<?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-6008872733276491037</id><updated>2012-02-15T15:26:18.375+05:30</updated><category term='COUNT UR BLESSINGS'/><category term='MOTHER&apos;S SACRIFICE'/><category term='THE ANSWERED PRAYER'/><category term='BRICKS'/><category term='BEING A LAKE'/><category term='PUT THE GLASS DOWN EVERYDAY'/><category term='WHY ME?'/><category term='BUILDING A HOUSE'/><category term='MOTIVATING SHAYARI'/><category term='The Value of Time'/><category term='COCOON'/><category term='A BANK ACCOUNT'/><category term='THE STORY OF CHALLENGES'/><category term='A MOTIVATING THOUGHT'/><category term='motivating books'/><category term='ONE'/><category term='The Trouble Tree'/><category term='inspiring thought'/><category term='SEVEN WONDERS OF THE WORLD'/><category term='motivating poems'/><category term='PEACE'/><category term='WEALTH SUCCESS AND LOVE'/><category term='THE STORY OF AN ELEPHANT'/><category term='BARACK OBAMA'/><category term='MOTIVATING STORY'/><category term='OPPORTUNITY'/><category term='THE STORY OF TURTLE'/><category term='THE PRAYER'/><category term='THE CRACKED POT'/><title type='text'>MOTIVATION</title><subtitle type='html'>WHEN U WERE BORN U WERE CRYING AND THE WORLD WAS REJOICING ON UR BIRTH, LIVE IN A WAY SUCH THAT WHEN U DIE LET U REJOICE AND LET THE WORLD CRY.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-3720408798268140340</id><published>2011-07-23T20:25:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-23T20:32:57.749+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PUT THE GLASS DOWN TODAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z7BZiunt9Xw/TiriH2TfsoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nvmLAVhxdNA/s1600/3697539215_d07b266903.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z7BZiunt9Xw/TiriH2TfsoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nvmLAVhxdNA/s320/3697539215_d07b266903.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632562908444471938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Once, a professor began his class by holding up a glass with some water in it. He held it up for all to see and asked the students, 'How much do you think this glass weighs?' '1 pound!' ....'2 pounds!' .....'3 pounds!' ......the students answered.&lt;br /&gt;'I really don't know unless I weigh it,' said the professor, 'but, my question is: What would happen if I held it up like this for a few minutes?' 'Nothing' the students said.&lt;br /&gt;'OK what would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?' the professor asked. 'Your arm would begin to ache' said one of the students.&lt;br /&gt;'You're right, now what would happen if I held it for a day?' 'Your arm could go numb, you might have severe muscle stress &amp;amp; paralysis; have to go to hospital for sure' ventured another student. All the students laughed.&lt;br /&gt;'Very good. But during all this, did the weight of the glass change?' Asked the professor. 'No,' replied the students.' 'Then what caused the arm ache; the muscle stress?&lt;br /&gt;Instead, what should I do?' The students were puzzled. 'Put the glass down' said one of the students. 'Exactly!' said the professor. 'Life's problems are something like this. Hold them for a few minutes in your head; they seem OK. Think of them for a long time; they begin to ache. Hold them even longer; they begin to paralyze you. You will not be able to do anything.'&lt;br /&gt;It is important to think of the challenges in your life, but EVEN MORE IMPORTANT to 'put them down' at the end of every day before you go to sleep. That way, you are not stressed, you wake up every day fresh, strong, can handle any issue, any challenge that comes your way!&lt;br /&gt;Remember friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;PUT THE GLASS DOWN TODAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-3720408798268140340?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3720408798268140340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=3720408798268140340' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3720408798268140340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3720408798268140340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2011/07/put-glass-down-today.html' title='PUT THE GLASS DOWN TODAY'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z7BZiunt9Xw/TiriH2TfsoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nvmLAVhxdNA/s72-c/3697539215_d07b266903.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-3867126333335336648</id><published>2011-06-26T13:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-26T13:35:38.727+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE PRECIOUS STONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8rrajmyCI68/TgboLOnAf_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/P08yw9i_-CE/s1600/semiPreciousStone4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622436464416554994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8rrajmyCI68/TgboLOnAf_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/P08yw9i_-CE/s320/semiPreciousStone4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wise woman who was travelling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream.&lt;br /&gt;The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The traveler left, rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;But, a few days later, he came back to return the stone to the wise woman.“I’ve been thinking,” he said. “I know how valuable this stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious.&lt;br /&gt;"Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me this stone ." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-3867126333335336648?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3867126333335336648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=3867126333335336648' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3867126333335336648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3867126333335336648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2011/06/precious-stone.html' title='THE PRECIOUS STONE'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8rrajmyCI68/TgboLOnAf_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/P08yw9i_-CE/s72-c/semiPreciousStone4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-472344330171453976</id><published>2011-06-09T18:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-09T18:41:20.391+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HOW POOR WE ARE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qoB_mzHzm8Y/TfDGQSHrlJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tDNeJqkcwDg/s1600/2-Fields.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616206718375269522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qoB_mzHzm8Y/TfDGQSHrlJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tDNeJqkcwDg/s320/2-Fields.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live.&lt;br /&gt;They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.On their return from the trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”“It was great, Dad”.&lt;br /&gt;“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yes”, said the son.“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.&lt;br /&gt;The son answered:“I saw that we have one dog and they had four.“We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden and they have a creek that has no end.“We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.&lt;br /&gt;“Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.“We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.&lt;br /&gt;“We buy our food, but they grow theirs.“We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.”&lt;br /&gt;The boy’s father was speechless. Then his son added&lt;strong&gt;:“Thanks, Dad for showing me how poor we are.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-472344330171453976?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/472344330171453976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=472344330171453976' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/472344330171453976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/472344330171453976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-poor-we-are.html' title='HOW POOR WE ARE'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qoB_mzHzm8Y/TfDGQSHrlJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tDNeJqkcwDg/s72-c/2-Fields.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-8853353392670988696</id><published>2010-12-28T12:48:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-28T13:47:22.191+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE STORY OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TRmcmGdf5TI/AAAAAAAAAJE/iSQSYluEjWs/s1600/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555643793721517362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TRmcmGdf5TI/AAAAAAAAAJE/iSQSYluEjWs/s320/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the very first day, God created the cow. He said to the cow, "Today I have created you! As a cow, you must go to the field with the farmer all day long. You will work all day under the sun! I will give you a life span of 50 years."&lt;br /&gt;The cow objected, "What? This kind of a tough life you want me to live for 50 years? Let me have 20 years, and the 30 years I'll give back to you." So God agreed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the second day, God created the dog. God said to the dog, "You are supposed to do is to sit all day by the door of your house. Any people that come in, you will have to bark at them! I'll give a life span of 20 years."&lt;br /&gt;The dog objected, "What? All day long to sit by the door? No way! I give you back my other 10 years of life!" So God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the third day, God created the monkey. He said to the monkey, "Monkeys have to entertain people. You've got to make them laugh and do monkey tricks. I'll give you 20 years life span."&lt;br /&gt;The monkey objected. "What? Make them laugh? Do monkey faces and tricks? Ten&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;years will do, and the other 10 years I'll give you back." So God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the fourth day, God created man and said to him, "Your job is to sleep, eat, and play. You will enjoy very much in your life. All you need to do is to enjoy and do nothing. This kind of life, I'll give you a 20 year life span."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The man objected. "What? Such a good life! Eat, play, sleep, do nothing? Enjoy the best and you expect me to live only for 20 years? No way, man!....Why don't we make a deal? Since the cow gave you back 30 years, and the dog gave you back 10 years and the monkey gave you back 10 years, I will take them from you! That makes my life span 70 years, right?" So God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT'S WHY.... In our first 20 years, we eat, sleep, play, enjoy the best and do nothing much. For the next 30 years, we work all day long, suffer and get to support the family. For the next 10 years, we entertain our grandchildren by making monkey faces and monkey tricks. And for the last 10 years, we stay at home, sit by the front door and bark at people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-8853353392670988696?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/8853353392670988696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=8853353392670988696' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/8853353392670988696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/8853353392670988696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2010/12/story-of-life.html' title='THE STORY OF LIFE'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TRmcmGdf5TI/AAAAAAAAAJE/iSQSYluEjWs/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-8961178081014726318</id><published>2010-08-08T18:47:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-08T19:00:36.631+05:30</updated><title type='text'>60 MOST BEAUTIFUL QUOTES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TF6vajOz0jI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WdNpa0obKvE/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503028665362141746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TF6vajOz0jI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WdNpa0obKvE/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)“Stay” is a charming word in a friend’s vocabulary. Louisa May Alcott&lt;br /&gt;2)If you can find it in your heart to care for somebody else, you will have succeeded. Maya Angelou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Nobody minds having what is too good for them. Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;4)When an opinion is general, it is usually correct. Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;5)Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up. James Baldwin&lt;br /&gt;6)Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced. James Baldwin&lt;br /&gt;7)It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend. William Blake&lt;br /&gt;8)Men judge us by the success of our efforts. God looks at the efforts themselves. Charlotte  Bronte &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9)Look twice before you leap. Charlotte Bronte&lt;br /&gt;10)If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results. Emily Bronte&lt;br /&gt;11)Reading is important—read between the lines. Don’t swallow everything. Gwendolyn Brooks&lt;br /&gt;12)Books succeed, and lives fail. Elizabeth Barrett Browning&lt;br /&gt;13)A woman’s always younger than a man of equal years. Elizabeth Barrett Browning&lt;br /&gt;14)Where there is great love, there are always wishes. Willa Cather&lt;br /&gt;15)Give people a new word and they think they have a new fact. Willa Cather&lt;br /&gt;16)Advice is like snow—the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks&lt;br /&gt;into the mind. Samuel Taylor Coleridge&lt;br /&gt;17)A word is dead when it is said, some say, I say it just begins to live that day. Emily Dickinson&lt;br /&gt;18)Without a struggle, there can be no progress. Frederick Douglass&lt;br /&gt;19)A little learning, indeed, may be a dangerous thing, but the want of learning is a calamity to any people. Frederick Douglas&lt;br /&gt;20)Oh, how with more than dreams the soul is torn, ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes. Paul Lawrence Dunbar&lt;br /&gt;21)Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love. George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;22)It is never too late to be what you might have been. George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;23)The ancestor of every action is a thought .Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;24)Books are for nothing but to inspire. Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;25)This is the way the world ends; not with a bang, but a whimper. T. S. Eliot&lt;br /&gt;26)The end of wisdom is to dream high enough to lose the dream in the seeking of it.William Faulkner&lt;br /&gt;27)I like to listen. I have learned a great deal from listening carefully. Most people never listen.Earnest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;28)In three words I can sum up everything I have learned about life: it goes on. Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;29)Never be afraid to sit a while and think. Lorraine Hansberry&lt;br /&gt;30)The thing that makes you exceptional, if you are at all, is inevitably that which must also make you lonely. Lorraine Hansberry&lt;br /&gt;31)I love sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I am awake, you know? Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;32)Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly. Langston Hughes&lt;br /&gt;33)It is from the blues that all that may be called American music derives its most distinctive characteristics. James Weldon Johnson&lt;br /&gt;34)Get busy living, or get busy dying. Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;35)Borrow trouble for yourself, if that’s your nature, but don’t lend it to your neighbors’ .Rudyard Kipling&lt;br /&gt;36)The one thing that does not abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience. Harper Lee&lt;br /&gt;37)Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing. Harper Lee&lt;br /&gt;38)The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time. Jack London&lt;br /&gt;39)For whatever is truly wondrous and fearful in man, never yet was put into words or books. Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;40)What difference does it make if the thing you are scared of is real or not? Toni Morrison&lt;br /&gt;Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past. George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;41)Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;42)I have great faith in fools. My friends call it self-confidence. Edgar Allen Poe&lt;br /&gt;43)A fool thinks himself wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool. William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;44)This above all: to thine own self be true William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;45)It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves. William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;46)No one wants advice—only corroboration. John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;47)Ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do or die. Alfred Lord Tennyson&lt;br /&gt;48)Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Alfred Lord Tennyson&lt;br /&gt;49)Somebody’s boring me. I think it’s me. Dylan Thomas&lt;br /&gt;50)Goodness is the only investment that never fails. Henry David Thoreau&lt;br /&gt;51)Books are thee treasured wealth of the world and the fit inheritance of generations and nations. Henry David Thoreau&lt;br /&gt;53)It is better to deserve honors and not have them than to have them and not deserve them.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;54)If we’d stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time. Edith Wharton&lt;br /&gt;55)I have learned that to be with those I like is enough. Walt Whitman&lt;br /&gt;56)Experience is one thing that you can’t get for nothing. Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;57)No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow. Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;58)Being happy is not the only happiness. Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;59)A sure way for one to lift himself up is by helping lift someone else. Booker T. Washington&lt;br /&gt;60)The impulse to dream was slowly beaten out of me by experience. Now it surged up again and I hungered for books, new ways of looking and seeing. Richard Wright &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-8961178081014726318?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/8961178081014726318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=8961178081014726318' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/8961178081014726318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/8961178081014726318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2010/08/most-beautiful-quotes.html' title='60 MOST BEAUTIFUL QUOTES'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TF6vajOz0jI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WdNpa0obKvE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-6132241621808537448</id><published>2010-06-11T15:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-11T15:35:44.598+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TBIKaNkWKbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tN3xo7aDFQk/s1600/long_beach_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481455141898299826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TBIKaNkWKbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tN3xo7aDFQk/s320/long_beach_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonging to him and the other to the LORD.When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it. "LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. But I noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me."The LORD replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was then that I carried you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;author unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-6132241621808537448?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/6132241621808537448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=6132241621808537448' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/6132241621808537448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/6132241621808537448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2010/06/footprints-in-sand.html' title='FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TBIKaNkWKbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tN3xo7aDFQk/s72-c/long_beach_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-8551959933996440010</id><published>2010-05-16T13:11:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-16T13:41:41.423+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CALL ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S--oTUrcsOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/l7PYhPx-SI0/s1600/Cute-baby-crying-cute-baby-crying-1280x800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471777122200367330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S--oTUrcsOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/l7PYhPx-SI0/s320/Cute-baby-crying-cute-baby-crying-1280x800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If one day you feel like crying...Call me.I don't promise that I will make you laugh,But I can cry with you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S--oKO-erBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/k3gs7WDgb9o/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471776966050753554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S--oKO-erBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/k3gs7WDgb9o/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If one day you want to run away--Don't be afraid to call me.I don't promise to ask you to stop...But I can run with you .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S--n9Nq006I/AAAAAAAAAII/efl4law5VDY/s1600/draft_lens2306692module12770623photo_1227682215angry_child_with_hands_over_ears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471776742361584546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S--n9Nq006I/AAAAAAAAAII/efl4law5VDY/s320/draft_lens2306692module12770623photo_1227682215angry_child_with_hands_over_ears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If one day you don't want to listen to anyone...Call me.I promise to be there for you.And I promise to be very quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S--nxZsjw8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g7I0tH21WDI/s1600/need.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471776539431650242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S--nxZsjw8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g7I0tH21WDI/s320/need.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if one day you call...And there is no answer...Come fast to see me.Perhaps I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                         AUTHOR UNKNOWN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-8551959933996440010?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/8551959933996440010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=8551959933996440010' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/8551959933996440010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/8551959933996440010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2010/05/call-me.html' title='CALL ME'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S--oTUrcsOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/l7PYhPx-SI0/s72-c/Cute-baby-crying-cute-baby-crying-1280x800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-2388336934798383187</id><published>2010-03-20T15:02:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-20T15:15:22.139+05:30</updated><title type='text'>24 INTERLUDES OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Don't go for looks, they can deceive. Don't go for wealth even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. There are moments in life when you really miss someone that you want to pick them up from your dreams and hug them. Hope you dream of that someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Dream what you want to dream, go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. May you have...Enough happiness to make you sweet Enough trials to make you strong Enough sorrow to keep you human Enough hope to make you happy And enough money to keep you comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. When one door of happiness closes, another opens. But we often took so long at the closed door, that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. The best kind of friend is the one you could sit on a porch, swing with, never saying a word and then walk away feeling like that was the best conversation you've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. Always put yourself in other's shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably does hurt the person too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. A careless word may kindle a strife;A cruel word may wreck a life A timely word may level stress A lovely word may heal and bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves and not to twist them with our own image, otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11. The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything, they just make the most of everything that comes along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we should know how to be grateful for that gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13. It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14. Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched and those who have tried. For only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15. Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, the romance and find out you still care for that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16. A sad thing about life is that when you meet someone who means a lot to you only to find out in the end that it was never bound to be and you just have to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17. Love starts with a smile, develops with a kiss and ends with a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18. Love comes to those who still hope even though they've been disappointed, to those who still believe even though they've been betrayed, need to love those who still love, even though they've been hurt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19. It hurts to love someone, and not to be loved in return but what is most painful is to love someone and never finds the courage to let the person know how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past. You can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;21. Never say goodbye when you still want to try;Never give up when you still feel you can take it;Never say you don't love that person anymore when you can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;22. Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back. Don't expect love in return, just wait for it to grow in their hearts but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23. There are things you love to hear but you would never hear it from the person whom you would like to hear it from, but don't be deaf to hear it from the person who says it with his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;When you were born, you were crying and the world was rejoicing on ur birth Live in a way such that when you die, let u rejoice and let the world cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-author unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-2388336934798383187?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/2388336934798383187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=2388336934798383187' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/2388336934798383187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/2388336934798383187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2010/03/24-interludes-of-life.html' title='24 INTERLUDES OF LIFE'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-5601254399100821121</id><published>2010-03-20T14:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-20T14:38:51.654+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BEAUTIFUL SHORT STORIES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S6SQJK1zYjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TRgS0_wS2SQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450639936228385330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S6SQJK1zYjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TRgS0_wS2SQ/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time, there was a large mountainside, where an eagle's nest rested. The eagle's nest contained four large eagle eggs. One day an earthquake rocked the mountain causing one of the eggs to roll down the mountain, to a chicken farm, located in the valley below. The chickens knew that they must protect and care for the eagle's egg, so an old hen volunteered to nurture and raise the large egg. One day, the egg hatched and a beautiful eagle was born. Sadly, however, the eagle was raised to be a chicken. Soon, the eagle believed he was nothing more than a chicken. The eagle loved his home and family, but his spirit cried out for more. While playing a game on the farm one day, the eagle looked to the skies above and noticed a group of mighty eagles soaring in the skies. "Oh," the eagle cried, "I wish I could soar like those birds." The chickens roared with laughter, "You cannot soar with those birds. You are a chicken and chickens do not soar." The eagle continued staring, at his real family up above, dreaming that he could be with them. Each time the eagle would let his dreams be known, he was told it couldn't be done. That is what the eagle learned to believe. The eagle, after time, stopped dreaming and continued to live his life like a chicken. Finally, after a long life as a chicken, the eagle passed away. The moral of the story: You become what you believe you are; so if you ever dream to become an eagle follow your dreams, not the words of a chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S6SPxM08c1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/aq_6fWiNiMc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450639524444795730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S6SPxM08c1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/aq_6fWiNiMc/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Mental Chain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people are like the circus elephant. Have you ever seen a giant elephant in an indoor arena tied to a little wooden stake. That huge creature can pick up two thousand pounds with its trunk, yet it calmly stays tied. Why? When that elephant was just a baby, and not very strong, it was tied by a huge chain to an iron stake that could not be moved. Regardless of how hard it tried, it could not break the chain and run free. After it a while it just gave up. Later, when it is strong, it never attempts to break free. The "imprint" is permanent. "I can't! I can't!' it says. There are millions of people who behave like this creature of the circus. They have been bound, tied and told "You'll never make it," so many times they finally call it quits. The may have dreams, but the "imprinting" keeps pulling them back. Today, eliminate the source of your limitations. When you mentally break free, the boundaries will be removed from your future.&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/6008872733276491037-5601254399100821121?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/5601254399100821121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=5601254399100821121' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/5601254399100821121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/5601254399100821121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful-short-stories.html' title='BEAUTIFUL SHORT STORIES.'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S6SQJK1zYjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TRgS0_wS2SQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-3925241305554782537</id><published>2010-03-01T18:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:14:45.173+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BEAUTIFUL QUOTES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S4vEuTrzeKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/h3cRqZjU90o/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443660874444404898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S4vEuTrzeKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/h3cRqZjU90o/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I will not forget you. Love me and I may be forced to love you. William Arthur Ward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desire is the starting point of all achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything. Napoleon Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is over and gone. The future is not guaranteed. Wayne Dyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People who are unable to motivate themselves must be content with mediocrity, no matter how impressive their other talents. Andrew Carnegie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Motivation is a fire from within. If someone else tries to light that fire under you, chances are it will burn very briefly. Stephen R. Covey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A man without a smiling face must not open a shop.Chinese Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two men look out the same prison bars; one sees mud and the other stars. Frederick Langbridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any fact facing us is not as important as our attitude toward it, for that determines our success or failure. The way you thing about a fact may defeat you before you ever do anything about it. You are overcome by the fact because you think you are.Norman Vincent Peale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attitude is an important part of the foundation upon which we build a productive life. A good attitude produces good results, a fair attitude poor results, a poor attitude poor results. We each shape our own life, and the shape of it is determined largely by our attitude. M. Russell Ballard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not be desirous of having things done quickly. Do not look at small advantages. Desire to have things done quickly prevents their being done thoroughly. Looking at small advantages prevents great affairs from being accomplished. Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The greater the difficulty the more glory in surmounting it. Skillful pilots gain their reputation from storms and tempests.Epictetus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-3925241305554782537?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3925241305554782537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=3925241305554782537' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3925241305554782537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3925241305554782537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful-quotes.html' title='BEAUTIFUL QUOTES'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S4vEuTrzeKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/h3cRqZjU90o/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-4698220436156132729</id><published>2010-02-14T11:45:00.016+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:20:24.150+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTIVATING STORY'/><title type='text'>FAITH, TRUST,HOPE &amp; CONFIDENCE ( LITTLE NICE STORIES)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S3ebbI8rKWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/h9swIepRjyg/s1600-h/umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437985965633907042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S3ebbI8rKWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/h9swIepRjyg/s320/umbrella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1) Once, all villagers decided to pray for RAIN, on the day of prayer all people gathered and only one boy came with an umbrella ( THAT'S FAITH ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S3ebVjReZ2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/-vvSgC_OeM0/s1600-h/baby-names-mom-and-laughing-baby(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437985869621258082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S3ebVjReZ2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/-vvSgC_OeM0/s320/baby-names-mom-and-laughing-baby(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2)Example of the feeling of a one year old baby. when you throw him in the air, he laughs because he knows you will catch him ( THAT'S TRUST ). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S3ebMVIPAdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2fGfb-oijww/s1600-h/alarm-clock-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437985711205581266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S3ebMVIPAdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2fGfb-oijww/s320/alarm-clock-400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Every night we go to bed without any of assurance of being alive the next morning but still we set the alarms in our watch to wake up (THAT'S HOPE ). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S3ebBIaFS3I/AAAAAAAAAHI/AdmaLMOZTiU/s1600-h/PLAN.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437985518812220274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S3ebBIaFS3I/AAAAAAAAAHI/AdmaLMOZTiU/s320/PLAN.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4) We plan big things for tomorrow inspite of zero knowledge of future and having certainity of uncertainities ( THAT'S CONFIDENCE ). &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/6008872733276491037-4698220436156132729?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/4698220436156132729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=4698220436156132729' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/4698220436156132729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/4698220436156132729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2010/02/faith-trusthope-confidence-little-nice.html' title='FAITH, TRUST,HOPE &amp; CONFIDENCE ( LITTLE NICE STORIES)...'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S3ebbI8rKWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/h9swIepRjyg/s72-c/umbrella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-7664455915823562225</id><published>2010-02-06T15:27:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-06T15:56:26.262+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivating poems'/><title type='text'>Rules For Being Human</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S21DiU6_6-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/62YPr1roItE/s1600-h/human_resources.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435074582316837858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S21DiU6_6-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/62YPr1roItE/s320/human_resources.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. You Will Receive A Body You may like it or hate it, but it will be yours for the entire period this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You Will Learn Lessons You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called Life. Each day in this school, you will have the opportunity to learn lessons - you may like the lesson or think them irrelevant and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There Are No Mistakes, Only Lessons There is a process of trial and error; experimentation. The 'failed' experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiment that ultimately 'works'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A Lesson Is Repeated Until It Is Learned A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can go on to the next lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Learning Lessons Does Not End. There is no part of Life that does not contain its lessons. If you are alive, there are lessons to be learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 'There' Is No Better Than 'here'. When your 'there' has become a 'here', you will simply obtain another 'there' that will again look better than 'here'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Others Are Merely Mirrors Of You. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects something you love or hate about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What You Make Of Your Life Is Up To You. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your Answers Lie Inside You. The answers to Life's questions lie inside you. All you need do is look, listen and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You Will Forget All This.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You Can Remember It Whenever You Want &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-7664455915823562225?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/7664455915823562225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=7664455915823562225' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/7664455915823562225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/7664455915823562225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2010/02/rules-for-being-human.html' title='Rules For Being Human'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S21DiU6_6-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/62YPr1roItE/s72-c/human_resources.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-5931868117615676821</id><published>2010-01-31T13:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:40:15.662+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE MAKING OF MOTHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S2U6f-V9knI/AAAAAAAAAGI/z_cg_HW4wr4/s1600-h/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432812846477841010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S2U6f-V9knI/AAAAAAAAAGI/z_cg_HW4wr4/s320/tears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the Lord made mothers, He was into the sixth day working overtime. An Angel appeared and said "Why are you spending so much time on this one?" And the Lord answered and said, "Have you read the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not elastic; have 200 movable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that can hold three children at one time and that disappears when she stands up; have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart; and have six pairs of hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. "Six pairs of hands! No way!" said the Angel.The Lord replied, "Oh, it's not the hands that are the problem. It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers must have!" "And that's on the standard model?" the Angel asked. The Lord nodded in agreement, "Yep, one pair of eyes are to see through the closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even though she already knows. Another pair in the back of her head are to see what she needs to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair are here in the front of her head. They are for looking at an errant child and saying that she understands and loves him or her without even saying a single word." The Angel tried to stop the Lord "This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish." "But I can't!" The Lord protested, "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand in the shower." The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, "But you have made her so soft, Lord." "She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish.""Will she be able to think?" asked the Angel. The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like You have a leak with this model. I told You that You were trying to put too much into this one.""That's not a leak." the Lord objected. "That's a tear!" "What's the tear for?" the Angel asked. The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her disappointment, her pain, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride." The Angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything for this one. You even created the tear!"The Lord looked at the Angel and smiled and said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm afraid you are wrong again. I created the woman, but she created the tear!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-5931868117615676821?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/5931868117615676821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=5931868117615676821' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/5931868117615676821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/5931868117615676821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2010/01/making-of-mother.html' title='THE MAKING OF MOTHER'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/S2U6f-V9knI/AAAAAAAAAGI/z_cg_HW4wr4/s72-c/tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-993490313658187512</id><published>2009-12-13T20:49:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:04:12.505+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivating poems'/><title type='text'>The Road To Success is Always Under Construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SyUI86r4UtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SlnDzGBeRU4/s1600-h/Under-Construction.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414743969621365458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SyUI86r4UtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SlnDzGBeRU4/s320/Under-Construction.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is not no much a matter of position as of disposition. The best vitamin for making friends,B1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't care where you're going any road will get you there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pint of example is worth a gallon of advice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He who throws mud loses ground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ideas won't work unless you do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The future is purchased by the present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing you can't recycle is wasted time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Triumph is just "umph" added to try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He who forgives ends the quarrel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Children need more models than critics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frogs have it easy, They can eat what bugs them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pursuit of happiness is the chase of a lifetime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the going gets easy you may be going downhill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jumping to conclusions can be bad exercise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best labor saving device is doing it tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A turtle makes progress when it sticks its neck out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Failure is the path of least persistence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patience is counting down without blasting off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a backbone not a wishbone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some folks won't look up until they are flat on their backs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want your dreams to come true, don't oversleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friend - One who knows all about you and likes you just the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birds have bills too and they keep on singing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A good example is the best sermon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ten Commandments are not multiple choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well done! is better than, Well said! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minds are like parachutes - they function only when open.&lt;br /&gt;If you can laugh at it then you can live with it.&lt;br /&gt;People don't fail, they give up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When looking for faults use a mirror, not a telescope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile, it takes only 13 muscles; A frown takes 64. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kindness, a language deaf people can hear and blind can see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A small leak can sink a great ship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't direct the wind, but you can adjust your sails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We lie loudest when we lie to ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tact is the ability to see others as they wish to be seen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend walks in when everyone else walks out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you must cry over spilled milk then please try to condense it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                     Author Unknown &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-993490313658187512?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/993490313658187512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=993490313658187512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/993490313658187512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/993490313658187512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/12/road-to-success-is-always-under.html' title='The Road To Success is Always Under Construction'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SyUI86r4UtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SlnDzGBeRU4/s72-c/Under-Construction.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-588995132435358266</id><published>2009-10-15T09:02:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:10:45.837+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivating poems'/><title type='text'>INSPIRATIONAL POEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/StaZtNcCDkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VErzOx9LApw/s1600-h/sunrise-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392666605803146818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/StaZtNcCDkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VErzOx9LApw/s320/sunrise-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I smiled, and all at once things didn't look so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I shared with someone else, a bit of hope I had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I sang a little song, and felt my heart grow light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And walked a happy little mile, with not a cloud in sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I worked with what I had and longed for nothing more, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what had seemed like only weeds, were flowers at my door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I loved a little more and complained a little less,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in the giving of myself, I forgot my weariness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poet: Unknown &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-588995132435358266?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/588995132435358266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=588995132435358266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/588995132435358266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/588995132435358266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/10/inspirational-poem.html' title='INSPIRATIONAL POEM'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/StaZtNcCDkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VErzOx9LApw/s72-c/sunrise-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-4009089413742760925</id><published>2009-09-10T05:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-10T05:38:53.841+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ACHIEVE YOUR DREAMS</title><content type='html'>Life is what happens while you are making other plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person of words and not deeds&lt;br /&gt;is like a garden full of weeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better to be trusted than liked, Underpromise -&lt;br /&gt;Overperform.&lt;br /&gt;The key to happiness and success is to have a dream.&lt;br /&gt;All the flowers of tomorrow are in the seeds of today.&lt;br /&gt;You always pass failure on the way to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to wake up in order for your dreams to come true.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let lack of praise nip you in the bud.&lt;br /&gt;The surest way to go broke is to sit around and wait for a break.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing worse than an alarm going off is the one that doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ego trip won't get you anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is just that little extra.&lt;br /&gt;If you want the rainbow you gotta put up with the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Count your age by friends, Count your life by smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A natural tendency is to want to be understood rather than understand.&lt;br /&gt;Don't prepare for rainy days without enjoying today's sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your heart a little softer than your head.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think there are no crocodiles just because the water is calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand for something or you'll fall for anything.&lt;br /&gt;Growing old is when fun is a lot more work.&lt;br /&gt;Never insult a crocodile until you've crossed the river.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't lie down no one can walk on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think things improve with age attend a class reunion.&lt;br /&gt;A good scare is sometimes worth more to a man than good advice.&lt;br /&gt;Motivation is when your dreams put on work clothes.&lt;br /&gt;We have two ears and one mouth, Think twice, speak once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience is the best teacher because it's always on the job.&lt;br /&gt;You're never fully dressed until you wear a smile.&lt;br /&gt;It's what you learn after you know it all that counts.&lt;br /&gt;The greatest mistake you can make is to be afraid of making one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is the journey not the destination.&lt;br /&gt;People with goals succeed because they know where they are going.&lt;br /&gt; Does your employer consider you profit or overhead?&lt;br /&gt;Look at life through the windshield not the rear view mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To succeed do the best you can, where you are, with what you have.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your voice mail be "voice jail" to your callers.&lt;br /&gt;A man without humor is like a car without shock absorbers.&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom is what's left over after we smarten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people quit looking for work when they finally get a job.&lt;br /&gt;About the only thing that comes to us without effort is old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait for your ship to come in swim out to it.&lt;br /&gt;Every job is a self portrait of those who did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk less - Say more.&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight saves a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;Autograph your work with quality.&lt;br /&gt;You can only control two things your attitude and your activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, there's nothing more constant than change.&lt;br /&gt;If you tell the truth sooner or later somebody's going to find out.&lt;br /&gt;Experience is the one thing you can't get on easy payments.&lt;br /&gt;Remember change and change for the better are two different things.&lt;br /&gt;Be on the level and you won't go downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All play and no work, does not work.&lt;br /&gt;A goal is a dream with a deadline.&lt;br /&gt;A liar needs a good memory.&lt;br /&gt;Dream of worthy accomplishments and stay awake to achieve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only place success comes before work is the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;You can be happy without needing others to agree with you.&lt;br /&gt;You are not late until you get there.&lt;br /&gt;Glory comes from daring to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a back bone not a wish bone.&lt;br /&gt;Give your troubles to God, He will be up all night anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The greater part of progress is the desire to progress.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is the place between too little and too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember no one can make you feel inferior without your consent.&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is not a matter of chance it's a matter of choice.&lt;br /&gt;Your children need your presence more than your presents.&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has two ends a sitting end and a thinking end,&lt;br /&gt;Success depends on which we use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many spend half the time wishing for things they could have if they didn't spend half the time wishing.&lt;br /&gt;For every person who climbs the ladder of success there are a dozen waiting for the elevator. Happiness is a choice not a response.&lt;br /&gt;God works with you, not for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your dreams turn to dust vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;Do it now, you become successful the very moment you start.&lt;br /&gt;People may doubt what you say but they will believe what you do.&lt;br /&gt;Success -Don't do what you like, Like what you do.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                               AUTHOR UNKNOWN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-4009089413742760925?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/4009089413742760925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=4009089413742760925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/4009089413742760925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/4009089413742760925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/09/achieve-your-dreams.html' title='ACHIEVE YOUR DREAMS'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-3233083210250819140</id><published>2009-08-16T13:17:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-16T13:35:09.904+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiring thought'/><title type='text'>BEAUTIFUL QUOTES</title><content type='html'>Far away in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.  Louisa May Alcott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All men dream but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes to make it possible.T.E. Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one door of happiness closes, another opens, but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us.Helen Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose--a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.Mary Shelley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all.  Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle.The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.Ayn Rand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure...than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.     Theodore Roosevelt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-3233083210250819140?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3233083210250819140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=3233083210250819140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3233083210250819140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3233083210250819140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/08/beautiful-quotes.html' title='BEAUTIFUL QUOTES'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-7080255857314310223</id><published>2009-07-18T21:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:21:48.770+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTIVATING STORY'/><title type='text'>EAGLES IN A STORM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SmHva95Qg5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/kfX8AQnqzpk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359828278117958546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SmHva95Qg5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/kfX8AQnqzpk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that an eagle knows when a storm is approaching long before it breaks?&lt;br /&gt;The eagle will fly to some high spot and wait for the winds to come. When the storm hits, it sets its wings so that the wind will pick it up and lift it above the storm. While the storm rages below, the eagle is soaring above it.&lt;br /&gt;The eagle does not escape the storm. It simply uses the storm to lift it higher. It rises on the winds that bring the storm.&lt;br /&gt;When the storms of life come upon us - and all of us will experience them - we can rise above them by setting our minds and our belief toward God. The storms do not have to overcome us. We can allow God's power to lift us above them.&lt;br /&gt;God enables us to ride the winds of the storm that bring sickness, tragedy, failure and disappointment in our lives. We can soar above the storm.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, it is not the burdens of life that weigh us down, it is how we handle them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-7080255857314310223?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/7080255857314310223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=7080255857314310223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/7080255857314310223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/7080255857314310223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/07/eagles-in-storm.html' title='EAGLES IN A STORM'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SmHva95Qg5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/kfX8AQnqzpk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-6282630495925543739</id><published>2009-07-14T12:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:34:55.269+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BE FEARLESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SlwuBibzJxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/X__Vz2ZE2B0/s1600-h/09-Be+Fearless.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358208260622198546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SlwuBibzJxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/X__Vz2ZE2B0/s400/09-Be+Fearless.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-6282630495925543739?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/6282630495925543739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=6282630495925543739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-6036131403319205875</id><published>2009-04-25T13:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:02:58.863+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IT`S UP TO YOU</title><content type='html'>I gave you life, but I cannot live it for you.&lt;br /&gt;I can teach you things, but I cannot make you learn.&lt;br /&gt;I can give you directions, but I cannot always be there to lead you.&lt;br /&gt;I can allow you freedom, but I cannot account for it.&lt;br /&gt;I can take you to church, but I cannot make you believe.&lt;br /&gt;I can teach you right from wrong, but I cannot decide for you.&lt;br /&gt;I can give you love, but I cannot force it upon you.&lt;br /&gt;I can teach you to be a friend, but I cannot make you one.&lt;br /&gt;I can teach you to share, but I cannot make you unselfish.&lt;br /&gt;I can teach you respect, but I cannot force you to show honor.&lt;br /&gt;I can grieve about your report card but I canot make you study,&lt;br /&gt;I can advise you about friends, but I cannot choose them for you.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you about drinking, but I cannot say “no” for you.&lt;br /&gt;I can warn you about drugs, but I cannot prevent you from using them.&lt;br /&gt;I Can teach you about goals and dreams, but I cannot achieve them for you.&lt;br /&gt;I can teach you kindness, but I cannot force you to be kind.&lt;br /&gt;I can warn you about sin, but I cannot make your morals.&lt;br /&gt;I can love you as a [daughter] son, but I cannot place you in God’s family&lt;br /&gt;I can pray for you and your future, but I cannot make you walk with God.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you how to live, but I cannot give you eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;I`TS UP TO YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-6036131403319205875?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-2819721661475044717</id><published>2009-04-25T13:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:36:42.957+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivating poems'/><title type='text'>THE ROAD NOT TAKEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SfLEG75f_MI/AAAAAAAAAFg/acdprUOsp2Y/s1600-h/tworoads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328536932569840834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SfLEG75f_MI/AAAAAAAAAFg/acdprUOsp2Y/s320/tworoads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then took the other, just as fair, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And having perhaps the better claim, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though as for that passing there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had worn them really about the same, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet knowing how way leads to way, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that has made all the difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-2819721661475044717?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/2819721661475044717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=2819721661475044717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/2819721661475044717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/2819721661475044717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/04/road-not-taken.html' title='THE ROAD NOT TAKEN'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SfLEG75f_MI/AAAAAAAAAFg/acdprUOsp2Y/s72-c/tworoads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-1060964572502875144</id><published>2009-04-06T20:09:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:40:00.688+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivating poems'/><title type='text'>I've learned -</title><content type='html'>I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that you cannot make someone love you.&lt;br /&gt;All you can do is be someone who can be loved.&lt;br /&gt;The rest is up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that no matter how much I care,&lt;br /&gt;some people just don't care back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that it takes years to build up trust,&lt;br /&gt;and only seconds to destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that it's not what you have in your life&lt;br /&gt;but who you have in your life that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;After that, you'd better know something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that you shouldn't compare&lt;br /&gt;yourself to the best others can do&lt;br /&gt;but to the best you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that it's not what happens to people&lt;br /&gt;that's important. It's what they do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that you can do something in an instant&lt;br /&gt;that will give you heartache for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that no matter how thin you slice it,&lt;br /&gt;there are always two sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that it's taking me a long time&lt;br /&gt;to become the person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that it's a lot easier&lt;br /&gt;to react than it is to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that you should always leave&lt;br /&gt;loved ones with loving words.&lt;br /&gt;It may be the last time you see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that you can keep going&lt;br /&gt;long after you think you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that we are responsible for what we do,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that either you control your attitude&lt;br /&gt;or it controls you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that regardless of how hot and steamy&lt;br /&gt;a relationship is at first,&lt;br /&gt;the passion fades and there had better be&lt;br /&gt;something else to take its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that heroes are the people&lt;br /&gt;who do what has to be done&lt;br /&gt;when it needs to be done,&lt;br /&gt;regardless of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that learning to forgive takes practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that there are people who love you dearly,&lt;br /&gt;but just don't know how to show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that money is a lousy way of keeping score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that my best friend and I can do anything&lt;br /&gt;or nothing and have the best time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes the people you expect&lt;br /&gt;to kick you when you're down&lt;br /&gt;will be the ones to help you get back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes when I'm angry&lt;br /&gt;I have the right to be angry,&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't give me&lt;br /&gt;the right to be cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that true friendship continues to grow,&lt;br /&gt;even over the longest distance.&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that just because someone doesn't love you&lt;br /&gt;the way you want them to doesn't mean&lt;br /&gt;they don't love you with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that maturity has more to do with&lt;br /&gt;what types of experiences you've had&lt;br /&gt;and what you've learned from them&lt;br /&gt;and less to do with how many&lt;br /&gt;birthdays you've celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned _&lt;br /&gt;that you should never tell a child&lt;br /&gt;their dreams are unlikely or outlandish.&lt;br /&gt;Few things are more humiliating, and&lt;br /&gt;what a tragedy it would be&lt;br /&gt;if they believed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that your family won't always&lt;br /&gt;be there for you. It may seem funny,&lt;br /&gt;but people you aren't related to&lt;br /&gt;can take care of you and love you&lt;br /&gt;and teach you to trust people again.&lt;br /&gt;Families aren't biological.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that no matter how good a friend is,&lt;br /&gt;they're going to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;and you must forgive them for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that it isn't always enough&lt;br /&gt;to be forgiven by others.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to learn&lt;br /&gt;to forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that no matter how bad&lt;br /&gt;your heart is broken&lt;br /&gt;the world doesn't stop for your grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that our background and circumstances&lt;br /&gt;may have influenced who we are,&lt;br /&gt;but we are responsible for who we become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes when my friends fight,&lt;br /&gt;I'm forced to choose sides&lt;br /&gt;even when I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that just because two people argue,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't mean they don't love each other&lt;br /&gt;And just because they don't argue,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't mean they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes you have to put&lt;br /&gt;the individual ahead of their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that we don't have to change friends&lt;br /&gt;if we understand that friends change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that you shouldn't be so&lt;br /&gt;eager to find out a secret.&lt;br /&gt;It could change your life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that two people can look&lt;br /&gt;at the exact same thing&lt;br /&gt;and see something totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that no matter how you try to protect&lt;br /&gt;your children, they will eventually get hurt&lt;br /&gt;and you will hurt in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that there are many ways of falling&lt;br /&gt;and staying in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that no matter the consequences,&lt;br /&gt;those who are honest with themselves&lt;br /&gt;get farther in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that no matter how many friends you have,&lt;br /&gt;if you are their pillar you will feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;and lost at the times you need them most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that your life can be changed&lt;br /&gt;in a matter of hours&lt;br /&gt;by people who don't even know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that even when you think&lt;br /&gt;you have no more to give,&lt;br /&gt;when a friend cries out to you,&lt;br /&gt;you will find the strength to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that writing, as well as talking,&lt;br /&gt;can ease emotional pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that the paradigm we live in&lt;br /&gt;is not all that is offered to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that credentials on the wall&lt;br /&gt;do not make you a decent human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that the people you care most about in life&lt;br /&gt;are taken from you too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that although the word "love"can have many different meanings,&lt;br /&gt;it loses value when overly used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned -&lt;br /&gt;that it's hard to determine&lt;br /&gt;where to draw the line&lt;br /&gt;between being nice and&lt;br /&gt;not hurting people's feelings&lt;br /&gt;and standing up for what you believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-1060964572502875144?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/1060964572502875144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=1060964572502875144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/1060964572502875144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/1060964572502875144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-learned.html' title='I&apos;ve learned -'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-3450196373448367761</id><published>2009-04-03T14:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:40:43.824+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivating poems'/><title type='text'>You Can Be Whatever You Want to Be</title><content type='html'>There is inside you&lt;br /&gt;all of the potential to be whatever&lt;br /&gt;you want to be&lt;br /&gt;all of the energy to do whatever&lt;br /&gt;you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yourself as you would like to be,&lt;br /&gt;doing what you want to do,&lt;br /&gt;and each day, take one step&lt;br /&gt;towards your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though at times it may seem too&lt;br /&gt;difficult to continue,&lt;br /&gt;hold on to your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning you will awake to find&lt;br /&gt;that you are the person&lt;br /&gt;you dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;doing what you wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;simply because you had the courage&lt;br /&gt;to believe in your potential&lt;br /&gt;and to hold on to your dream.&lt;br /&gt;Donna Levine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-3450196373448367761?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3450196373448367761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=3450196373448367761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3450196373448367761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3450196373448367761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-can-be-whatever-you-want-to-be.html' title='You Can Be Whatever You Want to Be'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-1287360090113404823</id><published>2009-03-24T20:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:36:56.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SHARPEN UR AXE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/Scj3AeDe6cI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Q1w5wYcy-iE/s1600-h/axe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316770947550603714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/Scj3AeDe6cI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Q1w5wYcy-iE/s320/axe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this one while reading Stephen r coveys "7 habits of highly effective people".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time a very strong woodcutter ask for a job in a timber merchant, and he got it. The paid was really good and so were the work conditions. For that reason, the woodcutter was determined to do his best.&lt;br /&gt;His boss gave him an axe and showed him the area where he was supposed to work.&lt;br /&gt;The first day, the woodcutter brought 18 trees&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulations," the boss said. "Go on that way!"&lt;br /&gt;Very motivated for the boss’ words, the woodcutter try harder the next day, but he only could bring 15 trees. The third day he try even harder, but he only could bring 10 trees.Day after day he was bringing less and less trees.&lt;br /&gt;"I must be losing my strength", the woodcutter thought. He went to the boss and apologized, saying that he could not understand what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;"When was the last time you sharpened your axe?" the boss asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Sharpen? I had no time to sharpen my axe. I have been very busy trying to cut trees..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-1287360090113404823?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/1287360090113404823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=1287360090113404823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/1287360090113404823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/1287360090113404823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/03/sharpen-ur-axe.html' title='SHARPEN UR AXE'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/Scj3AeDe6cI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Q1w5wYcy-iE/s72-c/axe2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-5445603133598048904</id><published>2009-03-18T20:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:53:56.995+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTIVATING STORY'/><title type='text'>LEARNING TO GET UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/ScER_Uzqh3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yWwS2vb25_Q/s1600-h/main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314548814888732530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/ScER_Uzqh3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yWwS2vb25_Q/s320/main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bringing a giraffe into the world is a tall order. A baby giraffe falls 10 feet from its mother's womb and usually lands on its back. Within seconds it rolls over and tucks its legs under its body. From this position it considers the world for the first time and shakes off the last vestiges of the birthing fluid from its eyes and ears. Then the mother giraffe rudely introduces its offspring to the reality of life.&lt;br /&gt;In his book, A View from the Zoo, Gary Richmond describes how a newborn giraffe learns its first lesson.&lt;br /&gt;The mother giraffe lowers her head long enough to take a quick look. Then she positions herself directly over her calf. She waits for about a minute, and then she does the most unreasonable thing. She swings her long, pendulous leg outward and kicks her baby, so that it is sent sprawling head over heels.&lt;br /&gt;When it doesn't get up, the violent process is repeated over and over again. The struggle to rise is momentous. As the baby calf grows tired, the mother kicks it again to stimulate its efforts. Finally, the calf stands for the first time on its wobbly legs.&lt;br /&gt;Then the mother giraffe does the most remarkable thing. She kicks it off its feet again. Why? She wants it to remember how it got up. In the wild, baby giraffes must be able to get up as quickly as possible to stay with the herd, where there is safety. Lions, hyenas, leopards, and wild hunting dogs all enjoy young giraffes, and they'd get it too, if the mother didn't teach her calf to get up quickly and get with it.&lt;br /&gt;The late Irving Stone understood this. He spent a lifetime studying greatness, writing novelized biographies of such men as Michelangelo, Vincent van Gogh, Sigmund Freud, and Charles Darwin.&lt;br /&gt;Stone was once asked if he had found a thread that runs through the lives of all these exceptional people. He said, "I write about people who sometime in their life have a vision or dream of something that should be accomplished and they go to work.&lt;br /&gt;"They are beaten over the head, knocked down, vilified, and for years they get nowhere. But every time they're knocked down they stand up. You cannot destroy these people. And at the end of their lives they've accomplished some modest part of what they set out to do." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-5445603133598048904?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/5445603133598048904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=5445603133598048904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/5445603133598048904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/5445603133598048904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/03/learning-to-get-up.html' title='LEARNING TO GET UP'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/ScER_Uzqh3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yWwS2vb25_Q/s72-c/main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-143909866612726833</id><published>2009-03-18T20:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:32:09.652+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTIVATING STORY'/><title type='text'>WORKING FOR WHAT U HAVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/ScEM3_PbOUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AkOoER_54Sw/s1600-h/561551-FB~Fishing-Net-and-Boat-Moorea-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314543191282366786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/ScEM3_PbOUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AkOoER_54Sw/s320/561551-FB~Fishing-Net-and-Boat-Moorea-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Mexican replied, "Only a little while."&lt;br /&gt;The American then asked, "Why didn't you stay out longer and catch more fish?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Mexican said, "With this I have more than enough to support my family's needs."&lt;br /&gt;The American then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"&lt;br /&gt;The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos, I have a full and busy life."&lt;br /&gt;The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing; and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat: With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats. Eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor; eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then Los Angeles and eventually New York where you will run your ever- expanding enterprise."&lt;br /&gt;The Mexican fisherman asked, "But, how long will this all take?"&lt;br /&gt;To which the American replied, "15 to 20 years."&lt;br /&gt;"But what then?" asked the Mexican.&lt;br /&gt;The American laughed and said that's the best part. "When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions."&lt;br /&gt;"Millions?...Then what?"&lt;br /&gt;The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-143909866612726833?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/143909866612726833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=143909866612726833' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/143909866612726833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/143909866612726833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/03/working-for-what-u-have.html' title='WORKING FOR WHAT U HAVE'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/ScEM3_PbOUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AkOoER_54Sw/s72-c/561551-FB~Fishing-Net-and-Boat-Moorea-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-4560767590718201233</id><published>2009-03-15T10:19:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:26:32.866+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OPPORTUNITY'/><title type='text'>OPPORTUNITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SbyKClmaHnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tKyTtbMtty8/s1600-h/oppurtunity_knocked_300785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313273437447921266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SbyKClmaHnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tKyTtbMtty8/s320/oppurtunity_knocked_300785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY do me wrong who say I come no more&lt;br /&gt;When once I knock and fail to find you in;&lt;br /&gt;For every day I stand outside your door&lt;br /&gt;And bid you wake, and rise to fight and win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wail not for precious chances passed away!&lt;br /&gt;Weep not for golden ages on the wane!&lt;br /&gt;Each night I burn the records of the day--&lt;br /&gt;At sunrise every soul is born again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast?&lt;br /&gt;Dost reel from righteous Retribution's blow?&lt;br /&gt;Then turn from blotted archives of the past&lt;br /&gt;And find the future's pages white as snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee from thy spell;&lt;br /&gt;Art thou a sinner? Sins may be forgiven;&lt;br /&gt;Each morning gives thee wings to flee from hell,&lt;br /&gt;Each night a star to guide thy feet to heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped,&lt;br /&gt;To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb;&lt;br /&gt;My judgments seal the dead past with its dead,&lt;br /&gt;But never bind a moment yet to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep;&lt;br /&gt;I lend my arm to all who say "I can!"&lt;br /&gt;No shame-faced outcast ever sank so deep&lt;br /&gt;But yet might rise and be again a man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walter Malone (1866-1915)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-4560767590718201233?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/4560767590718201233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=4560767590718201233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/4560767590718201233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/4560767590718201233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/03/opportunity.html' title='OPPORTUNITY'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SbyKClmaHnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tKyTtbMtty8/s72-c/oppurtunity_knocked_300785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-3824840265429660771</id><published>2009-03-08T17:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:35:13.756+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LORD GRANT ME</title><content type='html'>LORD GRANT ME&lt;br /&gt;Time enough to do all the chores,&lt;br /&gt;Join in the games,help with the lessons,&lt;br /&gt;Say the night prayers and much  more.&lt;br /&gt;Strength enough to be a bread baker and bread winner,&lt;br /&gt;knee patcher and peace maker ,ball player and bill juggler.&lt;br /&gt;Hands soft enough to hug and to hold, to tickle and touch,&lt;br /&gt;Yet strong enough to pick up and put away, and then to iron and fold.&lt;br /&gt;Heart enough to share and to care, to listen and to understand ,and to make this home the best i can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-3824840265429660771?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3824840265429660771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=3824840265429660771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3824840265429660771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3824840265429660771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/03/lord-grant-me.html' title='LORD GRANT ME'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-7025015645615089862</id><published>2009-03-06T22:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:22:25.641+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Most Inspirational Sentence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SbFUvKQHPvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nCeLLBsACxE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310118604829048562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SbFUvKQHPvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nCeLLBsACxE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is no brief candle for me.It is a sort of splendid torch I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handling it on to future generations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;George Bernard Shaw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-7025015645615089862?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/7025015645615089862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=7025015645615089862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/7025015645615089862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/7025015645615089862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/03/most-inspirational-sentence.html' title='Most Inspirational Sentence'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SbFUvKQHPvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nCeLLBsACxE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-8458884506467028833</id><published>2009-03-05T12:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:25:20.191+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/Sa92dHBA3bI/AAAAAAAAADk/nAqhzvI0R6A/s1600-h/dont-quit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309592728164687282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/Sa92dHBA3bI/AAAAAAAAADk/nAqhzvI0R6A/s320/dont-quit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the funds are low and the debts are high,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When care is pressing you down a bit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest if you must, but don't you quit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is queer with its twists and turns,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As everyone of us sometimes learns,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And many a failure turns about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he might have won had he stuck it out;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't give up, though the pace seems slow -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might succeed with another blow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Often the goal is nearer than &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems to a faint and faltering man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Often the struggler has given up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he might have captured the victor's cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How close he was to the golden crown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Success is failure turned inside out -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The silver tint of the clouds of doubt -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you never can tell how close you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may be near when it seems afar;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-8458884506467028833?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/8458884506467028833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=8458884506467028833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/8458884506467028833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/8458884506467028833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-things-go-wrong-as-they-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/Sa92dHBA3bI/AAAAAAAAADk/nAqhzvI0R6A/s72-c/dont-quit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-1331694524703088273</id><published>2009-02-23T13:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:52:40.611+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ONE'/><title type='text'>ONE</title><content type='html'>One song can spark a moment,&lt;br /&gt;One flower can wake the dream&lt;br /&gt;One tree can start a forest,&lt;br /&gt;One bird can herald spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One smile begins a friendship,&lt;br /&gt;One handclasp lifts a soul.&lt;br /&gt;One star can guide a ship at sea,&lt;br /&gt;One word can frame the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One vote can change a nation,&lt;br /&gt;One sunbeam lights a room.&lt;br /&gt;One candle wipes out darkness,&lt;br /&gt;One laugh will conquer gloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step must start each journey.&lt;br /&gt;One word must start each prayer.&lt;br /&gt;One hope will raise our spirits,&lt;br /&gt;One touch can show you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One voice can speak with wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;One heart can know what's true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One life can make a difference, You see,it's up to you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                  Author unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-1331694524703088273?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/1331694524703088273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=1331694524703088273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/1331694524703088273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/1331694524703088273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/02/one.html' title='ONE'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-9151691341971633603</id><published>2009-02-19T09:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:02:36.298+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COUNT UR BLESSINGS'/><title type='text'>COUNT UR BLESSINGS</title><content type='html'>I've never made a fortune,&lt;br /&gt;and it's probably too late now.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't worry about that much,&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy any how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I go along life's way,&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaping better than I sowed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm drinking from my saucer,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my cup has overflowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't got a lot of riches,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes the going's tough.&lt;br /&gt;But I've got loving ones all around me,&lt;br /&gt;and that makes me rich enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for his blessings,&lt;br /&gt;and the mercies He's bestowed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm drinking from my saucer,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my cup has overflowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember times when things went wrong,&lt;br /&gt;My faith wore somewhat thin.&lt;br /&gt;But all at once the dark clouds broke,&lt;br /&gt;and the sun peeped through again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lord, help me not to gripe,&lt;br /&gt;about the tough rows I have hoed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm drinking from my saucer,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my cup has overflowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God gives me strength and courage,&lt;br /&gt;When the way grows steep and rough.&lt;br /&gt;I'll not ask for other blessings,&lt;br /&gt;I'm already blessed enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may I never be too busy,&lt;br /&gt;to help others bear their loads.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my cup has overflowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of how many people&lt;br /&gt;in this world have it worse than I do.&lt;br /&gt;I realize just how blessed most of us really are.&lt;br /&gt;UNKNOWN AUTHOR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-9151691341971633603?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/9151691341971633603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=9151691341971633603' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/9151691341971633603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/9151691341971633603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/02/count-ur-blessings.html' title='COUNT UR BLESSINGS'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-7004060791859169288</id><published>2009-02-15T19:25:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:12:49.993+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A MOTIVATING THOUGHT'/><title type='text'>A MOTIVATING THOUGHT</title><content type='html'>People often say that motivation doesn’t last.&lt;br /&gt;Well, neither does bathing -&lt;br /&gt;that’s why we recommend it daily.&lt;br /&gt;ZIG ZIGLAR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-7004060791859169288?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/7004060791859169288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=7004060791859169288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/7004060791859169288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/7004060791859169288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/02/motivating-thought.html' title='A MOTIVATING THOUGHT'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-8700166592125638097</id><published>2009-02-09T13:36:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:13:18.019+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHY ME?'/><title type='text'>WHY ME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SZLQqMKFAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/SQrw8anK_V8/s1600-h/ArthurAshe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301529134605074690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SZLQqMKFAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/SQrw8anK_V8/s320/ArthurAshe1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARTHUR ASHE&lt;/strong&gt; The legendary wimbeldon player was dying of AIDS which he got due to infected blood he recieved during a heart surgery. From all over the world he recieved letters from his fans, one of which he conveyed,&lt;br /&gt;WHY DOES GOD HAVE TO SELECT YOU FOR SUCH A BAD DISEASE?&lt;br /&gt;To this he replied&lt;br /&gt;IN THE WORLD OVER-&lt;br /&gt;50 MILLION CHILDREN START PLAYING TENNIS.&lt;br /&gt;5 MILLION LEARN TO PLAY.&lt;br /&gt;500000 LEARN PROFESSIONAL TENNIS.&lt;br /&gt;50000 COME TO THE CIRCUIT.&lt;br /&gt;5000 REACH GRAND SLAM.&lt;br /&gt;50 REACH WIMBELDON.&lt;br /&gt;4 TO SEMI FINAL.&lt;br /&gt;2 TO FINALS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"WHEN I WAS HOLDING A CUP I NEVER ASKED GOD WHY ME"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today in pain why should i ask god &lt;strong&gt;WHY ME&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-8700166592125638097?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/8700166592125638097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=8700166592125638097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/8700166592125638097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/8700166592125638097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-me.html' title='WHY ME?'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SZLQqMKFAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/SQrw8anK_V8/s72-c/ArthurAshe1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-4040353170933079292</id><published>2009-02-01T21:51:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:02:30.166+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE ANSWERED PRAYER'/><title type='text'>THE ANSWERED PRAYER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SYXOhh71zxI/AAAAAAAAADU/S7_Ur9-rHEo/s1600-h/logo-prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297867612111621906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SYXOhh71zxI/AAAAAAAAADU/S7_Ur9-rHEo/s320/logo-prayer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked for Strength......... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked for Wisdom......... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And God gave me Problems to solve. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked for Prosperity......... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And God gave me a Brain to work. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked for Courage......... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And God gave me Danger to overcome. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked for Love......... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And God gave me Troubled people to help. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked for Favors......... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And God gave me Opportunities. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I received nothing I wanted ........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I received everything I needed! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-4040353170933079292?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/4040353170933079292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=4040353170933079292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/4040353170933079292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/4040353170933079292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/02/answered-prayer.html' title='THE ANSWERED PRAYER.'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SYXOhh71zxI/AAAAAAAAADU/S7_Ur9-rHEo/s72-c/logo-prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-6998906648050482201</id><published>2009-01-18T10:11:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:05:45.344+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE CRACKED POT'/><title type='text'>THE CRACKED POT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SXKzqtVmA-I/AAAAAAAAADM/90bIXiekDAg/s1600-h/cracked_pot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292490058419799010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SXKzqtVmA-I/AAAAAAAAADM/90bIXiekDAg/s320/cracked_pot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the ends of apole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for which it was made. But, the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. I am ashamed of myself, and Iwant to apologize to you. I have been able to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'The bearer said to the pot, 'Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path. Everyday as we walk back, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots.But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them. Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-6998906648050482201?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/6998906648050482201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=6998906648050482201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/6998906648050482201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/6998906648050482201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/01/cracked-pot.html' title='THE CRACKED POT'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SXKzqtVmA-I/AAAAAAAAADM/90bIXiekDAg/s72-c/cracked_pot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-6315181112321356498</id><published>2009-01-18T09:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:12:52.342+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE STORY OF TURTLE'/><title type='text'>THE STORY OF TURTLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SXKyWTTo1-I/AAAAAAAAADE/gZZksU_lUIA/s1600-h/06050704PD_box_turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292488608323262434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SXKyWTTo1-I/AAAAAAAAADE/gZZksU_lUIA/s320/06050704PD_box_turtle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A turtle family decided to go on a picnic. Turtles, being naturally slow about things, took seven years to prepare for their outing. Finally the turtle family left home looking for a suitable place. During the second year of their journey they found a place ideal for them at last!For about six months they cleaned the area, unpacked the picnic basket, and completed the arrangements. Then they discovered they had forgotten the salt. A picnic without salt would be a disaster, they all agreed.After a lengthy discussion, the youngest turtle was chosen to retrieve the salt from home. Although he was the fastest of the slow moving turtles, the little turtle whined, cried, and wobbled in his shell. He agreed to go on one condition: that no one would eat until he returned. The family consented and the little turtle left.Three years passed and the little turtle had not returned. Five years...six years... then on the seventh year of his absence, the oldest turtle could no longer contain his hunger. He announced that he was going to eat and begun to unwrap a sandwich. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that point the little turtle suddenly popped out from behind a tree shouting, 'See! I knew you wouldn't wait.Now I am not going to go get the salt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Moral of the story:Some of us waste our time waiting for people to live up to our expectations.We are so concerned about what others are doing that we don't do anything ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-6315181112321356498?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/6315181112321356498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=6315181112321356498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/6315181112321356498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/6315181112321356498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-of-turtle.html' title='THE STORY OF TURTLE'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SXKyWTTo1-I/AAAAAAAAADE/gZZksU_lUIA/s72-c/06050704PD_box_turtle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-788511117919440691</id><published>2009-01-02T17:21:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:13:34.862+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTHER&apos;S SACRIFICE'/><title type='text'>MOTHER'S SACRIFICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SV4CXXX3sRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0NpAMfYJ8As/s1600-h/2006040106630501.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment. My mom ran a small shop at a flea market. She collected little weeds and such to sell... anything for the money we needed she was such an embarrassment. There was this one day during elementary school.I remember that it was field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed.How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school...'Your mom only has one eye?!' and they taunted me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to my mom, 'Mom, why don't you have the other eye?! You're only going to make me a laughingstock. Why don't you just die?' My mom did not respond. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I'd wanted to say all this time.Maybe it was because my mom hadn't punished me, but I didn't think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night...I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I'm living happily as a successful man. I like it here because it's a place that doesn't remind me of my mom.This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see me 'What?! Who's this?!' ...It was my mother...Still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom's eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I asked her, 'Who are you? I don't know you!!!' as if I tried to make that real. I screamed at her 'How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!' And to this, my mother quietly answered, 'oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,' and she disappeared. Thank good ness... she doesn't recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn't going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.Then a wave of relief came upon me...one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lied to my wife saying that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house...just out of curiosity there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand.... it was a letter to me.She wrote:My son...I think my life has been long enough now. And... I won't visit Seoul anymore... but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much. And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school.... For you... I'm sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you.You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye... so I gave you mine...I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. The couple times that you were angry with me. I thought to myself, 'it's because he loves me.' I miss the times when you were still young around me.I miss you so much. I love you. You mean the world to me.My world shattered!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I cried for the person who lived for me... My Mother &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-788511117919440691?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/788511117919440691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=788511117919440691' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/788511117919440691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/788511117919440691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/01/mothers-sacrifice.html' title='MOTHER&apos;S SACRIFICE'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-3428334609416965448</id><published>2009-01-02T16:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:13:41.508+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUT THE GLASS DOWN EVERYDAY'/><title type='text'>PUT THE GLASS DOWN EVERYDAY</title><content type='html'>A professor began his class by holding up a glass with some water in it. He held it up for all to see &amp;amp; asked the students, 'How much do you think this glass weighs?'.... '50 gms!' .... '100 gms!' ......'125 gms' ......the students answered.'I really don't know unless I weigh it,' said the professor, 'but, my question is: What would happen if I held it up like this for a few minutes?' ''Nothing' the students said. 'Ok what would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?' the professor asked. 'Your arm would begin to ache' said one of the students. 'You're right, now what would happen if I held it for a day?' ''Your arm could go numb, you might have severe muscle stress &amp;amp; paralysis &amp;amp; have to go to hospital for sure!' ventured another student &amp;amp; all the students laughed. 'Very good. But during all this, did the weight of the glass change?' asked the professor.'No' , said the students in one voice!'Then what caused the arm ache &amp;amp; the muscle stress?' The students were puzzled.'Put the glass down!' said one of the students.Exactly! ' said the professor.' Life's problems are something like this. Hold it for a few minutes in your head &amp;amp; they seem OK. Think of them for a long time &amp;amp; they begin to ache. Hold it even longer &amp;amp; they begin to paralyze you. You will not be able to do anything.'It's important to think of the challenges (problems) in your life, but EVEN MORE IMPORTANT to 'put them down' at the end of every day before you go to sleep. That way, you are not stressed, you wake up every day fresh &amp;amp; strong &amp;amp; can handle any issue, any challenge that comes your way!'So, remember to PUT THE GLASS DOWN TODAY...EVERYDAY. .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-3428334609416965448?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3428334609416965448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=3428334609416965448' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3428334609416965448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3428334609416965448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/01/put-glass-down-everyday.html' title='PUT THE GLASS DOWN EVERYDAY'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-1214781122016317329</id><published>2009-01-02T16:27:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:14:08.177+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE PRAYER'/><title type='text'>THE PRAYER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SV34yMVu7JI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ArKs84zHIZc/s1600-h/man_praying_on_one_knee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286655078792359058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SV34yMVu7JI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ArKs84zHIZc/s320/man_praying_on_one_knee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two of the men on it were able to swim to a small, desert like island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two survivors, not knowing what else to do, agreed that they had no other recourse but to pray to God. However, to find out whose prayer was more powerful, they agreed to divide the territory between them and stay on opposite sides of the island. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing they prayed for was food. The next morning, the first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the land, and he was able to eat its fruit. The other man's parcel of land remained barren. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a week, the first man was lonely and he decided to pray for a wife. The next day, another ship was wrecked, and the only survivor was a woman who swam to his side of the land. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other side of the island, there was nothing. Soon the first man prayed for a house, clothes, more food. The next day, all of these were given to him. However, the second man still had nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, the first man prayed for a ship, so that he and his wife could leave the island. In the morning, he found a ship docked at his side of the island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first man boarded the ship with his wife and decided to leave the second man on the island. He considered the other man unworthy to receive God's blessings, since none of his prayers had been answered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the ship was about to leave, the first man heard a voice from Heaven booming, "Why are you leaving your companion on the island?" "My blessings are mine alone, since I was the one who prayed for them," the first man answered. "His prayers were all unanswered and so he does not deserve anything." "You are mistaken!" the voice rebuked him. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had only one prayer, which I answered. If not for that, you would not have received any of my blessings. "Tell me," the first man asked the voice, "What did he pray for that I should owe him anything?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"He prayed that all your prayers be answered."&lt;/strong&gt; For all we know, our blessings are not the fruits of our prayers alone, but those of another praying for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-1214781122016317329?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/1214781122016317329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=1214781122016317329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/1214781122016317329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/1214781122016317329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2009/01/prayer.html' title='THE PRAYER'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SV34yMVu7JI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ArKs84zHIZc/s72-c/man_praying_on_one_knee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-7474695399850617376</id><published>2008-12-18T14:21:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:14:40.598+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTIVATING SHAYARI'/><title type='text'>motivating shayari for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SUoQlc5LrfI/AAAAAAAAACs/9qB16Z3RCVw/s1600-h/whirlpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281051748642565618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SUoQlc5LrfI/AAAAAAAAACs/9qB16Z3RCVw/s320/whirlpool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Toofaan kar raha tha mere azm ka tawaaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Duniya samajh rahi thi ke kashti bhanwar mein hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALLAMA IQBAL&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/6008872733276491037-7474695399850617376?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/7474695399850617376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=7474695399850617376' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/7474695399850617376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/7474695399850617376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/12/motivating-shayari-for-day.html' title='motivating shayari for the day'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SUoQlc5LrfI/AAAAAAAAACs/9qB16Z3RCVw/s72-c/whirlpool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-542293581030599744</id><published>2008-12-15T20:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:15:03.856+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEING A LAKE'/><title type='text'>BEING A LAKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SUZ1cvSZF2I/AAAAAAAAACk/d3HpnWlOEGM/s1600-h/Water_surface_lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280036749728880482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SUZ1cvSZF2I/AAAAAAAAACk/d3HpnWlOEGM/s320/Water_surface_lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The old Master instructed the unhappy young man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water and then to drink it. "How does it taste?" the Master asked."Awful," spat the apprentice.The Master chuckled and then asked the young man to take another handful of salt and put it in the lake. The two walked in silence to the nearby lake and when the apprentice swirled his handful of salt into the lake, the old man said, "Now drink from the lake."As the water dripped down the young man's chin, the Master asked, "How does it taste?" "Good!" remarked the apprentice. "Do you taste the salt?" asked the Master. "No," said the young man.The Master sat beside this troubled young man, took his hands, and said,"The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain in life remains the same, exactly the same. But the amount we taste the 'pain' depends on the container we put it into.So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things ..... Stop being a glass. Become a lake!"&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;When somebody criticizes you don't worry, Stones are generally thrown only at tree full of fruits !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-542293581030599744?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/542293581030599744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=542293581030599744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/542293581030599744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/542293581030599744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/12/being-lake.html' title='BEING A LAKE'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SUZ1cvSZF2I/AAAAAAAAACk/d3HpnWlOEGM/s72-c/Water_surface_lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-200652350749561699</id><published>2008-12-15T20:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:15:30.955+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE STORY OF CHALLENGES'/><title type='text'>THE STORY OF CHALLENGES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SUZz1otyn-I/AAAAAAAAACc/g0523nxJ5Fk/s1600-h/FISH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280034978438225890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SUZz1otyn-I/AAAAAAAAACc/g0523nxJ5Fk/s320/FISH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Japanese have always loved fresh fish. But the water close to Japan has not held many fish for decades. So to feed the Japanese population, fishing boats got bigger and went farther than ever. The farther the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring the fish. If the return trip took more time, the fish were not fresh. To solve this problem, fish companies installed freezers on their boats. They would catch the fish and freeze them at sea. Freezers allowed the boats to go farther and stay longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the Japanese could taste the difference between fresh and frozen fish. And they did not like the taste of frozen fish. The frozen fish brought a lower price. So, fishing companies installed fish tanks. They would catch the fish and stuff them in the tanks, fin to fin. After a little thrashing around, they were tired, dull, and lost their fresh-fish taste. The fishing industry faced an impending crisis! But today, they get fresh-tasting fish to Japan. How did they manage? To keep the fish tasting fresh, the Japanese fishing companies still put the fish in the tanks but with a small shark. The fish are challenged and hence are constantly on the move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The challenge they face keeps them alive and fresh! Have you realized that some of us are also living in a pond but most of the time tired and dull? Basically in our lives, sharks are new challenges to keep us active. If you are steadily conquering challenges, you are happy. Your challenges keep you energized. Don't create success and revel in it in a state of inertia. You have the resources, skills and abilities to make a difference. Put a shark in your tank and see how far you can really go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-200652350749561699?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/200652350749561699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=200652350749561699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/200652350749561699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/200652350749561699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/12/story-of-challenges.html' title='THE STORY OF CHALLENGES'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SUZz1otyn-I/AAAAAAAAACc/g0523nxJ5Fk/s72-c/FISH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-4153919294755676010</id><published>2008-11-09T17:08:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:16:11.348+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WEALTH SUCCESS AND LOVE'/><title type='text'>WEALTH SUCCESS AND LOVE</title><content type='html'>A woman came out of her house and saw three old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them.&lt;br /&gt;Then she said, "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;""Is the man of the house home?", they asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No," she said. "He's out.&lt;br /&gt;""Then we cannot come in," they replied.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;So, he said, "Go tell them I'm home, and invite them in!"&lt;br /&gt;The woman went out and invited the men in."We do not go into a house together," they replied."Why is that?"&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to know.&lt;br /&gt;One of the old men explained. "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and pointing to another one he said, "This man is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now, go and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."The woman went in and told her husband what was said.&lt;br /&gt;Her husband was over-joyed. "How nice!" he said. "Since that's the case, let us invite in Wealth. Let him come in and fill our home with wealth!"His wife disagreed. "Why don't we invite Success?"But, their daughter was listening from the corner of the room. She jumped in with her own suggestion. "Wouldn't it be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"The wife agreed. "Then, let us heed our daughter's advice," said the husband to his wife. "Go out and invite Love in to be our guest.&lt;br /&gt;"The woman went out and asked the three old men, "Which one of you is Love?&lt;br /&gt;Please come in and be our guest." Love got up and started walking toward the house.&lt;br /&gt;Then the other two also got up and followed him.Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success, "I only invited in Love, as you directed. Why are you all coming in?"The old men replied together, "If you had invited only Wealth or Success, the other two of us would have stayed. However, since you invited Love... wherever He goes, we go with him... because wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-4153919294755676010?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/4153919294755676010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=4153919294755676010' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/4153919294755676010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/4153919294755676010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/11/wealth-success-and-love.html' title='WEALTH SUCCESS AND LOVE'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-2274005018975047594</id><published>2008-11-09T16:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:16:40.941+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Trouble Tree'/><title type='text'>The Trouble Tree</title><content type='html'>I hired a carpenter to help me restore an old farmhouse. He had a rough first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit, and now his ancient pickup truck refused to start. While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence.&lt;br /&gt;On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of some branches with both hands. As he opened the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier. "Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied. "I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children. So, I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning I pick them up again." Then he smiled and said, "Funny thing is, when I come out in the morning to pick 'em up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-2274005018975047594?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/2274005018975047594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=2274005018975047594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/2274005018975047594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/2274005018975047594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/11/trouble-tree.html' title='The Trouble Tree'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-3976117368658822747</id><published>2008-11-09T16:36:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:17:09.204+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Value of Time'/><title type='text'>The Value of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SRbFTJPpCcI/AAAAAAAAACU/OijwrP-zC7o/s1600-h/j0400129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266613746946083266" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SRbFTJPpCcI/AAAAAAAAACU/OijwrP-zC7o/s320/j0400129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who missed the train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To realize the value of ONE-SECOND, ask a person who just avoided an accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal in the Olympics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treasure every moment you have! TREASURE EVERY MOMENT YOU HAVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-3976117368658822747?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3976117368658822747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=3976117368658822747' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3976117368658822747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3976117368658822747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/11/value-of-time.html' title='The Value of Time'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SRbFTJPpCcI/AAAAAAAAACU/OijwrP-zC7o/s72-c/j0400129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-5738155522628244937</id><published>2008-11-05T19:09:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:18:35.242+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BARACK OBAMA'/><title type='text'>BARACK OBAMA`S VICTORY SPEECH (INSPIRING) FULL TEXT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SRGkJ65YCBI/AAAAAAAAACM/LIIouxn1Llo/s1600-h/obama_victory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265169929708505106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SRGkJ65YCBI/AAAAAAAAACM/LIIouxn1Llo/s320/obama_victory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHANGE HAS COME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.&lt;br /&gt;It's the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen; by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the very first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different; that their voices could be that difference.&lt;br /&gt;It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled - Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been just a collection of individuals or a collection of Red States and Blue States: we are, and always will be, the United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;It's the answer that led those who have been told for so long by so many to be cynical, and fearful, and doubtful of what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this day, in this election, at this defining moment, change has come to America. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little bit earlier this evening I received an extraordinarily gracious call from Senator McCain. He fought long and hard in this campaign, and he's fought even longer and harder for the country he loves. He has endured sacrifices for America that most of us cannot begin to imagine. We are better off for the service rendered by this brave and selfless leader.&lt;br /&gt;I congratulate him, I congratulate Governor Palin, for all they have achieved, and I look forward to working with them to renew this nation's promise in the months ahead.&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank my partner in this journey, a man who campaigned from his heart and spoke for the men and women he grew up with on the streets of Scranton and rode with on that train home to Delaware, the vice-president-elect of the United States, Joe Biden.&lt;br /&gt;And I would not be standing here tonight without the unyielding support of my best friend for the last 16 years, the rock of our family, the love of my life, the nation's next first lady, Michelle Obama. Sasha and Malia, I love you both more than you can imagine, and you have earned the new puppy that's coming with us to the White House.&lt;br /&gt;And while she's no longer with us, I know my grandmother is watching, along with the family that made me who I am. I miss them tonight, and know that my debt to them is beyond measure. To my sister Maya, my sister Auma, all my other brothers and sisters - thank you so much for all the support you have given me. I am grateful to them.&lt;br /&gt;To my campaign manager David Plouffe, the unsung hero of this campaign, who built the best political campaign in the history of the United States of America. My chief strategist David Axelrod, who has been a partner with me every step of the way, and to the best campaign team ever assembled in the history of politics - you made this happen, and I am forever grateful for what you've sacrificed to get it done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But above all, I will never forget who this victory truly belongs to - it belongs to you.&lt;br /&gt;I was never the likeliest candidate for this office. We didn't start with much money or many endorsements. Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington - it began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston.&lt;br /&gt;It was built by working men and women who dug into what little savings they had to give $5 and $10 and $20 to the cause.&lt;br /&gt;It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation's apathy; who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep; it grew strength from the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on the doors of perfect strangers; from the millions of Americans who volunteered, and organised, and proved that more than two centuries later, a government of the people, by the people and for the people has not perished from the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;This is your victory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you didn't do this just to win an election and I know you didn't do it for me. You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime - two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century.&lt;br /&gt;Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us.&lt;br /&gt;There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after their children fall asleep and wonder how they'll make the mortgage, or pay their doctor's bills, or save enough for their child's college education. There is new energy to harness and new jobs to be created; new schools to build and threats to meet and alliances to repair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even in one term, but America - I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there. I promise you - we as a people will get there.&lt;br /&gt;There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won't agree with every decision or policy I make as president, and we know that government can't solve every problem. But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree.&lt;br /&gt;And above all, I will ask you to join in the work of remaking this nation the only way it's been done in America for 221 years - block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What began 21 months ago in the depths of winter cannot end on this autumn night. This victory alone is not the change we seek - it is only the chance for us to make that change. And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were. It cannot happen without you, without a new spirit of service, a new spirit of sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism; of service and responsibility where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves, but each other. Let us remember that if this financial crisis taught us anything, it's that we cannot have a thriving Wall Street while Main Street suffers - in this country, we rise or fall as one nation; as one people.&lt;br /&gt;Let us resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long. Let us remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House - a party founded on the values of self-reliance, individual liberty, and national unity.&lt;br /&gt;Those are values that we all share, and while the Democratic Party has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress. As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours: "We are not enemies, but friends… though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection."&lt;br /&gt;And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn - I may not have won your vote tonight, but I hear your voices, I need your help, and I will be your president too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to all those watching tonight from beyond our shores, from parliaments and palaces to those who are huddled around radios in the forgotten corners of the world - our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared, and a new dawn of American leadership is at hand.&lt;br /&gt;To those who would tear the world down - we will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security - we support you.&lt;br /&gt;And to all those who have wondered if America's beacon still burns as bright - tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity and unyielding hope.&lt;br /&gt;For that is the true genius of America - that America can change. Our union can be perfected. And what we have already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one that's on my mind tonight is about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. She's a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing - Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old.&lt;br /&gt;She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldn't vote for two reasons - because she was a woman and because of the colour of her skin.&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, I think about all that she's seen throughout her century in America - the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can't, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes, we can.&lt;br /&gt;At a time when women's voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes, we can.&lt;br /&gt;When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs and a new sense of common purpose. Yes, we can.&lt;br /&gt;When the bombs fell on our harbour and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes, we can.&lt;br /&gt;She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that "we shall overcome". Yes, we can.&lt;br /&gt;A man touched down on the Moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination. And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change. Yes, we can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves - if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made?&lt;br /&gt;This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment.&lt;br /&gt;This is our time - to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth - that out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope, and where we are met with cynicism and doubt, and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: yes, we can.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God bless you, and may God bless the United States of America. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-5738155522628244937?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/5738155522628244937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=5738155522628244937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/5738155522628244937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/5738155522628244937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/11/barack-obamas-victory-speech-inspiring.html' title='BARACK OBAMA`S VICTORY SPEECH (INSPIRING) FULL TEXT'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SRGkJ65YCBI/AAAAAAAAACM/LIIouxn1Llo/s72-c/obama_victory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-3607267510516491017</id><published>2008-10-31T16:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:20:06.390+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiring thought'/><title type='text'>inspiring thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream .Discover &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-3607267510516491017?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3607267510516491017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=3607267510516491017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3607267510516491017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3607267510516491017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/inspiring-thought.html' title='inspiring thought'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-6111172783707184739</id><published>2008-10-30T09:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:47:14.328+05:30</updated><title type='text'>writing ur hurts on sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SQk1FAgF8EI/AAAAAAAAAB8/PJz64sbIUhs/s1600-h/sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262795999709360194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SQk1FAgF8EI/AAAAAAAAAB8/PJz64sbIUhs/s200/sand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SQk1FRKUh6I/AAAAAAAAACE/KQ9ULLIGQ-0/s1600-h/Writing_Stone_Prov_Pk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262796004181444514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SQk1FRKUh6I/AAAAAAAAACE/KQ9ULLIGQ-0/s200/Writing_Stone_Prov_Pk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one, who had been slapped, got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After the friend recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us, we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND, AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE&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/6008872733276491037-6111172783707184739?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/6111172783707184739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=6111172783707184739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/6111172783707184739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/6111172783707184739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/writing-ur-hurts-on-sand.html' title='writing ur hurts on sand'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SQk1FAgF8EI/AAAAAAAAAB8/PJz64sbIUhs/s72-c/sand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-3093902736801268264</id><published>2008-10-24T13:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:20:33.579+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BUILDING A HOUSE'/><title type='text'>BUILDING A HOUSE</title><content type='html'>An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer-contractor of his plans to leave the house-building business to live a more leisurely life with his wife and enjoy his extended family. He would miss the paycheck each week, but he wanted to retire. They could get by.&lt;br /&gt;The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go &amp;amp; asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter said yes, but over time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end a dedicated career&lt;br /&gt;When the carpenter finished his work, his employer came to inspect the house. Then he handed the front-door key to the carpenter and said, "This is your house... my gift to you."&lt;br /&gt;The carpenter was shocked! What a shame! If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently.&lt;br /&gt;So it is with us. We build our lives, a day at a time, often putting less than our best into the building. Then, with a shock, we realize we have to live in the house we have built. If we could do it over, we would do it much differently.&lt;br /&gt;But, you cannot go back. You are the carpenter, and every day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. Someone once said, "Life is a do-it-yourself project." Your attitude, and the choices you make today, help build the "house" you will live in tomorrow. Therefore, Build wisely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-3093902736801268264?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3093902736801268264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=3093902736801268264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3093902736801268264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3093902736801268264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/building-house.html' title='BUILDING A HOUSE'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-6288273811931962972</id><published>2008-10-23T13:45:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:20:58.870+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SEVEN WONDERS OF THE WORLD'/><title type='text'>SEVEN WONDERS OF THE WORLD</title><content type='html'>High school students were studying the Seven Wonders of the World. At the end of the lesson, the students were asked to list what they considered to be the Seven Wonders of the World. Though there was some disagreement, the following received the most votes:&lt;br /&gt;1. Egypt's Great Pyramids&lt;br /&gt;2. The Taj Mahal in India&lt;br /&gt;3. The Grand Canyon in Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;4.The Panama Canal.&lt;br /&gt;5. The Empire State Building.&lt;br /&gt;6. St. Peter's Basilica.&lt;br /&gt;7. China's Great Wall.&lt;br /&gt;While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one student, a quiet girl, hadn't turned in her paper yet. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. The quiet girl replied, "Yes, a little. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many." The teacher said, "Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help."&lt;br /&gt;The girl hesitated, then read, "I think the Seven Wonders of the World are&lt;br /&gt;1. to touch...&lt;br /&gt;2. to taste...&lt;br /&gt;3. to see...&lt;br /&gt;4. to hear... (She hesitated a little, and then added...)&lt;br /&gt;5. to feel...&lt;br /&gt;6. to laugh...&lt;br /&gt;7. and to love.&lt;br /&gt;The room was so quiet, you could have heard a pin drop. May this story serve as a gentle reminder to all of us that the things we overlook as simple and ordinary are often the most wonderful - and we don't have to travel anywhere special to experience them.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your gifts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-6288273811931962972?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/6288273811931962972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=6288273811931962972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/6288273811931962972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/6288273811931962972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/seven-wonders-of-world.html' title='SEVEN WONDERS OF THE WORLD'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-5371688206374422406</id><published>2008-10-20T12:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:21:22.770+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE STORY OF AN ELEPHANT'/><title type='text'>THE STORY OF AN ELEPHANT</title><content type='html'>When still a baby, the elephant is tethered by a very thick rope to a stake firmly hammered into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;The elephant tries several times to get free, but it lacks the strength to do so. After some time, the animal gives up trying, believing that it cannot be free.&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the trainer changes the thick rope to a thin one but the elephant makes no attempt to run away. Even when the elephant reaches adulthood, it continues to be tethered by a thin rope, reconciled to its captivity.&lt;br /&gt;As WE grow up and gain experience, WE absorb assumptions which then drive your life and limit OUR choices. They are similar to the elephant’s thin rope tied to a post WE can break away from them with a simple tug if WE want to but WE don’t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-5371688206374422406?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/5371688206374422406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=5371688206374422406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/5371688206374422406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/5371688206374422406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/story-of-elephant.html' title='THE STORY OF AN ELEPHANT'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-462704062675626426</id><published>2008-10-20T11:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:03:34.100+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PEACE'/><title type='text'>PEACE</title><content type='html'>There once was a king who offered a prize to the artistwho would paint the best picture of peace. Many artiststried. The king looked at all the pictures. But therewere only two he really liked, and he had to choose between them.&lt;br /&gt;One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for peaceful towering mountains all aroundit. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect picture of peace.&lt;br /&gt;The other picture had mountains, too. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky, from which rain fell and in which lightning played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all.&lt;br /&gt;But when the king looked closely, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird had built her nest. There, in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest - in perfect peace.&lt;br /&gt;Which picture do you think won the prize? The king chose the second picture. Do you know why?&lt;br /&gt;"Because," explained the king, "peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart. That is the real meaning of peace."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-462704062675626426?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/462704062675626426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=462704062675626426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/462704062675626426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/462704062675626426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/peace.html' title='PEACE'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-2544483391556252566</id><published>2008-10-19T14:26:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:04:10.708+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COCOON'/><title type='text'>COCOON</title><content type='html'>A man found a cocoon of a butterfly, and he brought it home. One day, a small opening appeared in the cocoon.&lt;br /&gt;The man sat and watched the cocoon for several hours as the butterfly struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making progress. It appeared as if the butterfly had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no farther.&lt;br /&gt;The man decided to help the butterfly in its struggle. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the co coon...&lt;br /&gt;and the butterfly emerged easily.&lt;br /&gt;As the butterfly emerged, the man was surprised. It had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. He continued to watch the butterfly expectating that, at any moment, the wings would dry out, enlarge, and expand to support the swollen body. He knew that in time the body would contract, and the butterfly would be able to fly...&lt;br /&gt;but neither happened!&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the butterfly spend the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings.&lt;br /&gt;What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle were required for the butterfly to be able to fly.&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly must push its way through the tiny opening to force the fluid from its body and wings. Only by struggling through the opening can the butterfly's wings be ready for flight once it emerges from the cocoon.Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If god allowed us to go through life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been... and we could never fly!Spread your wings and prepare to fly,For you have become a butterfly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-2544483391556252566?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/2544483391556252566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=2544483391556252566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/2544483391556252566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/2544483391556252566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/cocoon.html' title='COCOON'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-6936464187276734431</id><published>2008-10-19T14:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:05:18.331+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A BANK ACCOUNT'/><title type='text'>A BANK ACCOUNT</title><content type='html'>Imagine there is a bank, which credits your account each morning with Rs 86,400, carries over no balance from day to day, allows you to keep no cash balance, and every eveningcancels whatever part of the amount you had failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every pence, of course!&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone has such a bank. Its name is Time.&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have&lt;br /&gt;failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the records of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours.&lt;br /&gt;There is no going back. There is no drawing against the "tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, there is never not enough time or too much time. Time management is decided by us alone and nobody else. It is never the case of us not having enough time to do things, but the case of whether we want to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-6936464187276734431?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/6936464187276734431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=6936464187276734431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/6936464187276734431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/6936464187276734431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/bank-account.html' title='A BANK ACCOUNT'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-25431508351115215</id><published>2008-10-19T13:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:06:58.683+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A MOTIVATING THOUGHT'/><title type='text'>Thought of the day</title><content type='html'>"There are only two ways of spreading light - to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it."Edith Wharton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-25431508351115215?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/25431508351115215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=25431508351115215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/25431508351115215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/25431508351115215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/thought-of-day_19.html' title='Thought of the day'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-8290648826194606095</id><published>2008-10-18T11:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:07:53.462+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BRICKS'/><title type='text'>BRICKS</title><content type='html'>About ten years ago, a young and very successful executive named Josh was traveling down a Chicago neighborhood street. He was going a bit too fast in his sleek, black, 12 cylinder Jaguar XKE, which was only two months old.&lt;br /&gt;He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no child darted out, but a brick sailed out and - WHUMP! - it smashed Into the Jag's shiny black side door! SCREECH..!!!! Brakes slammed! Gears ground into reverse, and tires madly spun the Jaguar back to the spot from where the brick had been thrown. Josh jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid and pushed him up against a parked car. He shouted at the kid, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing?!" Building up a head of steam, he went on. "That's my new Jag, that brick you threw is gonna cost you a lot of money. Why did you throw it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Please, mister, please. . . I'm sorry! I didn't know what else to do!" Pleaded the youngster. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop!" Tears were dripping down the boy's chin as he pointed around the parked car. "It's my brother, mister," he said. "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up." Sobbing, the boy asked the executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."&lt;br /&gt;Moved beyond words, the young executive tried desperately to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. Straining, he lifted the young man back into the wheelchair and took out his handkerchief and wiped the scrapes and cuts, checking to see that everything was going to be OK. He then watched the younger brother push him down the sidewalk toward their home.&lt;br /&gt;It was a long walk back to the sleek, black, shining, 12 cylinder Jaguar XKE -a long and slow walk. Josh never did fix the side door of his Jaguar. He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at him to get his attention. . . Some bricks are softer than others. Feel for the bricks of life coming at to you. For all the negative things we have to say to ourselves, God has positive answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-8290648826194606095?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/8290648826194606095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=8290648826194606095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/8290648826194606095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/8290648826194606095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/bricks.html' title='BRICKS'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-1348331468043178311</id><published>2008-10-18T10:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:04:40.392+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THINGS AREN`T ALWAYS WHAT THEY SEEM</title><content type='html'>Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family. The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guest room. Instead the angels were given a space in the cold basement.&lt;br /&gt;As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it. When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied... "Things aren't always what they seem".&lt;br /&gt;The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife. After sharing what little food they had the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night's rest. When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears. Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field.&lt;br /&gt;The younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel "how could you have let this happen!? The first man had everything, yet you helped him," she accused. "The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you let their cow die."&lt;br /&gt;"Things aren't always what they seem," the older angel replied. "When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall. Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't find it. Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the angel of death came for his wife. I gave her the cow instead. Things aren't always what they seem."&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this is exactly what happens when things don't turn out the way they should. If you have faith, you just need to trust that every outcome is always to your advantage. You might not know it until some time later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-1348331468043178311?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/1348331468043178311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=1348331468043178311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/1348331468043178311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/1348331468043178311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-arentalways-what-they-seem.html' title='THINGS AREN`T ALWAYS WHAT THEY SEEM'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-8387494328317917066</id><published>2008-10-17T11:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:56:10.657+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MOST INSPIRING (LETTER OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN TO HIS SONS SCHOOL TEACHER)</title><content type='html'>He will have to learn, I know,that all men are not just,all men are not true.&lt;br /&gt;But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero;that for every selfish Politician,there is a dedicated leader…&lt;br /&gt;Teach him for every enemy there is a friend,Steer him away from envy,if you can,&lt;br /&gt;Teach him the secret of quiet laughter.Let him learn early that the bullies are the easiest to lick…&lt;br /&gt;Teach him, if you can,the wonder of books…But also give him quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky,bees in the sun,and the flowers on a green hillside.&lt;br /&gt;In the school teach him it is far more honorable to fail than to cheat…&lt;br /&gt;Teach him to have faith in his own ideas,even if everyone tells him they are wrong…&lt;br /&gt;Teach him to be gentle with gentle people,and tough with the tough.&lt;br /&gt;Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when everyone is getting on the band wagon…&lt;br /&gt;Teach him to listen to all men…but teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth,and take only the good that comes through.&lt;br /&gt;Teach him if you can,how to laugh when he is sad…&lt;br /&gt;Teach him there is no shame in tears,&lt;br /&gt;Teach him to scoff at cynics and to beware of too much sweetness…&lt;br /&gt;Teach him to sell his brawn and brain to the highest bidders but never to put a price-tag on his heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;Teach him to close his ears to a howling mob and to stand and fight if he thinks he’s right.&lt;br /&gt;Treat him gently,but do not cuddle him,because only the test of fire makes fine steel.&lt;br /&gt;Let him have the courage to be impatient…let him have the patience to be brave.&lt;br /&gt;Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself,because then he will have sublime faith in mankind.&lt;br /&gt;This is a big order,but see what you can do…He is such a fine little fellow,my son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-8387494328317917066?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/8387494328317917066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-7262764149327296335</id><published>2008-10-17T11:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:43:39.814+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the Day</title><content type='html'>" Encourage someone today. Be an Angel to somebody today. Be a Blessing to those who deserve it and those who do not, because you may never know whose life you are turning around. Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-7262764149327296335?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/7262764149327296335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=7262764149327296335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/7262764149327296335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/7262764149327296335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the Day'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-1430746391257627517</id><published>2008-10-15T22:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:32:57.552+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TWO FROGS</title><content type='html'>A group of frogs were traveling through the woods, and two of them fell into a deep pit. When the other frogs saw how deep the pit was, they told the two frogs that they were as good as dead. The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit with all their might. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead. Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were saying and gave up. He fell down and died.The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could. Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and just die. He jumped even harder and finally made it out. When he got out, the other frogs said, "Did you not hear us?" The frog explained to them that he was deaf. He thought they were encouraging him the entire time.This story teaches two lessons:1. There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it through the day.2. A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes to kill them.Be careful of what you say. Speak life to those who cross your path. The power of words... it is sometimes hard to understand that an encouraging word can go such a long way. Anyone can speak words that tend to rob another of the spirit to continue in difficult times. Special is the individual who will take the time to encourage another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-1430746391257627517?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/1430746391257627517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=1430746391257627517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/1430746391257627517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/1430746391257627517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-frogs.html' title='TWO FROGS'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-677218466142809014</id><published>2008-10-15T22:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:29:07.705+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Alexander fleming</title><content type='html'>His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to eke out a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slowand terrifying death. The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved."I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life.""No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied, waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel."Is that your son?" the nobleman asked. "Yes," the farmer replied proudly."I'll make you a deal. Let me take him and give him a good education.If the lad is anything like his father, he'll grow to a man you can be proud of."And that he did. In time, Farmer Fleming's son graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.Years afterward, the nobleman's son was stricken with pneumonia. What saved him? Penicillin.The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill.His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-677218466142809014?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/677218466142809014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=677218466142809014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/677218466142809014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/677218466142809014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/alexander-fleming.html' title='Alexander fleming'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-4759976712482706073</id><published>2008-10-15T22:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:27:29.154+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BAD TEMPER</title><content type='html'>There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.The first day, the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave ascar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-4759976712482706073?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/4759976712482706073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=4759976712482706073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/4759976712482706073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/4759976712482706073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-temper.html' title='BAD TEMPER'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-1964609243424049461</id><published>2008-10-11T20:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:15:32.998+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GREAT INSPIRING STORY</title><content type='html'>A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed.As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.They talked about so many things and various subjects.When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said:"I don't believe that God exists." "Why do you say that?" asked the customer. "Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people?Would there be abandoned children?If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain.I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things."The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument.The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt.The customer turned back and entered the barber shop againand he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist.""How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. "I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!""No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside.""Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when peopledo not come to me." "Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't lookto Him for help. That's! why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-1964609243424049461?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/1964609243424049461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=1964609243424049461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/1964609243424049461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/1964609243424049461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-inspiring-story.html' title='GREAT INSPIRING STORY'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-8603434137119606352</id><published>2008-10-11T19:37:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-11T19:51:04.739+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IF Rudyard Kipling</title><content type='html'>If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you,&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you but make allowance for their doubting too,&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don't deal in lies, or being hated, don't give way to hating, and yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream-and not make dreams your master,&lt;br /&gt;if you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;if you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two impostors just the same;&lt;br /&gt;if you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, and lose, and start again at your beginnings and never breathe a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;if you can force your heart and nerve and sinewto serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, or walk with kings-nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;&lt;br /&gt;if all men count with you, but none too much,&lt;br /&gt; if you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-8603434137119606352?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/8603434137119606352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=8603434137119606352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/8603434137119606352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/8603434137119606352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-rudyard-kipling.html' title='IF Rudyard Kipling'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-447446156898988789</id><published>2008-10-11T08:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-11T08:42:24.576+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE A DREAM MARTIN LUTHER KING JR</title><content type='html'>Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.&lt;br /&gt;But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity.One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.&lt;br /&gt;In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of colour are concerned. Instead of honouring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquillising drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick-sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.&lt;br /&gt;It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquillity in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.&lt;br /&gt;But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.&lt;br /&gt;We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvellous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.&lt;br /&gt;I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave-owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the colour of their skin but by the content of their character.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream today.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream today.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.&lt;br /&gt;This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."&lt;br /&gt;And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!&lt;br /&gt;Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado!Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!&lt;br /&gt;Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-447446156898988789?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/447446156898988789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=447446156898988789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/447446156898988789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/447446156898988789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-dream-martin-luther-king-jr.html' title='I HAVE A DREAM MARTIN LUTHER KING JR'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-6991008371618038774</id><published>2008-10-10T09:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:12:18.611+05:30</updated><title type='text'>shayari for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SO7PBH6uIjI/AAAAAAAAABo/15YkDQYaevo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255365433400107570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SO7PBH6uIjI/AAAAAAAAABo/15YkDQYaevo/s200/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nahi tera nasheman qasre sultani ke gumbad par, tu shaheen hai basera kar pahadoin ki chattano par.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-6991008371618038774?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/6991008371618038774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=6991008371618038774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/6991008371618038774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/6991008371618038774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/shayari-for-day_10.html' title='shayari for the day'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SO7PBH6uIjI/AAAAAAAAABo/15YkDQYaevo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-8497049969764056466</id><published>2008-10-10T08:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:02:35.789+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day</title><content type='html'>Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so you shall become. Your vision is the promise of what you shall one day be; your ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil.-- James Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-8497049969764056466?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/8497049969764056466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=8497049969764056466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/8497049969764056466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/8497049969764056466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/thought-for-day_10.html' title='Thought for the day'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-5668416136190597357</id><published>2008-10-09T20:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:00:20.698+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Napoleon Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SO4jSg1B9AI/AAAAAAAAABg/HJ_PRnvFCZg/s1600-h/PS%2520-%2520HG%2520Nr%2520B3%2520Mint%2520Envelope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255176616144925698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SO4jSg1B9AI/AAAAAAAAABg/HJ_PRnvFCZg/s200/PS%2520-%2520HG%2520Nr%2520B3%2520Mint%2520Envelope.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most interesting thing about a postage stamp is the persistence with which it sticks to its job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;              NAPOLEON HILL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-5668416136190597357?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/5668416136190597357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=5668416136190597357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/5668416136190597357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/5668416136190597357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/napoleon-hill.html' title='Napoleon Hill'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SO4jSg1B9AI/AAAAAAAAABg/HJ_PRnvFCZg/s72-c/PS%2520-%2520HG%2520Nr%2520B3%2520Mint%2520Envelope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-7845389397071934791</id><published>2008-10-09T09:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:06:11.217+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE PENCIL PARABLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SO2KKAmDTfI/AAAAAAAAABY/LyMvlQC6ar0/s1600-h/penciltalk_org_japan_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255008244774161906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SO2KKAmDTfI/AAAAAAAAABY/LyMvlQC6ar0/s200/penciltalk_org_japan_9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into the box. "There are 5 things you need to know," he told the pencil, "Before I send you out into the world. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be.""One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in Someone's hand.""Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but you'll need it to become a better pencil.""Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.""Four: The most important part of you will always be what's inside.""And Five: On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark. No matter what the condition, you must continue to write."The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the box with purpose in its heart.Now replacing the place of the pencil with you. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best person you can be. One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in God's hand. And allow other human beings to access you for the many gifts you possess.Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, by going through various problems in life, but you'll need it to become a stronger person. Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make. Four: The most important part of you will always be what's on the inside.And Five: On every surface you walk through, you must leave your mark. No matter what the situation, you must continue to do your duties.Allow this parable on the pencil to encourage you to know that you are a special person and only you can fulfill the purpose to which you were born to accomplish.Never allow yourself to get discouraged and think that your life is insignificant and cannot make a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-7845389397071934791?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/7845389397071934791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=7845389397071934791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/7845389397071934791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/7845389397071934791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/pencil-parable.html' title='THE PENCIL PARABLE'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SO2KKAmDTfI/AAAAAAAAABY/LyMvlQC6ar0/s72-c/penciltalk_org_japan_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-3634195854979241330</id><published>2008-10-09T09:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:31:43.350+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shayari for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SO2CFqaxdJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r2HE9tH3crw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254999374008775826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SO2CFqaxdJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r2HE9tH3crw/s200/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yahi andaaz hai mera samunder fateh karne ka ,meri kagazki kashti me jugnu bhi hote hain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-3634195854979241330?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3634195854979241330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=3634195854979241330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3634195854979241330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/3634195854979241330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/shayari-for-day.html' title='Shayari for the day'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SO2CFqaxdJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r2HE9tH3crw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-4483532677691529055</id><published>2008-10-09T09:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:25:32.027+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day</title><content type='html'>If I have the belief that i can do it,I shall surely acquire the capacity to do it,even if i dont have in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;                                         Mahatma Gandhi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-4483532677691529055?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/4483532677691529055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=4483532677691529055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/4483532677691529055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/4483532677691529055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/thought-for-day_09.html' title='Thought for the day'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-88973804182836134</id><published>2008-10-08T20:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:51:34.587+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MOMENTS IN LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SOzP6-C5teI/AAAAAAAAABI/3O3HX8lY0Rc/s1600-h/1750-12174~Quiet-Moments-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254803477229057506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SOzP6-C5teI/AAAAAAAAABI/3O3HX8lY0Rc/s320/1750-12174~Quiet-Moments-Posters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real!&lt;br /&gt;When the door of happiness closes, another opens; but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one, which has been opened for us.&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.&lt;br /&gt;Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.&lt;br /&gt;The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-88973804182836134?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/88973804182836134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=88973804182836134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/88973804182836134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/88973804182836134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/moments-in-life.html' title='MOMENTS IN LIFE'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SOzP6-C5teI/AAAAAAAAABI/3O3HX8lY0Rc/s72-c/1750-12174~Quiet-Moments-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-6154046458323550102</id><published>2008-10-08T12:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:15:33.736+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivating books'/><title type='text'>Seven habits of highly effective people Stephen r covey</title><content type='html'>The Seven HabitsFrom: The Seven Habits Of Highly Effective People: Restoring the Character Ethic, by Stephen R. Covey, Simon and Schuster, 1989.&lt;br /&gt;BE PROACTIVE. Between stimulus and response in human beings lies the power to choose. Productivity, then, means that we are solely responsible for what happens in our lives. No fair blaming anyone or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;BEGIN WITH THE END IN MIND. Imagine your funeral and listen to what you would like the eulogists to say about you. This should reveal exactly what matters most to you in your life. Use this frame of reference to make all your day-to-day decisions so that you are working toward your most meaningful life goals.&lt;br /&gt;PUT FIRST THINGS FIRST. To manage our lives effectively, we must keep our mission in mind, understand what's important as well as urgent, and maintain a balance between what we produce each day and our ability to produce in the future. Think of the former as putting out fires and the latter as personal development.&lt;br /&gt;THINK WIN/WIN. Agreements or solutions among people can be mutually beneficial if all parties cooperate and begin with a belief in the "third alternative": a better way that hasn't been thought of yet.&lt;br /&gt;SEEK FIRST TO BE UNDERSTANDING, THEN TO BE UNDERSTOOD. Most people don't listen. Not really. They listen long enough to devise a solution to the speaker's problem or a rejoinder to what's being said. Then they dive into the conversation. You'll be more effective in your relationships with people if you sincerely try to understand them fully before you try to make them understand your point of view.&lt;br /&gt;SYNERGIZE. Just what it sounds like. The whole is greater than the sum of its parts. In practice, this means you must use "creative cooperation" in social interactions. Value differences because it is often the clash between them that leads to creative solutions.&lt;br /&gt;SHARPEN THE SAW. This is the habit of self-renewal, which has four elements. The first is mental, which includes reading, visualizing, planning and writing. The second is spiritual, which means value clarification and commitment, study and meditation. Third is social/emotional, which includes service, empathy, synergy and intrinsic security. Finally, the physical element includes exercise, nutrition and stress management&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-6154046458323550102?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/6154046458323550102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=6154046458323550102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/6154046458323550102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/6154046458323550102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/seven-habits-of-highly-effective-people.html' title='Seven habits of highly effective people Stephen r covey'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-6621710424267388609</id><published>2008-10-08T11:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:41:52.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Motivating address of Oprah Winfrey to Standford students</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SOxO_ZLQ3oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DkA3jhjYwhE/s1600-h/com_oprahlect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254661716231380610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SOxO_ZLQ3oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DkA3jhjYwhE/s320/com_oprahlect.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, President Hennessy, and to the trustees and the faculty, to all of the parents and grandparents, to you, the Stanford graduates. Thank you for letting me share this amazing day with you.&lt;br /&gt;I need to begin by letting everyone in on a little secret. The secret is that Kirby Bumpus, Stanford Class of '08, is my goddaughter. So, I was thrilled when President Hennessy asked me to be your Commencement speaker, because this is the first time I've been allowed on campus since Kirby's been here.&lt;br /&gt;You see, Kirby's a very smart girl. She wants people to get to know her on her own terms, she says. Not in terms of who she knows. So, she never wants anyone who's first meeting her to know that I know her and she knows me. So, when she first came to Stanford for new student orientation with her mom, I hear that they arrived and everybody was so welcoming, and somebody came up to Kirby and they said, "Ohmigod, that's Gayle King!" Because a lot of people know Gayle King as my BFF [best friend forever].&lt;br /&gt;And so somebody comes up to Kirby, and they say, "Ohmigod, is that Gayle King?" And Kirby's like, "Uh-huh. She's my mom."&lt;br /&gt;And so the person says, "Ohmigod, does it mean, like, you know Oprah Winfrey?"&lt;br /&gt;And Kirby says, "Sort of."&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Sort of? You sort of know me?" Well, I have photographic proof. I have pictures which I can e-mail to you all of Kirby riding horsey with me on all fours. So, I more than sort-of know Kirby Bumpus. And I'm so happy to be here, just happy that I finally, after four years, get to see her room. There's really nowhere else I'd rather be, because I'm so proud of Kirby, who graduates today with two degrees, one in human bio and the other in psychology. Love you, Kirby Cakes! That's how well I know her. I can call her Cakes.&lt;br /&gt;And so proud of her mother and father, who helped her get through this time, and her brother, Will. I really had nothing to do with her graduating from Stanford, but every time anybody's asked me in the past couple of weeks what I was doing, I would say, "I'm getting ready to go to Stanford."&lt;br /&gt;I just love saying "Stanford." Because the truth is, I know I would have never gotten my degree at all, 'cause I didn't go to Stanford. I went to Tennessee State University. But I never would have gotten my diploma at all, because I was supposed to graduate back in 1975, but I was short one credit. And I figured, I'm just going to forget it, 'cause, you know, I'm not going to march with my class. Because by that point, I was already on television. I'd been in television since I was 19 and a sophomore. Granted, I was the only television anchor person that had an 11 o'clock curfew doing the 10 o'clock news.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, my dad was like, "Well, that news is over at 10:30. Be home by 11."&lt;br /&gt;But that didn't matter to me, because I was earning a living. I was on my way. So, I thought, I'm going to let this college thing go and I only had one credit short. But, my father, from that time on and for years after, was always on my case, because I did not graduate. He'd say, "Oprah Gail"—that's my middle name—"I don't know what you're gonna do without that degree." And I'd say, "But, Dad, I have my own television show."&lt;br /&gt;And he'd say, "Well, I still don't know what you're going to do without that degree."&lt;br /&gt;And I'd say, "But, Dad, now I'm a talk show host." He'd say, "I don't know how you're going to get another job without that degree."&lt;br /&gt;So, in 1987, Tennessee State University invited me back to speak at their commencement. By then, I had my own show, was nationally syndicated. I'd made a movie, had been nominated for an Oscar and founded my company, Harpo. But I told them, I cannot come and give a speech unless I can earn one more credit, because my dad's still saying I'm not going to get anywhere without that degree.&lt;br /&gt;So, I finished my coursework, I turned in my final paper and I got the degree.&lt;br /&gt;And my dad was very proud. And I know that, if anything happens, that one credit will be my salvation.&lt;br /&gt;But I also know why my dad was insisting on that diploma, because, as B. B. King put it, "The beautiful thing about learning is that nobody can take that away from you." And learning is really in the broadest sense what I want to talk about today, because your education, of course, isn't ending here. In many ways, it's only just begun.&lt;br /&gt;The world has so many lessons to teach you. I consider the world, this Earth, to be like a school and our life the classrooms. And sometimes here in this Planet Earth school the lessons often come dressed up as detours or roadblocks. And sometimes as full-blown crises. And the secret I've learned to getting ahead is being open to the lessons, lessons from the grandest university of all, that is, the universe itself.&lt;br /&gt;It's being able to walk through life eager and open to self-improvement and that which is going to best help you evolve, 'cause that's really why we're here, to evolve as human beings. To grow into more of ourselves, always moving to the next level of understanding, the next level of compassion and growth.&lt;br /&gt;I think about one of the greatest compliments I've ever received: I interviewed with a reporter when I was first starting out in Chicago. And then many years later, I saw the same reporter. And she said to me, "You know what? You really haven't changed. You've just become more of yourself."&lt;br /&gt;And that is really what we're all trying to do, become more of ourselves. And I believe that there's a lesson in almost everything that you do and every experience, and getting the lesson is how you move forward. It's how you enrich your spirit. And, trust me, I know that inner wisdom is more precious than wealth. The more you spend it, the more you gain.&lt;br /&gt;So, today, I just want to share a few lessons—meaning three—that I've learned in my journey so far. And aren't you glad? Don't you hate it when somebody says, "I'm going to share a few," and it's 10 lessons later? And, you're like, "Listen, this is my graduation. This is not about you." So, it's only going to be three.&lt;br /&gt;The three lessons that have had the greatest impact on my life have to do with feelings, with failure and with finding happiness.&lt;br /&gt;A year after I left college, I was given the opportunity to co-anchor the 6 o'clock news in Baltimore, because the whole goal in the media at the time I was coming up was you try to move to larger markets. And Baltimore was a much larger market than Nashville. So, getting the 6 o'clock news co-anchor job at 22 was such a big deal. It felt like the biggest deal in the world at the time.&lt;br /&gt;And I was so proud, because I was finally going to have my chance to be like Barbara Walters, which is who I had been trying to emulate since the start of my TV career. So, I was 22 years old, making $22,000 a year. And it's where I met my best friend, Gayle, who was an intern at the same TV station. And once we became friends, we'd say, "Ohmigod, I can't believe it! You're making $22,000 and you're only 22. Imagine when you're 40 and you're making $40,000!"&lt;br /&gt;When I turned 40, I was so glad that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am, 22, making $22,000 a year and, yet, it didn't feel right. It didn't feel right. The first sign, as President Hennessy was saying, was when they tried to change my name. The news director said to me at the time, "Nobody's going to remember Oprah. So, we want to change your name. We've come up with a name we think that people will remember and people will like. It's a friendly name: Suzie."&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Suzie. Very friendly. You can't be angry with Suzie. Remember Suzie. But my name wasn't Suzie. And, you know, I'd grown up not really loving my name, because when you're looking for your little name on the lunch boxes and the license plate tags, you're never going to find Oprah.&lt;br /&gt;So, I grew up not loving the name, but once I was asked to change it, I thought, well, it is my name and do I look like a Suzie to you? So, I thought, no, it doesn't feel right. I'm not going to change my name. And if people remember it or not, that's OK.&lt;br /&gt;And then they said they didn't like the way I looked. This was in 1976, when your boss could call you in and say, "I don't like the way you look." Now that would be called a lawsuit, but back then they could just say, "I don't like the way you look." Which, in case some of you in the back, if you can't tell, is nothing like Barbara Walters. So, they sent me to a salon where they gave me a perm, and after a few days all my hair fell out and I had to shave my head. And then they really didn't like the way I looked.&lt;br /&gt;Because now I am black and bald and sitting on TV. Not a pretty picture.&lt;br /&gt;But even worse than being bald, I really hated, hated, hated being sent to report on other people's tragedies as a part of my daily duty, knowing that I was just expected to observe, when everything in my instinct told me that I should be doing something, I should be lending a hand.&lt;br /&gt;So, as President Hennessy said, I'd cover a fire and then I'd go back and I'd try to give the victims blankets. And I wouldn't be able to sleep at night because of all the things I was covering during the day.&lt;br /&gt;And, meanwhile, I was trying to sit gracefully like Barbara and make myself talk like Barbara. And I thought, well, I could make a pretty goofy Barbara. And if I could figure out how to be myself, I could be a pretty good Oprah. I was trying to sound elegant like Barbara. And sometimes I didn't read my copy, because something inside me said, this should be spontaneous. So, I wanted to get the news as I was giving it to the people. So, sometimes, I wouldn't read my copy and it would be, like, six people on a pileup on I-40. Oh, my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I wouldn't read the copy—because I wanted to be spontaneous—and I'd come across a list of words I didn't know and I'd mispronounce. And one day I was reading copy and I called Canada "ca nada." And I decided, this Barbara thing's not going too well. I should try being myself.&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, my dad was saying, "Oprah Gail, this is an opportunity of a lifetime. You better keep that job." And my boss was saying, "This is the nightly news. You're an anchor, not a social worker. Just do your job."&lt;br /&gt;So, I was juggling these messages of expectation and obligation and feeling really miserable with myself. I'd go home at night and fill up my journals, 'cause I've kept a journal since I was 15—so I now have volumes of journals. So, I'd go home at night and fill up my journals about how miserable I was and frustrated. Then I'd eat my anxiety. That's where I learned that habit.&lt;br /&gt;And after eight months, I lost that job. They said I was too emotional. I was too much. But since they didn't want to pay out the contract, they put me on a talk show in Baltimore. And the moment I sat down on that show, the moment I did, I felt like I'd come home. I realized that TV could be more than just a playground, but a platform for service, for helping other people lift their lives. And the moment I sat down, doing that talk show, it felt like breathing. It felt right. And that's where everything that followed for me began.&lt;br /&gt;And I got that lesson. When you're doing the work you're meant to do, it feels right and every day is a bonus, regardless of what you're getting paid.&lt;br /&gt;It's true. And how do you know when you're doing something right? How do you know that? It feels so. What I know now is that feelings are really your GPS system for life. When you're supposed to do something or not supposed to do something, your emotional guidance system lets you know. The trick is to learn to check your ego at the door and start checking your gut instead. Every right decision I've made—every right decision I've ever made—has come from my gut. And every wrong decision I've ever made was a result of me not listening to the greater voice of myself.&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't feel right, don't do it. That's the lesson. And that lesson alone will save you, my friends, a lot of grief. Even doubt means don't. This is what I've learned. There are many times when you don't know what to do. When you don't know what to do, get still, get very still, until you do know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;And when you do get still and let your internal motivation be the driver, not only will your personal life improve, but you will gain a competitive edge in the working world as well. Because, as Daniel Pink writes in his best-seller, A Whole New Mind, we're entering a whole new age. And he calls it the Conceptual Age, where traits that set people apart today are going to come from our hearts—right brain—as well as our heads. It's no longer just the logical, linear, rules-based thinking that matters, he says. It's also empathy and joyfulness and purpose, inner traits that have transcendent worth.&lt;br /&gt;These qualities bloom when we're doing what we love, when we're involving the wholeness of ourselves in our work, both our expertise and our emotion.&lt;br /&gt;So, I say to you, forget about the fast lane. If you really want to fly, just harness your power to your passion. Honor your calling. Everybody has one. Trust your heart and success will come to you.&lt;br /&gt;So, how do I define success? Let me tell you, money's pretty nice. I'm not going to stand up here and tell you that it's not about money, 'cause money is very nice. I like money. It's good for buying things.&lt;br /&gt;But having a lot of money does not automatically make you a successful person. What you want is money and meaning. You want your work to be meaningful. Because meaning is what brings the real richness to your life. What you really want is to be surrounded by people you trust and treasure and by people who cherish you. That's when you're really rich.&lt;br /&gt;So, lesson one, follow your feelings. If it feels right, move forward. If it doesn't feel right, don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to talk a little bit about failings, because nobody's journey is seamless or smooth. We all stumble. We all have setbacks. If things go wrong, you hit a dead end—as you will—it's just life's way of saying time to change course. So, ask every failure—this is what I do with every failure, every crisis, every difficult time—I say, what is this here to teach me? And as soon as you get the lesson, you get to move on. If you really get the lesson, you pass and you don't have to repeat the class. If you don't get the lesson, it shows up wearing another pair of pants—or skirt—to give you some remedial work.&lt;br /&gt;And what I've found is that difficulties come when you don't pay attention to life's whisper, because life always whispers to you first. And if you ignore the whisper, sooner or later you'll get a scream. Whatever you resist persists. But, if you ask the right question—not why is this happening, but what is this here to teach me?—it puts you in the place and space to get the lesson you need.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Eckhart Tolle, who's written this wonderful book called A New Earth that's all about letting the awareness of who you are stimulate everything that you do, he puts it like this: He says, don't react against a bad situation; merge with that situation instead. And the solution will arise from the challenge. Because surrendering yourself doesn't mean giving up; it means acting with responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know that, as President Hennessy said, I started this school in Africa. And I founded the school, where I'm trying to give South African girls a shot at a future like yours—Stanford. And I spent five years making sure that school would be as beautiful as the students. I wanted every girl to feel her worth reflected in her surroundings. So, I checked every blueprint, I picked every pillow. I was looking at the grout in between the bricks. I knew every thread count of the sheets. I chose every girl from the villages, from nine provinces. And yet, last fall, I was faced with a crisis I had never anticipated. I was told that one of the dorm matrons was suspected of sexual abuse.&lt;br /&gt;That was, as you can imagine, devastating news. First, I cried—actually, I sobbed—for about half an hour. And then I said, let's get to it; that's all you get, a half an hour. You need to focus on the now, what you need to do now. So, I contacted a child trauma specialist. I put together a team of investigators. I made sure the girls had counseling and support. And Gayle and I got on a plane and flew to South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;And the whole time I kept asking that question: What is this here to teach me? And, as difficult as that experience has been, I got a lot of lessons. I understand now the mistakes I made, because I had been paying attention to all of the wrong things. I'd built that school from the outside in, when what really mattered was the inside out.&lt;br /&gt;So, it's a lesson that applies to all of our lives as a whole. What matters most is what's inside. What matters most is the sense of integrity, of quality and beauty. I got that lesson. And what I know is that the girls came away with something, too. They have emerged from this more resilient and knowing that their voices have power.&lt;br /&gt;And their resilience and spirit have given me more than I could ever give to them, which leads me to my final lesson—the one about finding happiness—which we could talk about all day, but I know you have other wacky things to do.&lt;br /&gt;Not a small topic this is, finding happiness. But in some ways I think it's the simplest of all. Gwendolyn Brooks wrote a poem for her children. It's called "Speech to the Young : Speech to the Progress-Toward." And she says at the end, "Live not for battles won. / Live not for the-end-of-the-song. / Live in the along." She's saying, like Eckhart Tolle, that you have to live for the present. You have to be in the moment. Whatever has happened to you in your past has no power over this present moment, because life is now.&lt;br /&gt;But I think she's also saying, be a part of something. Don't live for yourself alone. This is what I know for sure: In order to be truly happy, you must live along with and you have to stand for something larger than yourself. Because life is a reciprocal exchange. To move forward you have to give back. And to me, that is the greatest lesson of life. To be happy, you have to give something back.&lt;br /&gt;I know you know that, because that's a lesson that's woven into the very fabric of this university. It's a lesson that Jane and Leland Stanford got and one they've bequeathed to you. Because all of you know the story of how this great school came to be, how the Stanfords lost their only child to typhoid at the age of 15. They had every right and they had every reason to turn their backs against the world at that time, but instead, they channeled their grief and their pain into an act of grace. Within a year of their son's death, they had made the founding grant for this great school, pledging to do for other people's children what they were not able to do for their own boy.&lt;br /&gt;The lesson here is clear, and that is, if you're hurting, you need to help somebody ease their hurt. If you're in pain, help somebody else's pain. And when you're in a mess, you get yourself out of the mess helping somebody out of theirs. And in the process, you get to become a member of what I call the greatest fellowship of all, the sorority of compassion and the fraternity of service.&lt;br /&gt;The Stanfords had suffered the worst thing any mom and dad can ever endure, yet they understood that helping others is the way we help ourselves. And this wisdom is increasingly supported by scientific and sociological research. It's no longer just woo-woo soft-skills talk. There's actually a helper's high, a spiritual surge you gain from serving others. So, if you want to feel good, you have to go out and do some good.&lt;br /&gt;But when you do good, I hope you strive for more than just the good feeling that service provides, because I know this for sure, that doing good actually makes you better. So, whatever field you choose, if you operate from the paradigm of service, I know your life will have more value and you will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I was always happy doing my talk show, but that happiness reached a depth of fulfillment, of joy, that I really can't describe to you or measure when I stopped just being on TV and looking at TV as a job and decided to use television, to use it and not have it use me, to use it as a platform to serve my viewers. That alone changed the trajectory of my success.&lt;br /&gt;So, I know this—that whether you're an actor, you offer your talent in the way that most inspires art. If you're an anatomist, you look at your gift as knowledge and service to healing. Whether you've been called, as so many of you here today getting doctorates and other degrees, to the professions of business, law, engineering, humanities, science, medicine, if you choose to offer your skills and talent in service, when you choose the paradigm of service, looking at life through that paradigm, it turns everything you do from a job into a gift. And I know you haven't spent all this time at Stanford just to go out and get a job.&lt;br /&gt;You've been enriched in countless ways. There's no better way to make your mark on the world and to share that abundance with others. My constant prayer for myself is to be used in service for the greater good.&lt;br /&gt;So, let me end with one of my favorite quotes from Martin Luther King. Dr. King said, "Not everybody can be famous." And I don't know, but everybody today seems to want to be famous.&lt;br /&gt;But fame is a trip. People follow you to the bathroom, listen to you pee. It's just—try to pee quietly. It doesn't matter, they come out and say, "Ohmigod, it's you. You peed."&lt;br /&gt;That's the fame trip, so I don't know if you want that.&lt;br /&gt;So, Dr. King said, "Not everybody can be famous. But everybody can be great, because greatness is determined by service." Those of you who are history scholars may know the rest of that passage. He said, "You don't have to have a college degree to serve. You don't have to make your subject and verb agree to serve. You don't have to know about Plato or Aristotle to serve. You don't have to know Einstein's theory of relativity to serve. You don't have to know the second theory of thermodynamics in physics to serve. You only need a heart full of grace and a soul generated by love."&lt;br /&gt;In a few moments, you'll all be officially Stanford's '08.&lt;br /&gt;You have the heart and the smarts to go with it. And it's up to you to decide, really, where will you now use those gifts? You've got the diploma, so go out and get the lessons, 'cause I know great things are sure to come.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I've always believed that everything is better when you share it, so before I go, I wanted to share a graduation gift with you. Underneath your seats you'll find two of my favorite books. Eckhart Tolle's A New Earth is my current book club selection. Our New Earth webcast has been downloaded 30 million times with that book. And Daniel Pink's A Whole New Mind: Why Right-Brainers Will Rule the Future has reassured me I'm in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to give you cars but I just couldn't pull that off! Congratulations, '08!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. 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                                       henri frederic amiel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-7724642610248877778?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/7724642610248877778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=7724642610248877778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/7724642610248877778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/7724642610248877778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/thought-for-day.html' title='THOUGHT FOR THE DAY'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-2355682822611886895</id><published>2008-10-07T21:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:30:11.564+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MY FAVOURITE SPEECH . STEVE JOBS ADDRESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SOuHfag1IiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d8N6NL7Ftw0/s1600-h/steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254442364020531746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/SOuHfag1IiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d8N6NL7Ftw0/s320/steve.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.&lt;br /&gt;The first story is about connecting the dots.&lt;br /&gt;I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?&lt;br /&gt;It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.&lt;br /&gt;And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:&lt;br /&gt;Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.&lt;br /&gt;Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;My second story is about love and loss.&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.&lt;br /&gt;During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;My third story is about death.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.&lt;br /&gt;This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.&lt;br /&gt;Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.&lt;br /&gt;Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-2355682822611886895?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/2355682822611886895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=2355682822611886895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/2355682822611886895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/2355682822611886895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-favourite-speech-steve-jobs-address.html' title='MY FAVOURITE SPEECH . 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me milkar gule gulzar hota hain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-6356400024709944342?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/6356400024709944342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=6356400024709944342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/6356400024709944342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/6356400024709944342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/motivational-shayari.html' title='motivational shayari'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-1161553427778747940</id><published>2008-10-07T20:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:28:55.180+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels. ~ Hazrat Inayat Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-1161553427778747940?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/1161553427778747940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=1161553427778747940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/1161553427778747940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/1161553427778747940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/words-that-enlighten-soul-are-more.html' title=''/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008872733276491037.post-7320324901539220113</id><published>2008-10-07T19:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:23:41.508+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MOTIVATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon--instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.” --Dale Carnegie&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008872733276491037-7320324901539220113?l=athermaniyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/feeds/7320324901539220113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008872733276491037&amp;postID=7320324901539220113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/7320324901539220113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008872733276491037/posts/default/7320324901539220113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athermaniyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/motivation.html' title='MOTIVATION'/><author><name>ATHER FAROOQ MANIYAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474765082718755840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wY_vffFRHEY/TVANkYxuWYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J_hm2fQB94g/s220/ather1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
