaning of so many words in Kannada. Thanks to my father, he helped me a lot in improving my vocabulary in Kannada. I made it sure that I underline the words, which I do not understand, and later check the meaning in the dictionary. I felt so shameful initially that I used to underline more than 10 words per page! However, I never gave up; I continued reading “Sri Ramyana Darshanam” even though initially I felt it very difficult. After, I read it, trust me I was speechless, I gave second reading, and then I was so much moved by Ramayana molded by Kuvempu. Manthare’s character explained by Kuvempu left me in tears. And, I learnt so many things from each character. Using Rama’s character, Kuvempu gives all of us a message that we should have love towards our mother nature. During his Vanavasa, Rama’s love towards our mother nature is so well portrayed by Kuvempu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was reading this book, there were so many of my friends, who made fun of me, as I was reading a book in Kannada. I never bothered about such worthless sick comments or fun. Friends, I just ask you all one question, when you don’t know about a person or some book completely, then who gives you right to criticize and make fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Tully says: “I believe that language is the preserver of culture and that one’s mother tongue is precious. If you are educated entirely in an English medium school, the chances are you will never learn your mother tongue properly. It is not at all to say that I am ‘Anti-English’ as few people brand me. That’s rubbish. All I say is that there should be a balance – you can’t tell me that having a primary school education in your mother tongue means you can’t become very fluent in English later. Indians are very good at languages due to their linguistic diversity, unlike us poor British Islanders who are hardly ever exposed to more than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English has become an Indian language and that’s very valuable, but it’s equally important that all Indian languages are cherished. I’m writing a book on how India has changed since economic liberalization and one of the aspects I’m looking at is linguistic. Obviously, the demand for English is going up, and I’m trying to find people who are working on enabling Indian languages to grow and modernize. Preserving Indian languages is a cause that has become close to my heart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/SKEaz-rrEGI/AAAAAAAAAWI/gVLWJ42yU6I/s1600-h/_41470728_tully203.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course taking this stance is not going to make him very popular among some people in both India and UK. Mark Tully says: “If you try and take the middle road, you will tend to get hit from both the left and right, but that’s okay – I’m used to getting hit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Tully’s book will also tackle issues such as consumerism, television and business culture, and has a tentative deadline of 2010. Mark Tully says: “I don’t like to write in a hurry. And I am still doing programmes for the BBC.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s okay, Sir Mark. We don’t mind the wait. We are sure it will be worth waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reference:Divya Kumar’s article titled : “Mark his word” published in The Hindu Metroplus on August 7, 2008 and BBC.co.uk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-4559049103089156973?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/4559049103089156973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=4559049103089156973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4559049103089156973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4559049103089156973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-we-responsible-enough-to-preserve.html' title='Are We Responsible Enough To Preserve Indian Languages?'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-1449778982573383341</id><published>2008-11-11T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:00:37.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social awareness'/><title type='text'>Fight against AIDS but not against people with it!</title><content type='html'>HIV is a debilitating and deadly disease of the human immune system, and is one of the world's most serious health problems. The World Health Organization estimates that about 20 million people have died from AIDS since the infection was first described in 1981. Our India is one of the largest and most populated countries in the world, with more than one billion inhabitants. Of this number, it's estimated that around 2.5 million Indians are currently living with HIV, and this is all due to lack of awareness and poor counseling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prevalence of HIV/AIDS is "high" in Maharashtra, of which Mumbai is capital, according to the country's National Aids Control Organization. In some researches it has been found that that the risk of committing suicide is higher in people who have HIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bizarre incident, a couple infected with deadly HIVDefine virus killed their three children and then committed suicide. The Bombay, India-based couple took this extreme step after discovering that their six-year-old daughter had contracted the virus that causes AIDS. The bodies of Babu Ishwar Thevar, 39, his wife, Amothi, 33, two sons Venkatesh, 10, and Mani, 8, and daughter, Mahalaxmi, 6, were found in their home on August 5, 2008. The couple was living with the human immunodeficiency virus (HIVdefine) for two years and had been depressed by news that their daughter also had the HIV virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police think that the parents allegedly fed sweets laced with poison to their two boys, and as the daughter survived eating the poisoned sweets, the parents then smothered her with a pillow before committing suicide. The couple had hanged themselves from the ceiling by a nylon rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social stigma and discrimination against HIV-positive people are widespread in our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People living with HIV fear to loose their status in the society, hence keep their disease a secret. In India, the HIV-infected people have faced violent attacks; been rejected by families as well as by spouses and communities. They also have been refused medical treatment, and even, in some reported cases, denied the last rites after they die. Such harsh reactions to HIV and AIDS make it difficult to educate people about how they can avoid infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really foolish that even most of the educated people decline to shake hand with HIV infected persons. People do not have proper knowledge about the modes of transmission of HIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revathi, South Indian actress and film director, struggled a lot to convince so called super-hit hero’s in the Bollywood to play the character of a person with AIDS in her movie “Phir Milenge”. Salman Khan was the only one to accept the role when Revathi first came up with the idea. She herself admits it was difficult to find an actor for Salman's role, with several turning it down, mostly because of the social stigma attached to the disease. The movie educates without being preachy, something it may have been in the danger of. It tends to drag in the first half but touches your heartstrings later. However, such movies are rarely received by people. All they want - item numbers, romance, comedy, fights, thrills bla bla bla…!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge about the illness is often confused — even among India’s professional medical community — but it is widely connected with sexual activity, which is a taboo topic in what remains a deeply conservative country. Past series of shocking “skull and crossbones” government adverts served to nurture fear without educating the public — particularly in rural areas where literacy levels are still low. Children’s organizations are known to have refused to take in orphans whose parents died of AIDS. Even in cities, counselling services are rare, leaving those who suffer from guilt and depression chronically undersupported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anasuya, a widow in her twenties, told a research team from the charity: “In villages people do not distinguish between HIV and AIDS, the last stage. They treat us as worse than Untouchables.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meghna Girish, the co-ordinator of a program for people living with HIV/AIDS in India run by the charity ActionAid, said: “Even after an AIDS patient’s death, people are often scared to touch the body, making last rites a problem.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one incident in June two doctors were suspended from a hospital in the northern city of Meerut after a man claimed that he was forced to perform the delivery of his son when medical staff refused to touch his wife upon learning that she was HIV-positive. The man alleged that he had carried out the procedure himself — even cutting and tying the umbilical cord — as doctors issued instructions from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the relatively rich suffer the effects of medical ignorance, according to a recent study conducted by the World Health Organization (WHO). It said that nearly 10,000 of the estimated 40,000 HIV-infected people being treated by private doctors in India were prescribed “irrational drug combinations”. Faulty regimens were making patients resistant to first-line antiretroviral drugs faster than usual, the study said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The WHO also found that Indian drug companies are delivering powerful drugs directly to the homes of HIV patients — cutting out medical professionals — to overcome patients’ fears of discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Government this week made a gesture towards integrating HIV/Aids sufferers by promising to issue them with cards that make bearers eligible for a national scheme designed to provide a minimum amount of employment to India’s poorest people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, about 100,000 people with HIV who are receiving antiretroviral therapy at 174 government centers across the country were promised to be treated as living below the poverty line, a status that qualifies them for food handouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this stigma attached with AIDS, is it not possible to root out this stigma from our country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References:TimesOnline.co.uk, BBC News, Avert.org &amp;amp; The MedGuru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-1449778982573383341?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/1449778982573383341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=1449778982573383341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/1449778982573383341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/1449778982573383341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/fight-against-aids-but-not-against.html' title='Fight against AIDS but not against people with it!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-3895359710472582054</id><published>2008-11-11T01:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:02:25.299-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media'/><title type='text'>My opinion about "Khwabon ke rishte" song</title><content type='html'>Najam Sheraz’s Khwabon Ke Rishtey, a new music video which is shot in India.. Great lyrics! Actually this is a copy of Ludacris-"Runaway Love". This video is a message to all the gals out there to be careful as this is really happening around. I just have no words for this song I listened like a week ago but the video of the song bring tears in my eyes....this song is full of broken emotions… but the message at the end just brings a hope and smile on the face, which says: "There is light at the end of every tunnel." So people shouldn't loose their hopes, and think about their bright future. This song has a conceptual video and is all about love, trust and hope that is broken when we are controlled by our emotions instead of vice versa! I feel this video is about women mentality and their status in our society. “Khwaabon ke rishtey hain...khwaabon mein yaar”….it is a very unrealistic world and girls are exploited ins everal ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls dream about living a fantasy life and they believe that whatever they see on TV and read in books is real life and so they try to follow that and this is where they end...no where!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls who are very emotional are exploited easily, so this message alerts all those girls who are living in their own dreamy idealistic world, which is so unreal. This video shows the bitter truth in lives, which one has to accept. Now a days, guys mess up a gal’s life in the name of love. There are several guys who think gals are just to be used, make false promises, and show her dreams of life long commitment, but then they just suddenly get out of her life after using her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this video alerts gals not to become a doll in her guy’s hands, and agreeing for what ever he says. Many guys get angry when gals don’t agree for sexual relationship before marriage, they think that gal is not trusting and so she is denying. Uhhhhhhhh!!! There are hell numbers of such sick people around us, we hardly realize!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason this video has showed all that..to make such gals to come out of unrealistic world out there!!! And I feel this video has shown it pretty well, it is not vulgar, but it shows a few bitter facts in lives of several gals around us. If anyone finds this video as vulgar then they should stop watching TV only, everywhere there is so much of vulgarity in media. And,if you can’t understand the intense message in it, u have no heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People simply sit &amp;amp; criticize, those who are criticizing can come up with a better idea to reach out to the mass??!!!The most beautiful relationships we dream of are only in books and not in real, and that’s true, we need to accept it and go on with life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-3895359710472582054?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/3895359710472582054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=3895359710472582054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/3895359710472582054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/3895359710472582054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-opinion-about-khwabon-ke-rishte-song.html' title='My opinion about &quot;Khwabon ke rishte&quot; song'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-3156013905853370391</id><published>2008-11-11T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:02:05.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media'/><title type='text'>A scene in Chak De which touched my heart...</title><content type='html'>SRK has just lived in his character and I was so impressed seeing him come alive on screen as a coach! Also, he looks so manly with that mustache ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one particular scene in Chak De, which really touched my heart. Especially when India scores the winning goal against Australia and all will be celebrating the joy, SRK will be sitting so calm and he leans back with tears in his eyes looking towards the sky..My God..believe me I felt like going and giving him a hug seeing him like that…I don’t think anyone else could fit into that character so well like SRK…he says not a single word but his eyes and his expression says it all…it just reminded me of a saying: God sees the truth but makes us wait sometimes….!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-3156013905853370391?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/3156013905853370391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=3156013905853370391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/3156013905853370391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/3156013905853370391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/scene-in-chak-de-which-touched-my-heart.html' title='A scene in Chak De which touched my heart...'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-4428586347736084721</id><published>2008-11-11T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:03:23.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Individuals'/><title type='text'>Sigalet, a person whom I admire a lot...</title><content type='html'>I had to give a presentation on Rebif, a drug used to treat multiple sclerosis. While preparing for my presentation, I did a lot of research on the disease and the drug industry. During this preparation, I came to know a lot about Jordan Sigalet, a professional Canadian ice hockey player. He is a goaltender with the NHL's Boston Bruins. He has multiple sclerosis, but that never stopped him from achieving his goals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is just 26 years old but his achievements are glorious. I really admire this person a lot. Soon after my birthday in the month of November 2007, I came to know that due to complications from multiple sclerosis, Sigalet collapsed at the 9:12 mark of the third period with 10:48 remaining, during a game with the Worcester Sharks. This happened on November 16, 2007 and my heart really cried for this person. Freelance videotape showed him face down on the ice. The puck was on the opposite end of the rink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he left the building, Sigalet was awake and conscious. Many were thinking that he may not be able to get back to the ice hockey team. I was praying God that he should recover soon and get back rocking as usual. And, thank God, on January 12, 2008 he returned to the ice for the first time since collapsing during a game on Nov 16th. Recently, Sigalet was presented with the Terry Flanagan Memorial Award by Terry's brothers Denis and Mark in recognition of his determination, dedication and courage in his battle with multiple sclerosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Wikipedia, in December of 2004, Sigalet spoke publicly about his condition for the first time. Many fellow hockey players were inspired by him. In addition, he became the first goalie to hold the position of team captain at Bowling Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days revealing about a condition like multiple sclerosis is rare, that too after achieving a top position in a particular field! Hats off to Sigalet! He has not only revealed it but is now an ambassador for the Multiple Sclerosis Rhode Island chapter. Sigalet is involved in a fundraiser supported by the Providence Bruins and medication Seriano called "Sigalet Saves For MS" that donates 20 dollars for every save he makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigalet says: "I treat MS like it's just another game I have to win. It's just a longer game." Whatte thought, I admire you Sigalet. Keep rocking! My wishes and prayers are always with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-4428586347736084721?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/4428586347736084721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=4428586347736084721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4428586347736084721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4428586347736084721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigalet-person-whom-i-admire-lot.html' title='Sigalet, a person whom I admire a lot...'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-4482128187490347975</id><published>2008-11-11T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:03:23.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Individuals'/><title type='text'>Have u ever seen a brave &amp; charming face of breast cancer ?!</title><content type='html'>If love is the breath of life, then knowing that your beloved is battling cancer is all consuming. There is fear mixed with hope, despair and disbelief, but Jane McGrath never seemed to show her fear in public. Her concern was always for others.My heart cried when I heard the news that Jane McGrath lost her 11- years of continuous battle with breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, Jane McGrath, the Australian cricketer Glenn McGrath’s wife, was a courageous fighter! I was impressed with her courageous fight with the disease over the past 11 years and was charmed by her smile and impressed by her passion for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all the interviews I watched and the stories I read, she was smiling and speaking about her love of life, her husband and her two young children James and Holly. She was the only little own world for these two children. This is going to be really a tough time for them, and I wholeheartedly pray God to give them all the strength that is needed to overcome this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure I would have conducted myself with the same charm and dignity she did if I was faced with such kind of battle. She was 31 years old when she was first diagnosed with breast cancer. Glenn McGrath says that Jane was not only his wife but also his best friend. He says that he is devastated by the loss of his best friend, who was 42.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2003, Jane and Glenn started the McGrath Foundation to support women with breast cancer. The McGrath Foundation has raised millions of dollars for the fight against breast cancer. In February 2006, Glenn announced he would be taking an indefinite break from cricket to take care of Jane. This was not at all fair that such a bubbly woman who had made her family and supporting others her whole world would continually face more challenges and I’m struggling to understand why God always takes away such kind hearted people, who are needed the most here on Earth! I wish each one of us help as much as we can for others, no matter whether it is small or big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn retired from cricket last year to spend more time with his family. I respect him for one thing that he never seemed to hesitate in supporting his wife. He never put his job ahead of his family. Also, it couldn’t have been so easy playing at the level he did with what must always have been in the back of his mind and carrying a pain in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A statement posted by Glenn on the McGrath Foundation website: “Jane would want those women who are battling breast cancer to stay strong. She would want them to draw strength from the fact she didn’t only ‘survive’ breast cancer for 11 years, but during that time she lived life to the fullest and found pleasure in the simple things so many people take for granted.”&lt;br /&gt;Dr Helen Zorbas, the director of the National Breast and Ovarian Cancer Centre, describes Jane as “a brave face of breast cancer." Sue Murray of the National Breast Cancer Foundation said: "The role model she has presented to women throughout her journey has been inspiring, very supportive and very encouraging for all women who go through breast cancer." Ricky Ponting, the Australian cricket team captain said: “Jane McGrath was a wonderful person who fought and maintained grace and dignity during her long-term illness."Prime Minister Kevin Rudd told parliament that Jane would remain a source of inspiration and hope to all. Steve Waugh, former Australia captain said: "Courage is often associated with feats on a sport field but the true meaning of it lies elsewhere and someone like Jane best exemplifies that." I loved what Steve said about Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They alone live who live for others, the rest are more dead than alive. I remembered this quote by Swami Vivekananda when I read her personal stories, her positive attitude towards her life and her efforts to help others. Her courage and determination humbled me and I am sure it has inspired so many people. Jane was an inspiration whose legacy will continue to benefit so many others. She has taught us not to take life for granted. Jane's funeral would take place on June 25, 2008 at a Sydney church, and I wish that her soul rests in peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to take what time I have with those I love as a blessing. And I here by convey my prayers for all those who are surviving their own personal battles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-4482128187490347975?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/4482128187490347975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=4482128187490347975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4482128187490347975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4482128187490347975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/have-u-ever-seen-brave-charming-face-of.html' title='Have u ever seen a brave &amp; charming face of breast cancer ?!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-6442787917915082635</id><published>2008-11-11T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:03:23.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Individuals'/><title type='text'>It is easy to kill individuals but not the ideas!</title><content type='html'>From past few weeks, I was reading biography of Bhagat Singh. There was one incidence in that book, which yanked my heart. More over, I was astonished knowing the quest of Bhagat Singh for knowledge!Bhagat Singh will be in prison reading Lenin’s biography. It will be time for hanging him and the jailer will come to take him. Guess what Singh said when they came? He said: “Please can you people wait for just 5 minutes, last page is remaining, I will finish reading this book!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jailer was shocked and had no words. Singh finished reading the last page of that book and stood up without any fear. His eyes were filled with a confidence that people may be killed but the ideas of revolution can never be killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On March 23, 1931, Bhagat Singh was hanged in Lahore with his fellow comrades Rajguru and Sukhdev. His supporters, who had been protesting against the hanging, immediately declared him as a shaheed or martyr.In 1928, Lala Lajpat Rai led the protest against Simon Commission in a silent non-violent march, but the police responded with violence. Lala Lajpat Rai was beaten with lathis at the chest. He later succumbed to his injuries. Bhagat Singh, who was an eyewitness to this event, vowed to take revenge. He joined with other revolutionaries, Shivaram Rajguru, Jai Gopal and Sukhdev Thapar, in a plot to kill the police chief. Jai Gopal was supposed to identify the chief and signal for Singh to shoot. However, in a case of mistaken identity, Gopal signalled Singh on the appearance of J. P. Saunders, a Deputy Superintendent of Police. Thus, Saunders, instead of Scott, was shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the face of actions by the revolutionaries, the British government enacted the Defence of India Act to give more power to the police. The purpose of the Act was to combat revolutionaries like Bhagat Singh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Act was defeated in the council by one vote. However, the Act was then passed under the ordinance that claimed that it was in the best interest of the public. In response to this act, the Hindustan Socialist Republican Association planned to explode a bomb in the assembly where the ordinance was going to be passed. It was decided that Bhagat Singh and Batukeshwar Dutt, another revolutionary, would throw the bomb in the assembly.On April 8, 1929, Singh and Dutt threw a bomb onto the corridors of the assembly and shouted "Inquilab Zindabad!" ("Long Live the Revolution!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was followed by a shower of leaflets stating that it takes a loud voice to make the deaf hear.The best thing was Singh’s wish behind the bombing was not to kill or injure anyone, but to create a fear for the British Government. This was proved true when British forensics investigators found that the bomb was not powerful enough to cause injury, and by the fact that the bomb was thrown away from people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singh and Dutt gave themselves up for arrest after the bomb. He and Dutt were sentenced to 'Transportation for Life' for the bombing on June 12, 1929.Shortly after his arrest and trial for the Assembly bombing, the British came to know of his involvement in the murder of J. P. Saunders. Bhagat Singh, Rajguru, and Sukhdev were charged with the murder. Bhagat Singh decided to use the court as a tool to publicize his cause for the independence of India. He admitted to the murder and made statements against the British rule during the trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a letter to Sukhdev, dated the 11th of April, 1929, Bhagat Singh wrote, 'I can say with all my might that I am immersed in the hopes and doubts that give life a meaning. But when the time comes, I will sacrifice everything. In the true sense this is sacrifice... you will realize this soon."The aim of life is no more to control the mind, but to develop it harmoniously; not to achieve salvation here after, but to make the best use of it here below; and not to realise truth, beauty and good only in contemplation, but also in the actual experience of daily life; social progress depends not upon the ennoblement of the few but on the enrichment of democracy; universal brotherhood can be achieved only when there is an equality of opportunity - of opportunity in the social, political and individual life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt from Singh’s writings: (this was written while Singh was awaiting his judgment, knowing that he’d be put to death):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Judgment is already too well known. Within a week it is to be pronounced. What is the consolation with the exception of the idea that I am going to sacrifice my life for a cause? A God-believing Hindu might be expecting to be reborn as a king, a Muslim or a Christian might dream of the luxuries to be enjoyed in paradise and the reward he is to get for his suffering and sacrifices. But, what am I to expect? I know the moment the rope is fitted round my neck and rafters removed from under my feet, that will be the final moment – that will be the last moment. I, or to be more precise, my soul as interpreted in the metaphysical terminology, shall all be finished there. Nothing further. A short life of struggle with no such magnificent end shall in itself be the reward, if I have the courage to take it in that light.... I know in the present circumstances my faith in God would have made my life easier, my burden lighter, and my disbelief in Him has turned all the circumstances too dry, and the situation may assume too harsh a shape. A little bit of mysticism can make it poetical. But I do not want the help of any intoxication to meet my fate. I am a realist.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is easy to kill individuals but you cannot kill the ideas. Great empires crumbled while the ideas survived. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References: Indiauncut.com, Revolutionarydemocracy.org and Wikipedia.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-6442787917915082635?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/6442787917915082635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=6442787917915082635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6442787917915082635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6442787917915082635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-is-easy-to-kill-individuals-but-not.html' title='It is easy to kill individuals but not the ideas!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-5167298510753247279</id><published>2008-11-11T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:03:56.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Reading'/><title type='text'>Decrease the usage of “printer” &amp; increase the number of “planters” !!!</title><content type='html'>It is really sad that many of our colleagues at the company are neglectful about three things mainly: saving electricity, water and paper. Decreasing paper consumption is obviously environmentally friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another obvious eco-friendly move is to reduce wasteful use of electricity. Planting flowers is another positive environmental touch, not to mention a decided improvement to the decor of most offices! Let’s decrease the usage of “printer” and try to increase the number of “planters”!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-5167298510753247279?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/5167298510753247279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=5167298510753247279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/5167298510753247279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/5167298510753247279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/decrease-usage-of-printer-increase.html' title='Decrease the usage of “printer” &amp; increase the number of “planters” !!!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-3665766320773574494</id><published>2008-11-11T01:40:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:03:56.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Reading'/><title type='text'>Paris - Going green</title><content type='html'>A couple of days back, I read a review about a new self-service "bicycle transit system" called Vélib’ in Paris. This is a public bicycle rental program in Paris, France. 10,000 bicycles were introduced to the city with 750 automated rental stations each with 15 or more bikes/spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This number has since grown to 20,000 bicycles and 1,450 stations, about 1 station every 300 m throughout the city centre, making Vélib’ the largest system of its kind in the world.Guess what? There are daily, weekly, monthly and annual passes available for residents to access these bikes which can be picked up and returned at any of the stations. Easier and simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To access the bikes, riders can select a one-day card for 1 euro, a weekly card for 5 euros or an annual card for 29 euros.Each Velib’ parking station will be equipped with muni-meters to purchase one and 7-day passes and to pay any additional charges once the bike is dropped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Velib’ meters will also provide information on other station locations.With this system, no worries of obesity or environmental pollution. By using such bicycles, you will not only be healthy, but also save our planet, Earth. After all, this magnificent earth is our only home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-3665766320773574494?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/3665766320773574494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=3665766320773574494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/3665766320773574494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/3665766320773574494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/paris-going-green.html' title='Paris - Going green'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-2368516245775441690</id><published>2008-11-11T01:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:04:20.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><title type='text'>The Seagull - The Story That Moved Me</title><content type='html'>When I read Anton Chekhov’s - The Seagull, I was very eager to enact this classic drama that deals with rejected love, broken trust, romantic triangles, restlessness, frustration, betrayal, and struggle for fame. This drama depicts the conflict between hope that keeps man going in all kinds of difficulties and the same hope that at times is futile and prevents a person from moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drama is a blend of the contrasts in life! It is this portrayal of life that I found endearing in the play and I read it several times. When I first read the book, I did not get out of my bed until I finished reading the whole play. The suicide of Kostya (Konstantin Treplyov) at the end of the play was really tragic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I learnt from Kostya’s character is that mere “ideals” are not enough it is only when our ideals have a touch of reality that we can use them to battle all challenges and survive all hardships!In the play Nina’s character angered me as she rejected Kostya, who was truly in love with her and was dedicated to her till the end! Nina chose Trigorin - a well-known writer, who loved Madame Arkadina, Kostya’s mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina married Trigorin and faced the worst days in her life as her husband abandoned her for his former love Arkadina. Kostya, in turn, never realized an unrequited love Masha had for him! Masha despite getting married to someone else, always had love and concern for Kostya, which she never disclosed to him as she was aware that Kostya loved Nina immensely! At the end of the play Nina talked to Kostya and told him that she was forced to tour with a second-rate theatre company after the death of the child she had with Trigorin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as she talked to Kostya she got a new confidence in herself. She compared herself to “The Seagull”, the bird Kostya would have killed long ago. Kostya begged Nina to stay with him but she was in such awful confusion that his request meant nothing to her, and she just slipped out quietly from his room. At the end of the play when Chekov describes how Kostya started tearing up his manuscript and shot himself, my eyes welled up with tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best written play on a touching love story and a person’s tragic quest for his love! This play is so true to life and so full of real emotions that the actor in me was fascinated by it. I got the much desired opportunity to enact this play when I was 22 years old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-2368516245775441690?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/2368516245775441690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=2368516245775441690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/2368516245775441690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/2368516245775441690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/seagull-story-that-moved-me.html' title='The Seagull - The Story That Moved Me'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-8294047095559865850</id><published>2008-11-11T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>Delving into intricacies… u like to face it or avoid it???</title><content type='html'>One of my friend said that he never likes to delve into intricacies. Well, I respect his feelings. However, I feel that if we avoid exploring &amp;amp; analyzing our difficulties, we lose a wonderful chance to grow ourselves stronger! We should not give up easily like that when a difficulty originates in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain we get in facing those difficulties &amp;amp; solving them, that pain itself makes us so stronger later to battle against several hurdles in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahlil Gibran, Author of ‘The Prophet’, says: “The souls of some people are like school blackboards on which TIME writes signs, rules and examples that are immediately erased with a wet sponge”. How meaningful is this thought! I completely agree with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things in life are unchanged with time, and that should remain that way. Take for example, love, if it’s true, then it never changes with time! We may face several intricacies when we love a person, but we should be daring enough to face them bravely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, several love stories end at the time of marriage. Many love just for the sake of prestige. They think that like a mobile or a credit card, one should have a ‘girl friend’ or ‘boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People use the term ‘passing affair’ so easily! Is this the modernity? Wearing posh dresses does not mean u are modern, I feel modernity should be in our thinking, how rational we are, that makes a difference and not posh dresses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so painful for me to say that word ‘break up’, but this term is again so commonly used by youngsters! The courage they have while proposing a girl cannot be seen when it comes to commitment or marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us might have seen such cases, where a gal or a guy will be in love from several years, but root it out from their hearts and marry someone else, losing the courage to convince their parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is awful pain and I have seen several friends of mine who are undergoing it. True love is hardly seen these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are just consumed in the fire of ‘sexual attraction’ in the name of ‘love’, which does not stay forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I request all of you that, if you are in love with a person, then reveal your feelings only if it is true and if you have got the guts to convince your parents, or else it will be painful through out your lives, some where or the other it stays in your heart, and kills you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So reveal your feelings only if it’s true and you are courageous to convince your elders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to end by quoting Kahlil Gibran’s lines about love and affection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How savage is love that plants a flower and uproots a field; that revives us for a day and stuns us for an age! How ugly is affection that lays a stone on one side of a structure and destroys a wall on the other side!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-8294047095559865850?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/8294047095559865850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=8294047095559865850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/8294047095559865850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/8294047095559865850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/delving-into-intricacies-u-like-to-face.html' title='Delving into intricacies… u like to face it or avoid it???'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-2997174426550965597</id><published>2008-11-11T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>I love to be just 'myself'</title><content type='html'>I'm passionate, extremely ambitious, determined, loyal &amp;amp; dynamic :) I love to be adaptable &amp;amp; versatile. I view my life as a continuous learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe that life is a series of experiences waiting to happen. unless we take a chance &amp;amp; chase our dreams, we will never understand or experience life as we are meant to !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can't wait, its upto us to live every moment as we want &amp;amp; to grab every chance to make life happen !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like people who are honest, loyal, humble, optimistic &amp;amp; down to earth. I hate those who will be fake with me, I just hate it. I like frankness &amp;amp; honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like those who speak out their mind without subsiding their feelings, I respect such people. I hate those wierdo's who give false promises being opportunistic &amp;amp; highly self-centered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-2997174426550965597?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/2997174426550965597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=2997174426550965597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/2997174426550965597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/2997174426550965597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-to-be-just-myself.html' title='I love to be just &apos;myself&apos;'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-5718260254600966920</id><published>2008-11-11T01:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>A change should enliven us, and if it doesn't, then get urself out of that...</title><content type='html'>Few people change our lives in such a way that we love them so much and we start seeing everything in life with their eyes…especially in love this happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we should never allow for a change that makes us lose our own identity, because a change should enliven and enrich us, it should not “overwhelm” us with sorrow &amp;amp; loss…if suppose such change happens then we need to be strong enough to get away from such suppressing change &amp;amp; manage to overcome the bad influence it can cause on our lives!!!! What say???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-5718260254600966920?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/5718260254600966920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=5718260254600966920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/5718260254600966920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/5718260254600966920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/change-should-enliven-us-and-if-it.html' title='A change should enliven us, and if it doesn&apos;t, then get urself out of that...'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-6196784214828365576</id><published>2008-11-11T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>Happiness &amp; sadness, both are momentary...</title><content type='html'>Many times few incidences in life teaches us a lot, it teaches us what any teacher in our school/college days could not make us realize….teaches us the hard &amp;amp; bitter realities. I feel that in life, happiness comes wearing a mask of sadness and sadness comes wearing a mask of happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we are happy, we should be strong enough to withstand if that happiness is stolen from us all of a sudden in spite of all our sincere and indefinite struggle to keep it with us….and if we are sad, we must be optimistic enough to wait for the coming happiness and should inculcate endurance to bear the torments! Isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should never indulge in vain hopes, if such hopes try to creep into our heart &amp;amp; mind, then we must get rid of it &amp;amp; root it out from our heart &amp;amp; mind..or else it makes our heart ache like hell…!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in a truly loving heart more than God, I feel God's presence in that kind of heart...God should be within us..in our hearts...and not some where out there in temples...if I am honest to the God within me, then God will surely be with me in every step of life, whether its a victory or loss..and guyz sometimes "loss" or "defeat" teaches us the best of lessons which "success" or "victory" can't teach!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-6196784214828365576?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/6196784214828365576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=6196784214828365576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6196784214828365576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6196784214828365576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/happiness-sadness-both-are-momentary.html' title='Happiness &amp; sadness, both are momentary...'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-4239263715729399508</id><published>2008-11-11T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:02:49.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Is there a silver lining?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/SGnGdx49rYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Wb0nfmsg_pY/s1600-h/silver-sunlit-clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I realized that love was an illusion&lt;br /&gt;My heart got wrenched and the body was trembled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold hand holding the mobile started shivering&lt;br /&gt;Awakening a pain within myself that is never easing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes of my mind dart back and forth searching for dangers&lt;br /&gt;Invoked by an over-active imagination of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart was stroked; words were caught within the throat,&lt;br /&gt;In a battle between vain hopes and false promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that the beloved never cares&lt;br /&gt;An anxiety overtakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a mourning for my own life,&lt;br /&gt;Betrayal of beloved keeps my heart wounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes pass, quietness returns,&lt;br /&gt;With peace of mind being an oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness settles upon the worn out soul,&lt;br /&gt;Until sleep once again puts me away from haunting dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope never seizes&lt;br /&gt;But is there a silver lining?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-4239263715729399508?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/4239263715729399508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=4239263715729399508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4239263715729399508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4239263715729399508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-there-silver-lining.html' title='Is there a silver lining?'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-280367361284486974</id><published>2008-11-11T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:04:38.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The sun of my life rises....</title><content type='html'>I looked up into the sky&lt;br /&gt;And felt my love as unreachable like the sky, so high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the greenery around me&lt;br /&gt;And felt the cool breeze caressing my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got drenched in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And felt that erased my hopes which were vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warm rain drops falling down on my face&lt;br /&gt;Took all my tears away to accelerate my life’s pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those warm rain drops were like thousand small kisses&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me that eliminating the gloom, the sun of my life rises&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-280367361284486974?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/280367361284486974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=280367361284486974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/280367361284486974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/280367361284486974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/sun-of-my-life-rises.html' title='The sun of my life rises....'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-7665040720508222888</id><published>2008-11-10T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>Love has no religion</title><content type='html'>Recently, my friend, Jazz, was upset as her 4 years of love life came to an end all of a sudden due to her beloved’s decision to break up the relationship as they were from different castes. When I was talking to her, she said her angel left her alone. How painful it was for her to bear it, but then why to compare such kind of guy to an angel, who just emotionally cheated her all these 4 years. I really do not understand why people stick on to this labeling of castes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say so easily that - “hey it was just a passing affair”! How easily they say that! I feel some what even to say “break up”, as that word itself is not digestible and my heart feels a kind of unexplainable pain to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional cheating is more harmful than physical cheating. Why do people deeply implant hopes in a loving heart and then all of a sudden break it for no reason! When they cannot be sure of getting married to their beloved then they should be honest enough to accept that truth and reveal it to the one they love. Isn’t it? Such brutes, such emotional cheaters try to justify their action in many ways. This is their way of telling their own conscience that what they did was correct. Though they justify in many ways, I wonder if they ever are satisfied with their own explanations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to feel that emotional cheating doesn't hurt anyone, as most of the times it is an invisible act, but don't underestimate the damage that it can have on a relationship and the way it can leave a person devastated after getting emotionally cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had been born Catholic, Presbyterian, Muslim, Jain or Hindu...what ever..the caste/religion label means absolutely nothing to me. We are known in this world by our deeds, thoughts, aspirations, actions, achievements, by the way we live, and by the way we treat our fellows...lets be aware of God within us..and make our mind worth staying for that supreme power... Almighty... lets illuminate our soul with the light of knowledge, courage and sincerity in all our efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person’s character is loathsome, what’s the use even if he belongs to an upper class? It all depends on how we grow ourselves, how we think and how we act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-7665040720508222888?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/7665040720508222888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=7665040720508222888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/7665040720508222888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/7665040720508222888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-has-no-religion.html' title='Love has no religion'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-4119449896429717840</id><published>2008-11-10T22:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>Those deadly smiles, monotonous hello's &amp; unbearable hugs...</title><content type='html'>To be frank, I never knew how it feels when you get a 'deadly smile', a 'monotonous hello' or 'unbearable hug' from someone! I came to know the real meaning of these words after stepping into professional life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning there are so many of us who share those monotonous hello's. Even if they really do not mean it wholeheartedly, there are people who give those deadly smiles, monotonous hello's &amp;amp; unbearable hugs for getting their things done or just as a part of their work schedule!!!There are girls who keep praising each other (even if they really do not mean a single word), by telling "hey u look great today"/ "u look out of the world"bla bla bla...they praise someone, so that they too in turn get praised by that person! Whatte sick thought!Sometimes friendship at office arises merely due to some selfish motive behind it or just to fulfill a few of their needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are friends, who become closer due to their necessities, but later turn out to be really intimate true friends. And there are people who become friends at office even without any self-interested need! Well, that's an exception!Hug is like giving a smile with arms, but how we give it monotonously many of the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds really strange na, but when we get such hugs it makes us feel strangest! If you're angry at a loved one, hug that person. And mean it. You may not want to hug - which is all the more reason to do so. It's hard to stay angry when someone shows they love you, and that's precisely what happens when we hug each other wholeheartedly.For me hug is like a handshake from the heart, I give it only if I mean it, or else I do not give at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen a smiling face that was not beautiful. But, I have also seen a faces, wearing smiles that were ugly, as they really never meant their smiles, and they just gave for the sake of giving! That natural feeling is lost in that smile, that liveliness is lost...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, smile like u mean it!!! Hug like u really wanna give it and say hello to ur frnd with some good reason behind it and with a wish that the person whom u say hello, should have a joyous day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-4119449896429717840?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/4119449896429717840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=4119449896429717840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4119449896429717840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4119449896429717840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/those-deadly-smiles-monotonous-hellos.html' title='Those deadly smiles, monotonous hello&apos;s &amp; unbearable hugs...'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-6495441462001381463</id><published>2008-11-10T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>Pains are needed...</title><content type='html'>The pain that gives pleasure is beautiful. Also, sometimes it so happens that pain will wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong if they do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hide ur pain and torment like hell within u, being unable to handle it, then life wil hide joys from you. Manytimes, I have felt my strength in the experience of pain.It's all in how u carry it.That's what matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-6495441462001381463?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/6495441462001381463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=6495441462001381463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6495441462001381463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/6495441462001381463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/pains-are-needed.html' title='Pains are needed...'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-2201285627347850515</id><published>2008-11-10T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>How savage is that love which plants a seed in one field and uproots another...</title><content type='html'>One of my friend, who lost her love, said: "It hurts to breathe because every breath I take proves I can't live without him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it so happens that the spectre of a person's non negotiable past hangs between that person and the one who is trying to read him/her....I feel that a broken heart is not just an empty metaphor but a grievous wound to one's persona !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen several friends who are tormenting greatly because of this. I agree that a mind does not have a so called DELETE button to delete the memories that haunt us or bring us pain ! There is no such thing as "getting over it" !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wound can heal but the scar always remains...those words, those dreams shared..those broken promises...those gestures...those caring ways...nothing of those can be erased...may be we pretend to have forgotten everything but such things always remain in our minds....strange is that such memories bring us pain &amp;amp; sometimes laughter...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not each one of us know the pain &amp;amp; passion of broken hearts..of how cruel people can be to those whom they loved once or may be still love...how opportunistic &amp;amp; mean people can be...to fulfill their needs in the name of love...if we don't know that pain then we are the most luckiest!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, sometimes it so happens that such pains mark as the foundation stones for achieving something really BIG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder..how savage is that love which plants a seed in one field and uproots another field !!!There is always something to be happy about....!!! With this post, I just request all those broken hearts to smile...because The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-2201285627347850515?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/2201285627347850515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=2201285627347850515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/2201285627347850515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/2201285627347850515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-savage-is-that-love-which-plants.html' title='How savage is that love which plants a seed in one field and uproots another...'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-4517102897595872695</id><published>2008-11-10T22:53:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>Learn respecting the difference in opinions...</title><content type='html'>Guys truth cannot be found in arguments! Learn respecting the difference in opinions. Don’t try to prove someone wrong just because you think that what ever you know is true!We view life in our own perspective. That’s not wrong, but when we try to say someone is wrong when they express their view of seeing life, then its absolutely our mistake. I hate such people who heap their opinions on me, I am not here to carry anyone’s shit…neither anyone of you right? If you are not ready, then how can you do that with someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunities present themselves to give us the chance to achieve greater accomplishments in our life and in the world. We create our destiny with every action and decision we make, by using our talents, with our daily effort, with our hard work as we try to achieve our goals and make our dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when we have failed before we are able to recreate our future with new and better decisions with the lessons learned from our mistakes. We are able to renew our faith in people, in love, in God, in all the things we chose not to have faith anymore and let the experience give a new meaning and purpose to our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day that we chose to do or not something we are creating our destiny, it is a journey not a destination. It evolves, grows and changes with time. It serves us in the manner that suits us.I do not believe in destiny. To believe in it will be to renounce to the possibility of so many things in my life. It’s just an excuse in letting things happen instead of MAKING them happen. Destiny is the usual “scapegoat” when we don’t fully understand what happens at the beginning and at the end. But in between, it is all up to us…and what's "in between" is what actually counts the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think "fate" is just a way to blame the cosmos for the outcomes of our actions rather than taking responsibility (good or bad) for them ourselves.Fate/destiny is the entity we love to put the blame on when we're wrong or when we are helpless. A guy may break up with a gal &amp;amp; put the blame on fate saying that he is unable to convince his parents for marriage. A son may tell to his father that it’s all his fate when he is unable to understand mathematics…examples go on…I would like to say one thing here that instead of fighting amongst ourselves about the existence of fate/destiny, lets shape our lives ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why to waste time in fighting for that, instead utilize that time in using all the possible choices to make your life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s not care whether there is destiny or fate. If it is there or not, that does not bother me, all I want is to shape my life with my sincere efforts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We are the masters of our fate, the captains of our souls,because we have the power to control our thoughts.” - Napoleon Hill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-4517102897595872695?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/4517102897595872695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=4517102897595872695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4517102897595872695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/4517102897595872695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/learn-respecting-difference-in-opinions.html' title='Learn respecting the difference in opinions...'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-2490858372213714337</id><published>2008-11-10T22:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>Having a sharp tongue will cut your throat!</title><content type='html'>Everybody can shout, can be abusive and belittle others and beharsh in his judgements of people. This is something easywhich everyone can do. It does not prove any particularstrength... But the hard thing is for the person to restrain his tongue and control his feelings and nerves, and be well-mannered choosing his words with care, whatever he feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Buddha has told, a tongue can be a sharp knife that kills without drawing blood...so one must be careful enough and have a control over it!I would like to conclude by quoting what Socrates has said about controlling tongue: “Nature has given us two ears, two eyes, and but one tongue-to the end that we should hear and see more than we speak.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-2490858372213714337?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/2490858372213714337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=2490858372213714337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/2490858372213714337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/2490858372213714337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/having-sharp-tongue-will-cut-your.html' title='Having a sharp tongue will cut your throat!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-1072529162690261710</id><published>2008-11-10T22:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>Not interested in mud slinging</title><content type='html'>In the present era, money and competition are big. Some people suffer more from insecurities and personal fears. Since I don’t care much about money or any rewards I have far less fear and insecurities… I just give the best and never care for recognition awards...satisfaction is what that matters to me... I have many hobbies and I prefer to indulge in them rather than mud slinging....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-1072529162690261710?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/1072529162690261710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=1072529162690261710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/1072529162690261710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/1072529162690261710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-interested-in-mud-slinging.html' title='Not interested in mud slinging'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707576434296406277.post-1776198328486257662</id><published>2008-11-10T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:58:58.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viewing life'/><title type='text'>A bed of roses!</title><content type='html'>One of my friend was saying that life is not always a bed of roses like in school/college days. I told him that life is always a bed of roses with petals and thorns both...sometimes happiness like petals will kiss us and make us feel a complete bliss. However, sometimes hurdles/sufferings trouble us like thorns...!My friend said : "Ya you are right,but it is so hard". I agree it is hard, but it is good for us. Thorns manifest more evidently after school/college days, and this is to make us independent in removing those thorns out of our life by ourselves. We need to accept that and be stronger.We learn a lot from our lives battling against several kinds of hurdles we encounter. Isn't it? That's why, I think Gandhiji said: MY LIFE IS MY MESSAGE! How true...life is a learning experience at each stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8707576434296406277-1776198328486257662?l=shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/feeds/1776198328486257662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8707576434296406277&amp;postID=1776198328486257662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/1776198328486257662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707576434296406277/posts/default/1776198328486257662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shilpa-nangali.blogspot.com/2008/11/bed-of-roses.html' title='A bed of roses!'/><author><name>Shilpa Nangali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16098056057135389651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GonZvzFKpk/TIExGXk9KBI/AAAAAAAACmk/RAWPWL_8f7w/S220/i_love_blogging12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
