<?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-1334618895742168355</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:26:04.293-08:00</updated><category term='Videos'/><category term='My school projects'/><category term='Remembrance'/><category term='Varun&apos;s projects'/><title type='text'>Harsh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-325646224641187048</id><published>2010-09-24T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T08:17:46.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A wildlife Photo Exhibition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you are in Mumbai, then Please visit the Wildlife photo exhibition this weekend at Ravindra Natya Mandir, Dadar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This exhibition is one of its kind that portrays the wonders of Indian Wildlife..... Captured by our friends and some talented wildlife photographers, it is a must see for all who love nature and its denizens....it showcases a wide selection of stunning images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are sure this exhibition can serve just the right spark that is required to ignite the interest in Nature amongst your friends, colleagues &amp;amp; family members :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Exhibition is free for all....so please take some time out and visit along with friends and family. I am sure this will be a time well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Glimpses of Nature - A wildlife Photo Exhibition*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Date: *24th Sep’10 to 27th Sep’10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Time:* 11 am to 7 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Venue:* Ravindra Natya Mandir (Art Gallery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Address:* Ground Floor, Near Siddhivinayak Temple,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayani Road, Prabhadevi, Mumbai-400025&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact No.: 24365997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Images by Photographers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girish Vaze, Kishore Gumaste, Animish Mandrekar, Anagha Vaze, Swapneel Kore,&lt;br /&gt;Sachin Rai &amp;amp; Shrikant Ranade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy : Adesh Shivkar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-325646224641187048?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/325646224641187048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=325646224641187048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/325646224641187048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/325646224641187048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2010/09/wildlife-photo-exhibition.html' title='A wildlife Photo Exhibition'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-6125579666559586916</id><published>2010-04-01T23:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T23:34:36.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Sewri Mudflats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/saailin/FlamingoSewriMudflatsSewriJetty?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CNCik8w2L7E/S7WJOOcdX7E/AAAAAAAACm0/wiPo5yA-taA/s160-c/FlamingoSewriMudflatsSewriJetty.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/saailin/FlamingoSewriMudflatsSewriJetty?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Flamingo - Sewri Mudflats (Sewri Jetty)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-6125579666559586916?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/6125579666559586916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=6125579666559586916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/6125579666559586916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/6125579666559586916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2010/04/visit-to-sewri-mudflats.html' title='Visit to Sewri Mudflats'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CNCik8w2L7E/S7WJOOcdX7E/AAAAAAAACm0/wiPo5yA-taA/s72-c/FlamingoSewriMudflatsSewriJetty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-8029878953290188629</id><published>2010-02-14T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T07:54:29.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpool Slogan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/S3gcQzyMSLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/g8HB7WSxwcQ/s1600-h/varun+carpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/S3gcQzyMSLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/g8HB7WSxwcQ/s400/varun+carpool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438127625154087090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger brother Varun's slogan for carpool. It was among the best in our school and the design itself is in schools webpage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-8029878953290188629?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/8029878953290188629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=8029878953290188629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/8029878953290188629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/8029878953290188629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2010/02/carpool-slogan.html' title='Carpool Slogan'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/S3gcQzyMSLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/g8HB7WSxwcQ/s72-c/varun+carpool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-4032934926309528817</id><published>2010-01-18T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:45:05.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read it, Think it, Feel it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We love ourselves even after doing many mistakes. Then how can we hate others for their one mistake. Think before you hate someone or hate yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming along the flow is effortless but swimming against it needs effort. Don't go the way life takes you, but take life the way you wanna go. Dare to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest advantage of speaking the truth is that you don't have to remember what you said. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful saying: If your eyes are positive you would like all the people in the world. But if your tongue is positive all the people in the world like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about the art of drawing without an eraser, so be careful while taking decisions about the most valuable pages of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice thought: I met money and said why everyone runs behind you, you are just a piece of paper. Money smiled and said of-course I am just a piece of paper, but I haven't seen a dustbin yet in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a coin. Pleasure and Pain are the two sides. Only one side is visible at a time. But remember other side is also waiting for it's turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like someone, show it. It will be sweeter then telling. But if you don't like someone. Just tell it. It will be less painful then showing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very true but strange quote: Love doesn't start in morning &amp;amp; end in evening. It starts when you don't need it &amp;amp; ends when you need it most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's greater then mom's love? Which pillow is better then lover's lap? Which company's better then friends? There are some things in life with no substitutes. Love them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy of moon: So simple but so attractive. So enlightening but so cool. So moving but so still. So quite but so popular. So romantic but still single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cute story: A man daily sent a rose to his wife. One day he died, but his wife still received roses. She asked the floweriest. He said, your husband paid advance for your whole life. Moral: Love someone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy loved a girl so much. One day he proposed her. But she refused. Still he was not sad. His friends asked him, didn't you feel bad? He said, why should I feel? I lost the one who never loved me. But she lost the one who really loves her.&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/1334618895742168355-4032934926309528817?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/4032934926309528817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=4032934926309528817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/4032934926309528817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/4032934926309528817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2010/01/read-it-think-it-feel-it.html' title='Read it, Think it, Feel it'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-1086472465907259007</id><published>2009-12-07T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:33:03.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2009 when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You accidentally enter your PIN on the microwave.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of three.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries..   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't even have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're reading this and nodding and laughing..   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-1086472465907259007?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/1086472465907259007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=1086472465907259007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/1086472465907259007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/1086472465907259007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-know-you-are-living-in-2009-when.html' title='YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2009 when...'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-6559158033437783582</id><published>2009-12-06T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:23:45.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Progeria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Friday 4th, Dec., 2009 I had gone to see a movie called &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.paathefilm.com/"&gt;PAA&lt;/a&gt; with my family its a real good movie. Its a movie on an unusual disease called &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Progeria"&gt;PROGERIA&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching that movie, next day I opened up youtube and got to know much more about it in details. This is a short film which I like the most and want to share with you all friends.&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8D4S3pDjPiU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8D4S3pDjPiU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-6559158033437783582?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-5151217693687625802</id><published>2009-12-04T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:19:37.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>The Meaning Of Namaste</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/izzNFCtFyyY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/izzNFCtFyyY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-5151217693687625802?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/5151217693687625802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=5151217693687625802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/5151217693687625802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/5151217693687625802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/12/meaning-of-namaste.html' title='The Meaning Of Namaste'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-7519241486509989111</id><published>2009-10-27T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:49:08.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Handbook For Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink plenty of water.                                                &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy.               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make time to practice meditation, yoga, and prayer.                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play more games.                                                      &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read more books than you did in  2008.                                 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.                      &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep for 7 hours. (or   more)                                          &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day.. And while you walk, smile. .    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.                                     Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.      Don't over do. Keep your limits.                                      &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.                           &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dream more while you are awake.                                       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need..              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one is in charge of your happiness except you.                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.                                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smile and laugh more.                                                 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call your family often.                                               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Each day give something good to others.                               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgive everyone for everything.                                      &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend time with people over the age of 70 &amp;amp; under the age of 6.       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to make at least three people smile each day.                     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What other people think of you is none of your business.              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will Stay in touch,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do the right thing!                                                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful..          &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God heals everything.                                                 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;However good or bad a situation is, it will change.                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.                 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best is yet to come.                                              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you awake alive in the morning, thank God for it.                &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy.                        &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please Forward this to everyone you care about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-7519241486509989111?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/7519241486509989111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=7519241486509989111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/7519241486509989111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/7519241486509989111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/10/handbook-for-life.html' title='Handbook For Life'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-2019844287068528449</id><published>2009-10-13T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:35:52.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My school projects'/><title type='text'>My Project Cover For Raymonds :</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/StUqBk8ncPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/r1ppH-r2n1g/s1600-h/Project+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/StUqBk8ncPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/r1ppH-r2n1g/s400/Project+cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392262335432192242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-2019844287068528449?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/2019844287068528449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=2019844287068528449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/2019844287068528449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/2019844287068528449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-project-cover-for-raymonds.html' title='My Project Cover For Raymonds :'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/StUqBk8ncPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/r1ppH-r2n1g/s72-c/Project+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-4622874679905635830</id><published>2009-09-21T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:18:00.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favo Cartoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://downloadsnow.co.nr"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nV6vdmsCkvs/STYoIH_h3cI/AAAAAAAAArU/UcL04PTk7X8/s320/7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275448133560688066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://downloadsnow.co.nr"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nV6vdmsCkvs/STIshJzQz_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/pVfHf5ZILvo/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274327061682507762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://downloadsnow.co.nr"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nV6vdmsCkvs/SShVlyzBowI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QSWtIUR8vac/s320/4.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://downloadsnow.co.nr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nV6vdmsCkvs/STJIM2qyOcI/AAAAAAAAAn8/ZlIngwm0_dw/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274357499274869186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-4622874679905635830?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/4622874679905635830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=4622874679905635830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/4622874679905635830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/4622874679905635830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-favo-cartoon.html' title='My favo Cartoons'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nV6vdmsCkvs/STYoIH_h3cI/AAAAAAAAArU/UcL04PTk7X8/s72-c/7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-107737910452774316</id><published>2009-07-29T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:50:35.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aviod leakages</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SnEYbOzoszI/AAAAAAAAAMY/f57d4FfUV84/s1600-h/leakages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SnEYbOzoszI/AAAAAAAAAMY/f57d4FfUV84/s400/leakages.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364095487285179186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Living in concert jungles, people do have a soft corner for nature as well. You all can very well see it on the above photograph. People do have small garden area in balcony or terrace. The only problem with it is they use access of water which hampers the buildings exterior wall as well as paint also. Most of the plants do not survive on excess amount of water. Due to excess of water there is always a water pool in your balcony and these things do attract mosquitoes and other insects. I am not at all against it but we can take simple measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better use a sprayer which will consume less water and plants will grow much faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the area dry as far as possible to avoid leakages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use some natural pesticides like Neem, Tobacco etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use natural manure like Cow dung, dry leaves etc.&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/1334618895742168355-107737910452774316?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/107737910452774316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=107737910452774316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/107737910452774316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/107737910452774316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/07/aviod-leakages.html' title='Aviod leakages'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SnEYbOzoszI/AAAAAAAAAMY/f57d4FfUV84/s72-c/leakages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-4119354495370178238</id><published>2009-07-26T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:21:57.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai meri jaan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/Sm0cOd9cf6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/aCZ-Lsdnxdc/s1600-h/ATT643557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/Sm0cOd9cf6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/aCZ-Lsdnxdc/s400/ATT643557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362973766154223522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/Sm0ceNQ12xI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lbQiCFA4ly4/s1600-h/ATT643558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/Sm0ceNQ12xI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lbQiCFA4ly4/s400/ATT643558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362974036550081298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;City of Mumbai did experienced  highest tide on 24th July, 2009 approx 5.05 mtrs a record of pass 100 years. Luckly no rains were there, so the city was quite safe. Critical reports were updated on TV channels, &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://vu2sgw.blogspot.com/"&gt;HAM radio operators&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; FM channels too.  Many of the schools were close to but unluckly not mine. Indeed Mumbai city is the most lucky otherwise god only know what would have happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-4119354495370178238?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/4119354495370178238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=4119354495370178238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/4119354495370178238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/4119354495370178238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/07/mumbai-meri-jaan.html' title='Mumbai meri jaan'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/Sm0cOd9cf6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/aCZ-Lsdnxdc/s72-c/ATT643557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-1863727585960292942</id><published>2009-07-19T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:31:40.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Increasing happiness</title><content type='html'>Look at the positive side of every situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of solutions not problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to relaxing, uplifting music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch funny comedies that make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day devote sometime to reading a few pages of in inspiring article or book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch your thoughts. Start thinking pleasant things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always look at what you have done and not at what you haven’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day do something good for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day do at least one act to make others happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always expect happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-1863727585960292942?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/1863727585960292942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=1863727585960292942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/1863727585960292942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/1863727585960292942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/07/increasing-happiness.html' title='Increasing happiness'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-7479871341169836758</id><published>2009-07-16T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:15:04.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos on Mumbai floods</title><content type='html'>Interesting photo link on Mumbai floods &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=mumbai+floods&amp;amp;s=rec&amp;amp;z=t"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-7479871341169836758?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/7479871341169836758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=7479871341169836758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/7479871341169836758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/7479871341169836758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/07/photos-on-mumbai-floods.html' title='Photos on Mumbai floods'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-7867918710518212463</id><published>2009-07-07T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T05:23:59.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicest thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day Maths teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling."Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much," were most of the comments.No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years later, one of the students was killed in "&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kargil_War"&gt;Kargil&lt;/a&gt;" war and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never attended Funeral of a serviceman before. He looked so handsome, so mature.The place was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk. The teacher was the last one to bless. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Sanjay's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Sanjay talked about you a lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the funeral, most of Sanjay's former classmates were there. Sanjay's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket "They found this on Sanjay when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it." Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times... The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Sanjay's classmates had said about him."Thank you so much for doing that," Sanjay's mother said. "As you can see, Sanjay treasured it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of Sanjay's former classmates started to gather around. Arjun smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home." Prithwiraj's wife said, "Prithwiraj asked me to put his in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Rashmi said. "It's in my diary". Then Deepali, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Deepali said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists". That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Sanjay and for all his friends who would never see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late...&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/1334618895742168355-7867918710518212463?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/7867918710518212463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=7867918710518212463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/7867918710518212463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/7867918710518212463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/07/nicest-thing.html' title='Nicest thing'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-4083171396877646027</id><published>2009-06-18T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:14:33.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9</title><content type='html'>On August 7 , 2009&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At 12hr 34 minutes and 56 seconds on the 7th of August this year,the time and date will be 12:34:56 07/08/09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This will never happen in your life again??!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-4083171396877646027?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/4083171396877646027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=4083171396877646027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/4083171396877646027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/4083171396877646027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9.html' title='1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-977571295697016889</id><published>2009-06-17T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:13:23.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry</title><content type='html'>Is there a magic cutoff period when&lt;br /&gt;Offspring become accountable for their own&lt;br /&gt;Actions?  Is there a wonderful moment when&lt;br /&gt;Parents can become detached spectators in&lt;br /&gt;The lives of their children and shrug, 'It's&lt;br /&gt;Their life,' and feel nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in my twenties , I stood in a hospital&lt;br /&gt;Corridor waiting for doctors to put a few&lt;br /&gt;Stitches in my daughter's head.  I asked, 'When do&lt;br /&gt;You stop worrying?'  The nurse said,&lt;br /&gt;'When they get out of the accident stage..'  My&lt;br /&gt;Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little&lt;br /&gt;Chair in a classroom and heard how one of my&lt;br /&gt;Children talked incessantly, disrupted the class,&lt;br /&gt;And was headed for a career making&lt;br /&gt;License plates..  As if to read my mind, a teacher&lt;br /&gt;Said, 'Don't worry, they all go through&lt;br /&gt;This stage and then you can sit back, relax and&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy them.'  My dad just smiled&lt;br /&gt;Faintly and said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come&lt;br /&gt;Home, the front door to open.  A friend said,&lt;br /&gt;'They're trying to find themselves.  Don't! worry,&lt;br /&gt;In a few years, you can stop worrying.  They'll be&lt;br /&gt;Adults.'  My dad just smiled faintly&lt;br /&gt;And said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I was 50, I was sick &amp;amp; tired of being&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerable.  I was still worrying over my&lt;br /&gt;Children, but there was a new wrinkle.  There&lt;br /&gt;Was nothing I could do about it.  My&lt;br /&gt;Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.  I&lt;br /&gt;Continued to anguish over their failures, be&lt;br /&gt;Tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in&lt;br /&gt;Their disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends said that when my kids got married I&lt;br /&gt;Could stop worrying and lead my own&lt;br /&gt;Life.  I wanted to believe that, but I was&lt;br /&gt;Haunted by my dad's warm smile and his&lt;br /&gt;Occasional, 'You look pale.  Are you all right? &lt;br /&gt;Call me the minute you get home.  Are&lt;br /&gt;You depressed about something?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be that parents are sentenced to a&lt;br /&gt;Lifetime of worry?  Is concern for one another&lt;br /&gt;Handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of&lt;br /&gt;Human frailties and the fears of the&lt;br /&gt;Unknown?  Is concern a curse or is it a virtue&lt;br /&gt;That elevates us to the highest form of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my children became quite irritable&lt;br /&gt;Recently, saying to me, 'Where were you?  I've been&lt;br /&gt;Calling for 3 days, and no one answered I was worried.'&lt;br /&gt;I smiled a warm smile. &lt;br /&gt;The torch has been passed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-977571295697016889?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/977571295697016889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=977571295697016889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/977571295697016889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/977571295697016889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/06/worry.html' title='Worry'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-7922842202992342257</id><published>2009-06-11T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T05:54:55.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little More Effort ... A Lot More Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Think you have to make huge changes and expend a ton of extra energy to achieve bigger and better results? Think again! And consider this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 211 degrees, water is hot. At 212 degrees, it boils. And with boiling water comes steam. And with steam, you can power a train. Applying just one extra degree of temperature to water means the difference between something that is simply very hot and something that generates enough force to power a large machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The message of this simple yet powerful metaphor should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clear to all: Seemingly small things can make tremendous differences. The key learning is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equally powerful: The application of additional heat (effort) to whatever task or activity you undertake will not only help you achieve the primary objective you seek, but also reap exponential rewards that are possible by applying one extra degree of effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the possibilities ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add just a few hours each month to your professional development outside of the work and you will have invested the equivalent of a full work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make just one extra contact each day ...a sales call ... a customer... a brief discussion with a &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;colleague ... an encouraging talk with a member of your team. With contact comes opportunity. At the end of the year you'll have opened more than 200 additional doors of possibility.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eliminate one half hour of television watching each day and you'll gain 182.5 hours each year to use elsewhere (equivalent to four and a half weeks of work).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imagine YOUR possibilities. Where can you give a little more effort? What small changes can you make that will add up over time? As a leader, what can you do - what will you do - to enjoy the rewards that come from "turning up the heat" one extra degree? Find those opportunities ... and seize them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it a great week ahead....... ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-7922842202992342257?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/7922842202992342257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=7922842202992342257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/7922842202992342257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/7922842202992342257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-more-effort-lot-more-results.html' title='A Little More Effort ... A Lot More Results'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-4937726300433560381</id><published>2009-06-07T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:53:32.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love your Parent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it every day. He climbed to the treetop, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow...He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by...the little boy had grown up, And he no longer played around the tree every day. One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad."Come and play with me", the tree asked the boy. The boy replied:"I am no longer a kid, I do not play around trees anymore"I want toys. I need money to buy them. Sorry, but I do not have money...But you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money. The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the boy who now turned into a man returned. And the tree was excited "Come and play with me" the tree said. I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family We need a house for shelter. Can you help me? "Sorry",I do not have any house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house.So the man cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came back since then.The tree was again lonely and sad. One hot summer day,the man returned and the tree was delighted.Come and play with me!the tree said.I am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself.  Can you give me a boat? Said the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.  So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.Finally, the man returned after many years.Sorry, my boy. But I do not have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you..., The tree said. No problem, I do not have any teeth to bite, The man replied. No more trunk for you to climb on. I am too old for that now' the man said. I really cannot give you anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing left is my dying root, The tree said with tears. I do not need much now, just a place to rest.I am tired after all these years the man replied. Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest, Come, come sit down with me and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears...This is you and the tree is your parent.&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/1334618895742168355-4937726300433560381?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/4937726300433560381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=4937726300433560381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/4937726300433560381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/4937726300433560381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-your-parent.html' title='Love your Parent'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-8632658430898562954</id><published>2009-05-09T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T01:51:53.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did elite class in Mumbai did not vote</title><content type='html'>Clashed with Salsa class..&lt;br /&gt;Election Whites not dry-cleaned..&lt;br /&gt;No candidate found to be a Hottie..&lt;br /&gt;Tony Jethmalani contested from Suburbs..Ugggh..&lt;br /&gt;No Valet Parking at Booth..&lt;br /&gt;Spotted servant in Queue ahead of us..&lt;br /&gt;Driver did not come that day..&lt;br /&gt;Elections over Dude..Obama won..&lt;br /&gt;No party tackling real issues..example : Reduce GOLD GYM rates.&lt;br /&gt;No home delivery !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-8632658430898562954?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/8632658430898562954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=8632658430898562954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/8632658430898562954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/8632658430898562954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-did-elite-class-in-mumbai-did-not.html' title='Why did elite class in Mumbai did not vote'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-7040836251258175849</id><published>2009-05-07T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:41:18.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remembrance'/><title type='text'>Remembrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the remembrance of the girl with the sweetest smile.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SgKb-qlo-CI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uhsp5glr5tY/s1600-h/deepas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SgKb-qlo-CI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uhsp5glr5tY/s400/deepas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332996409646446626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deepa Gudhka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Born 17th, June 1979             Death 14th, March 1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking alone on a street on day,&lt;br /&gt;Searching for friends to accompany me through the day,&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly you happened to pass bye me,&lt;br /&gt;And gave me a smile, that made my day,&lt;br /&gt;After that, I was frequently drawn to that street,&lt;br /&gt;With hopes that we may again meet,&lt;br /&gt;Specially on the days that were really gloomy&lt;br /&gt;I wished you'd brightened them with your smile so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Soon I was walking there everyday,&lt;br /&gt;And to see that smile I used to always pray.&lt;br /&gt;I then wanted you to be my friend forever,&lt;br /&gt;And to you all my trouble I wished to say.&lt;br /&gt;In no time we became great friends,&lt;br /&gt;And in my life you made many amends.&lt;br /&gt;I used to ask only this of God,&lt;br /&gt;That our friendship, never ever ends.&lt;br /&gt;But now, as I'm standing at your funeral,&lt;br /&gt;I've come to know, that even He's so cruel.&lt;br /&gt;He took you so far away from me,&lt;br /&gt;That now, you won't be able to hear&lt;br /&gt;me even if I were to scream,&lt;br /&gt;And now as I walk across that street,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to see that smile so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;All I get is tears in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And hopes that again, sometime we may meet&lt;br /&gt;Your smile haunts me every night,&lt;br /&gt;Of my life, it was the only light.&lt;br /&gt;All I do now, is see you in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;An all your thoughts always hold tight.&lt;br /&gt;As the years go by, the ache may dim&lt;br /&gt;And the nagging thoughts become ever so few&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is for sure, I'll always miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem was printed on Tuesday 16th March, 1999 Bombay Times, The Times Of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anjali Shah of SIES Collage Of Commerce &amp;amp; Economics, had written this poem on the first anniversary of her friend,  Deepa who passed away on March 14th, 1998.&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/1334618895742168355-7040836251258175849?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/7040836251258175849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=7040836251258175849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/7040836251258175849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/7040836251258175849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/05/remembrance.html' title='Remembrance'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SgKb-qlo-CI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uhsp5glr5tY/s72-c/deepas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-1956487583062439932</id><published>2009-05-06T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:12:28.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>01. Call an old friend, just to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;02. Hold a door open for a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;03. Invite someone to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;04. Compliment someone on his or her appearance.&lt;br /&gt;05. Ask a coworker for their opinion on a project.&lt;br /&gt;06. Bring cookies to work.&lt;br /&gt;07. Let someone cut in during rush hour traffic.&lt;br /&gt;08. Leave a waitress or waiter a big tip.&lt;br /&gt;09. Tell a cashier to have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;10. Call your parents.&lt;br /&gt;11. Let someone know you miss them.&lt;br /&gt;12. Treat someone to a movie.&lt;br /&gt;13. Let a person know you really appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;14. Visit a retirement center.&lt;br /&gt;15. Take a child to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;16. Fill up your spouse's car with gas.&lt;br /&gt;17. Surprise someone with a small gift.&lt;br /&gt;18. Leave a thank-you note for the cleaning staff at work.&lt;br /&gt;19. Write a letter to a distant relative.&lt;br /&gt;20. Tell someone you thought about them the other day.&lt;br /&gt;21. Put a dime in a stranger's parking meter before the time expires.&lt;br /&gt;22. Bake a cake for a neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;23. Send someone flowers to where they work.&lt;br /&gt;24. Invite a friend to tea.&lt;br /&gt;25. Recommend a good book to someone.&lt;br /&gt;26. Donate clothing to a charity.&lt;br /&gt;27. Offer an elderly person a ride to where they need to go.&lt;br /&gt;28. Bag your own groceries at the checkout counter.&lt;br /&gt;29. Give blood.&lt;br /&gt;30. Offer free baby-sitting to a friend who's really busy or just needs a break.&lt;br /&gt;31. Help your neighbor rake leaves or shovel snow.&lt;br /&gt;32. Offer your seat to someone when there aren't any left.&lt;br /&gt;33. Help someone with a heavy load.&lt;br /&gt;34. Ask to see a store's manager and comment on the great service.&lt;br /&gt;35. Give your place in line at the grocery store to someone who has only a few items.&lt;br /&gt;36. Hug someone in your family for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;37. Wave to a child in the car next to you.&lt;br /&gt;38. Send a thank-you note to your doctor.&lt;br /&gt;39. Repeat something nice you heard about someone else.&lt;br /&gt;40. Leave a joke on someone's answering machine.&lt;br /&gt;41. Be a mentor or coach to someone.&lt;br /&gt;42. Forgive a loan.&lt;br /&gt;43. Fill up the copier machine with paper after you're done using it.&lt;br /&gt;44. Tell someone you believe in them.&lt;br /&gt;45. Share your umbrella on a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;46. Welcome new neighbors with flowers or a plant.&lt;br /&gt;47. Offer to watch a friend's home while they're away.&lt;br /&gt;48. Ask someone if they need you to pick up anything while you're out shopping.&lt;br /&gt;49. Ask a child to play a board game, and let them win.&lt;br /&gt;50. Ask an elderly person to tell you about the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;51. During bad weather, plan an indoor picnic with the family.&lt;br /&gt;52. Buy someone a goldfish and bowl.&lt;br /&gt;53. Compliment someone on their cooking and politely ask for a second helping.&lt;br /&gt;54. Dance with someone who hasn't been asked.&lt;br /&gt;55. Tell someone you mentioned them in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;56. Give children clothes to another family when your kids outgrow them.&lt;br /&gt;57. Deliver extra vegetables from your garden to the whole neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;58. Call your spouse just to say, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;59. Call someone's attention to a rainbow or beautiful sunset.&lt;br /&gt;60. Invite someone to go bowling.&lt;br /&gt;61. Figure out someone's half-birthday by adding 182 days,and surprise them with a cake.&lt;br /&gt;62. Ask someone about their children.&lt;br /&gt;63. Tell someone which quality you like most about them...&lt;br /&gt;64. Brush the snow off of the car next to yours.&lt;br /&gt;65. Return your shopping cart to the front of the store.&lt;br /&gt;66. Encourage someone's dream, no matter how big or small it is.&lt;br /&gt;67. Pay for a stranger's cup of coffee without them knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;68. Leave a love letter where your partner will find it.&lt;br /&gt;69. Ask an older person for their advice.&lt;br /&gt;70. Offer to take care of someone's pet while they're away.&lt;br /&gt;71. Tell a child you're proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;72. Visit a sick person, or send them a care package.&lt;br /&gt;73. Join a Big Brother or Sister program.&lt;br /&gt;74. Leave a piece of candy on a coworker's desk.&lt;br /&gt;75. Bring your child to work with you for the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;76. Give someone a recording of their favorite music.&lt;br /&gt;77. Email a friend some information about a topic they are especially interested in.&lt;br /&gt;78. Give someone a homemade gift.&lt;br /&gt;79. Write a poem for someone.&lt;br /&gt;80. Bake some cookies for your local fire or police department.&lt;br /&gt;81. Organize a neighborhood cleanup and have a barbecue afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;82. Help a child build a birdhouse or similar project.&lt;br /&gt;83. Check in on an old person, just to see if they're okay.&lt;br /&gt;84. Ask for the recipe after you eat over at someone's house.&lt;br /&gt;85. Personally welcome a new employee at work and offer to take them out for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;86. While in a car, ask everyone to buckle up because they are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;87. Let someone else eat the last slice of cake or pizza...&lt;br /&gt;88. Stop and buy a drink from a kid's lemonade stand.&lt;br /&gt;89. Forgive someone when they apologize.&lt;br /&gt;90. Wave to someone looking for a parking space when you're about to leave a shopping center.&lt;br /&gt;91. Send a copy of an old photograph to a childhood friend.&lt;br /&gt;92. Leave a pint of your spouse's favorite flavor of ice cream in the freezer with a bow on it.&lt;br /&gt;93. Do a household chore that is usually done by someone else in the family.&lt;br /&gt;94. Be especially happy for someone when they tell you their good news.&lt;br /&gt;95. Compliment a coworker on their role in a successful project.&lt;br /&gt;96. Give your spouse a spontaneous back rub at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;97. Serve someone in your family breakfast in bed.&lt;br /&gt;98. Ask someone if they've lost weight.&lt;br /&gt;99. Make a donation to a charity in someone's honor.&lt;br /&gt;100.Take a child to a ballgame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-1956487583062439932?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/1956487583062439932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=1956487583062439932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/1956487583062439932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/1956487583062439932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/05/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-3177141907963971336</id><published>2009-05-03T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:20:32.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>TED 6th sense technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUdDhWfpqxg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUdDhWfpqxg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-3177141907963971336?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/3177141907963971336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=3177141907963971336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/3177141907963971336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/3177141907963971336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/05/ted-6th-sense-technology.html' title='TED 6th sense technology'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-7125006323502804334</id><published>2009-04-08T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:06:58.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Facts to Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chewing on gum while cutting onions can help a person from stop producing tears. Try it next time you chop onions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Until babies are six months old, they can breathe and swallow at the same time. Indeed convenient!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Offered a new pen to write with, 97% of all people will write their own name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Male mosquitoes are vegetarians. Only females bite.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The average person's field of vision encompasses a 200-degree wide angle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To find out if a watermelon is ripe, knock it, and if it sounds hollow then it is ripe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Canadians can send letters with personalized postage stamps showing their own photos on each stamp.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Babies' eyes do not produce tears until the baby is approximately six to eight weeks old.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It snowed in the Sahara Desert in February of 1979.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plants watered with warm water grow larger and more quickly than plants watered with cold water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wearing headphones for just an hour will increase the bacteria in your ear by 700 times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grapes explode when you put them in the microwave.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those stars and colours you see when you rub your eyes are called phosphenes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears never stop growing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone's tongue print is different, like fingerprints.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contrary to popular belief, a swallowed chewing gum doesn't stay in the gut. It will pass through the system and be excreted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At 40 Centigrade a person loses about 14.4 calories per hour by breathing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a hotel in Sweden built entirely out of ice; it is rebuilt every year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cats, camels and giraffes are the only animals in the world that walk right foot, right foot, left foot, left foot, rather than right foot, left foot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Onions help reduce cholesterol if eaten after a fatty meal..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sound you hear when you crack your knuckles is actually the sound of nitrogen gas bubbles bursting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-7125006323502804334?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/7125006323502804334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=7125006323502804334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/7125006323502804334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/7125006323502804334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/04/21-facts-to-know.html' title='21 Facts to Know'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-233260332395929694</id><published>2009-04-03T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:06:36.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Habits Of highly Successful People</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;They look for and find opportunities where others see nothing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They find lessons while others only see problems.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are solution focused.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They consciously and methodically create their own success.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They may be fearful, but they are not controlled or limited by fear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They ask the right questions -- the ones which put them in a positive mindset and emotional state.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They rarely complain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don’t blame, and take complete responsibility for their actions and outcomes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They always find a way to maximize their potential, and use what they have effectively.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are busy, productive and proactive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They align themselves with like-minded people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are ambitious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They have clarity and certainty about what they want.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They innovate instead of imitate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don’t procrastinate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are life-long learners.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are glass half full people, while still being practical and down-to-earth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They consistently do what they need to do, regardless of how they are feeling on a given day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They take calculated risks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They deal with problems quickly and effectively.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don’t believe in, or wait for, fate, destiny, chance or luck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They take action before they have to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are more effective than most at managing their emotions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are good communicators.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They have a plan for their life and they work methodically to turn that plan into a reality.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They become exceptional by choice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They work through the tough stuff that most would avoid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They have identified what is important to them and they do their best to live a life which is reflective of those values.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They have balance. They know that money is a tool and ultimately, it’s just another resource.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They understand the importance of discipline and self-control.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are secure in their sense of self-worth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are generous and kind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are happy to admit mistakes and apologize.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are adaptable and embrace change.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They keep themselves in shape physically.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They work hard and are not lazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are resilient.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are open to, and more likely to act upon, feedback.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don’t hang out with toxic people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don’t invest time or emotional energy into uncontrollable things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are happy to swim against the tide.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They comfortable with their own company.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They set high standards for themselves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don’t rationalize failure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They know how to relax, enjoy what they have in their life and to have fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Their career is not their identity, it’s their job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are more interested in what is effective than in what is easy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They finish what they start.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They realize that not only are they physical and psychological beings, but emotional and spiritual creatures as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They practice what they preach.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-233260332395929694?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/233260332395929694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=233260332395929694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/233260332395929694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/233260332395929694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/04/51-habits-of-highly-successful-people.html' title='50 Habits Of highly Successful People'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-9158363654540367148</id><published>2009-03-25T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:15:44.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me If U Can</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1.If all the nations in the world are in debt(am not joking. even US has got debts), where did all the money go? (weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.When dog food is new and improved tasting, who tests it? (to be given a thought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What is the speed of darkness? (absurd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.If the "black box" flight recorder is never damaged during a plane crash, why isn't the whole airplane made out of that stuff? (very good thinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Who copyrighted the copyright symbol? (who knows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Can you cry under water? (let me try)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Why do people say, "you've been working like a dog" when dogs just sit around all day? (i think they meant something else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Why are the numbers on a calculator and a phone reversed? (God knows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Do fish ever get thirsty? (let me ask and tell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Can you get cornered in a round room? (by ones eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Why do birds not fall out of trees when they sleep? (tonight i will stay and watch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What came first, the fruit or the color orange? (seed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, then what is baby oil made from? (No comments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What should one call a male ladybird? (No comments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.If a person suffered from amnesia and then was cured would they remember that they forgot? (can somebody help )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Can you blow a balloon up under water? (yes u can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Why is it called a "building" when it is already built? (strange isnt it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.If you were traveling at the speed of sound and you turned on your radio would you be ! able to hear it?(got to think scientifically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.If you're traveling at the speed of light and you turn your headlights on, what happens? (i dont have a chance to try)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Why is it called a TV set when theirs only one? (very nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.If a person owns a piece of land do they own it all the way down to the core of the earth? (this is nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Why do most cars have speedometers that go up to at least 130 when you legally can't go that fast on any road? (stupid, break the law)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smile -- it makes people wonder what you're up to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The trouble with being punctual is that there's no one there to appreciate it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you tell a man there are 300 billion stars in the universe, he'll believe you. But if you tell him a park bench has just been painted, he has to touch it to be sure."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-9158363654540367148?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/9158363654540367148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=9158363654540367148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/9158363654540367148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/9158363654540367148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/03/tell-me-if-u-can.html' title='Tell Me If U Can'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-1145104634840741803</id><published>2009-02-26T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:42:36.937-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My school projects'/><title type='text'>My UFO project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SadglkTos7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/gMLmwFbxYNQ/s1600-h/alien2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SadglkTos7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/gMLmwFbxYNQ/s400/alien2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307316884396880818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SadgBnZcvUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kFowYsFQPgg/s1600-h/ufo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SadgBnZcvUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kFowYsFQPgg/s400/ufo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307316266751278402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SadgMPz1NOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qVudLaQkf6k/s1600-h/ufo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SadgMPz1NOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qVudLaQkf6k/s400/ufo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307316449398043874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SadgVMLW4VI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ST8FAvErzFQ/s1600-h/ufo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SadgVMLW4VI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ST8FAvErzFQ/s400/ufo3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307316603041800530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This project was made with use of paper plates, plastic cup and the colours used were acrylic metallic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-1145104634840741803?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/1145104634840741803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=1145104634840741803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/1145104634840741803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/1145104634840741803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-ufo-project.html' title='My UFO project'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SadglkTos7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/gMLmwFbxYNQ/s72-c/alien2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-2110534284242091150</id><published>2009-02-25T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:52:07.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Varun&apos;s projects'/><title type='text'>My brother Varuns projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SaWFLfGsFsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UlbhP0ICIII/s1600-h/varun2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SaWFLfGsFsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UlbhP0ICIII/s400/varun2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306794168300607170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SaWFAwA6oxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/R17hGUaUnRI/s1600-h/varunbag+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SaWFAwA6oxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/R17hGUaUnRI/s400/varunbag+2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306793983861236498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-2110534284242091150?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/2110534284242091150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=2110534284242091150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/2110534284242091150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/2110534284242091150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-brother-varuns-projects.html' title='My brother Varuns projects'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SaWFLfGsFsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UlbhP0ICIII/s72-c/varun2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-7936932901485009488</id><published>2009-02-25T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T07:27:01.838-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My school projects'/><title type='text'>My Warli painting project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SaVi_v8fldI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JyC1-cd_3Pw/s1600-h/warli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SaITjSCMerI/AAAAAAAAAFU/eMWUsQVa5vI/s400/fabric+colour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305824807853259442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SaITbGndllI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VAZBAiAO8iU/s1600-h/fancy+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SaITbGndllI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VAZBAiAO8iU/s400/fancy+bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305824667349390930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-3292787363958659802?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/3292787363958659802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=3292787363958659802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/3292787363958659802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/3292787363958659802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-latest-school-project-photos.html' title='My latest school project'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SaITjSCMerI/AAAAAAAAAFU/eMWUsQVa5vI/s72-c/fabric+colour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-4498078908552794046</id><published>2008-12-18T23:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:58:04.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to handle insult and maintain compassion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day Buddha was walking through a village. A very angry and rude young man came up and began insulting him. "You have no right teaching others," he shouted. "You are as stupid as everyone else. You are nothing but a fake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddha was not upset by these insults. Instead he asked the young man "Tell me, if you buy a gift for someone, and that person does not take it, to whom does the gift belong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was surprised to be asked such a strange question and answered, "It would belong to me, because I bought the gift."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buddha smiled and said, "That is correct. And it is exactly the same with your anger. If you become angry with me and I do not get insulted, then the anger falls back on you. You are then the only one who becomes unhappy, not me. All you have done is hurt yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to stop hurting yourself, you must get rid of your anger and become loving instead. When you hate others, you yourself become unhappy. But when you love others, everyone is happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man listened closely to these wise words of the Buddha. "You are right, o Enlightened One, "he said. "And became one of his dearest follower"&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/1334618895742168355-4498078908552794046?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/4498078908552794046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=4498078908552794046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/4498078908552794046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/4498078908552794046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-handle-insult-and-maintain.html' title='How to handle insult and maintain compassion'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-4508767893068012026</id><published>2008-12-18T23:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:53:42.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God created the donkey&lt;br /&gt;and said to him:&lt;br /&gt;"You will be a donkey. You will work un-tiringly from sunrise to sunset&lt;br /&gt;carrying burdens on your back. You will eat grass,&lt;br /&gt;you will have no intelligence and you will live 50 years."&lt;br /&gt;The donkey answered:&lt;br /&gt;"I will be a donkey, but to live 50 years is much. Give me only 20 years"&lt;br /&gt;God granted his wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created the dog&lt;br /&gt;and said to him:&lt;br /&gt;"You will guard the house of man. You will be his best Friend.&lt;br /&gt;You will eat the scraps that he gives you and&lt;br /&gt;you will live 30years.&lt;br /&gt;You will be a dog. "&lt;br /&gt;The dog answered:&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, to live 30 years is too much,give me only 15 years."&lt;br /&gt;God granted his wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created the monkey&lt;br /&gt;and said to him:&lt;br /&gt;"You will be a monkey. You will swing from branch to branch doing tricks.&lt;br /&gt;You will be amusing and you will live 20 years. "&lt;br /&gt;The monkey answered:&lt;br /&gt;"To live 20 years is too much, give me only 10 years."&lt;br /&gt;God granted his wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally God created man...&lt;br /&gt;and said to him:&lt;br /&gt;"You will be man, the only rational creature on the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;You will use your intelligence to become master over all the animals.&lt;br /&gt;You will dominate the world and you will live 20 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man responded:&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, I will be a man but to live only 20 years is very little,give me the 30years that the donkey refused, the 15 years that the dog did not want and the 10 years the monkey refused."&lt;br /&gt;God granted man's wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since then, man lives 20 years as a man ,marries and spends 30 years like a donkey,working and carrying all the burdens on his back.Then when his children are grown,he lives 15years like a dog taking care of the house and eating whatever is given to him,so that when he is old,he can retire and live 10 years like a monkey,going from house to house and from one son or daughter to another doing tricks to amuse his grandchildren&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/1334618895742168355-4508767893068012026?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/4508767893068012026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=4508767893068012026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/4508767893068012026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/4508767893068012026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2008/12/thats-life_18.html' title='Thats life'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-4090403882669675332</id><published>2008-12-02T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:09:32.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of brave NSG commando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/STYwe4LTHpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TGTWB0aJwws/s1600-h/nsg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/STYwe4LTHpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TGTWB0aJwws/s400/nsg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275457320545099410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamare liye kuch bhi mushkil nahin (nothing is impossible for us) - These are words uttered by a brave NSG commando minutes after rescuing and walking out from Taj Mahal hotel in Mumbai on November 29, 2008. We salute you and thank you for rescuing Mumbai from this mindless act of terrorism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-4090403882669675332?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/4090403882669675332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=4090403882669675332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/4090403882669675332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/4090403882669675332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2008/12/words-brave-nsg-commando.html' title='Words of brave NSG commando'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/STYwe4LTHpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TGTWB0aJwws/s72-c/nsg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-6229824325117891874</id><published>2008-12-02T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T02:15:42.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Some People Have All the Luck</title><content type='html'>--By Professor Richard Wiseman,&lt;br /&gt;University of Hertfordshire*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do some people get all the luck while others never get the breaks they deserve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A psychologist says he has discovered the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago, I set out to examine luck. I wanted to know why some people are always in the right place at the right time, while others consistently experience ill fortune. I placed advertisements in national newspapers asking for people who felt consistently lucky or unlucky to contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of extraordinary men and women volunteered for my research and over the years, I have interviewed them, monitored their lives and had them take part in experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results reveal that although these people have almost no insight into the causes of their luck, their thoughts and behavior are responsible for much of their good and bad fortune. Take the case of seemingly chance opportunities. Lucky people consistently encounter such opportunities, whereas unlucky people do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carried out a simple experiment to discover whether this was due to differences in their ability to spot such opportunities. I gave both lucky and unlucky people a newspaper, and asked them to look through it and tell me how many photographs were inside. I had secretly placed a large message halfway through the newspaper saying: "Tell the experimenter you have seen this and win $50."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This message took up half of the page and was written in font that was more than two inches high. It was staring everyone straight in the face, but the unlucky people tended to miss it and the lucky people tended to spot it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlucky people are generally tenser than lucky people, and this anxiety disrupts their ability to notice the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, they miss opportunities because they are too focused on looking for something else. They go to parties' intent on finding their perfect partner and so miss opportunities to make good friends. They look through newspapers determined to find certain types of job advertisements and miss other types of jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky people are more relaxed and open, and therefore see what is there rather than just what they are looking for. My research eventually revealed that lucky people generate good fortune via four principles. They are skilled at creating and noticing chance opportunities, make lucky decisions by listening to their intuition, and create self-fulfilling prophesies via positive expectations, and adopt a resilient attitude that transforms bad luck into good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the work, I wondered whether these principles could be used to create good luck. I asked a group of volunteers to spend a month carrying out exercises designed to help them think and behave like a lucky person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic results! These exercises helped them spot chance opportunities, listen to their intuition, expect to be lucky, and be more resilient to bad luck. One month later, the volunteers returned and described what had happened. The results were dramatic: 80% of people were now happier, more satisfied with their lives and, perhaps most important of all, luckier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lucky people had become even luckier and the unlucky had become lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I had found the elusive "luck factor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Professor Wiseman's four top tips for becoming lucky:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Listen to your gut instincts - they are normally right.&lt;br /&gt;2) Be open to new experiences and breaking your normal routine.&lt;br /&gt;3) Spend a few moments each day remembering things that went well.&lt;br /&gt;4) Visualize yourself being lucky before an important meeting or telephone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Lucky day and work for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that, the happiest people in the world are not those who have no problems, but those who learn to live with things that are less than perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-6229824325117891874?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/6229824325117891874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=6229824325117891874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/6229824325117891874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/6229824325117891874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-some-people-have-all-luck.html' title='Why Some People Have All the Luck'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-2874249619815164713</id><published>2008-10-28T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:57:01.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best poem of 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SQbFZOXTmNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vRm9OIWqTKM/s1600-h/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SQbFZOXTmNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vRm9OIWqTKM/s400/black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262110251772254418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 49, 129);"&gt;This poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2006, Written by an&lt;br /&gt;African Kid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;When I born, I black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;When I grow up, I black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;When I go in Sun, I black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;When I scared, I black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;When I sick, I black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;And when I die, I still black &lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt; And you white fellow &lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;When you born, you pink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;When you grow up, you white &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;When you go in sun, you red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt; When you cold, you blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 191, 24);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 191, 24);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;When you scared, you yellow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 160, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 160, 0);"&gt;When you sick, you green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt; And when you die, you gray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 130, 63);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 130, 63);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;And you calling me colored? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-2874249619815164713?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/2874249619815164713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=2874249619815164713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/2874249619815164713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/2874249619815164713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-poem-of-2006.html' title='The best poem of 2006'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SQbFZOXTmNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vRm9OIWqTKM/s72-c/black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-1548534127890543852</id><published>2008-09-19T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:42:16.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>51 Things to do in Kerala (Gods own country)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake upto the world’s best breakfast Kerala’s spread of morning dishes vellayappam, Uppuma, iddli, puttu,  masala dosa,appams etc. have been rated the best breakfast in the world by  Travel &amp;amp; Leisure magazine. A must-try is the crisp lacy appam served with  meat/vegetable stew. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk-through paddy fields Here’s different walking experience. Venture in to the very heart of the  paddy fields, on narrow dykes. Don’t lose yourself completely in the  dazzling green around you, as you’ll have to watch out for the slushy  water passages that run through your mud path.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tip toe across a coconut trunk bridge In the interiors of Kerala, you’ll come across plenty of small water  bodies with these extremely narrow Bridges. Watch the native folk cross  them with case, but think twice before you do. It isn't your cup of tea,  don’t worry. Further down the water’s edge you’ll find a more friendly  bridge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sip tender coconut Refresh yourself with a sip of cool tender coconut- nature’s rejuvenating  nectar – and a scoop of its soft white flesh, Nutrition at its natural  best.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a swig of toddy Ask your tour guide to arrange for fresh madhura kallu (sweet toddy  extracted from the coconut palm) and have it the Kerala way with exotic  karimeen pollichathu (baked fresh water fish) or spicy pickles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Stay on an exotic houseboat Embark on an enchanting journey across sun – dappled backwaters on a  kettuvallom-fully furnished traditional rice boats. While your eyes  explore the rustic life that floats by, treat your palate to backwater  delicacies prepared by your personal chef.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ride a Canoe Drift along serene waterways in a country craft, Enjoy the breeze, answer  a cuckoo’s call. Wave back at the cheerful village folk on the banks.  Invite some of their chirpy children to hop in for a ride. They’ll keep  you well entertained .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Workout on a treadmill In Kerala, traditional treadmills are still used to irrigate the paddy  fields. Try your luck with the local farmer and see if you can get to  pedal one. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See Chinese fishing nets watch fishermen tug at these huge nets with their rich haul. These nets  that billow from massive bamboo poles were brought here by traders from  the court of Kublai Khan, the Mongolian King. Their silhouettes against  the evening sky make for terrific pictures too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choose your pick from the Fisherman’s net Along the Malabar Coast and at Vasco da Gama Square in Fort Kochi, you can  select your favourite from an inviting display of juicy sear fish,  sardines, prawns, red snappers etc. Ask the friendly fisherman to fry it  for you the local way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feast on kappa and meen curry. Try Kerala’s hot red fish curry with steamed tapioca or boiled rice. It’ll  make your mouth water. And your eyes as well. But you’ll still enjoy it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Savour a Sadhya Seat yourself on the floor, roll your sleeves up and get started on this  multi-course feast of rice, 12-15 vegetarian dishes, spicy pickles,  crunchy banana chips, crispy pappadams, plantains and payasam- the  dessert. Served on a plantain leaf, the meal is eaten with the fingers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Wear a Kerala saree Stun your friends in Kerala saree - five metres of fine off-white cotton  edged with golden sari, that lends an extraordinary elegance to the person  wearing it. Each piece is specially woven on a traditional handloom.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wear jasmine in your hair  Get yourself a string of jasmine-the natural ornament for your hair. You  could even pluck them fresh from a garden and string them yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spice up your life Kerala is the Spice Coast of India. Take home a chest full of exotic  spices and win compliments for your aromatic cooking. These are also  available in special gift pouches.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ride on 8 tonner without wheels At the Periyar Wildlife Sanctuary in Thekkady, you&gt; and your friends can  majestically into the scenic jungle on an elephant. A mahout will guide  you on your enchanting journey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch birds  Spot egrets, herons, Siberian stork, darters, teals and hundreds of other  migratory birds in Kerala’s enchanting bird sanctuaries. Hear them sing.  Take their Family photograph. Applaud their aerobatic skills.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Follow the tiger’s trail Join the Thekkady tiger trail- a real adventure trek into the dense forest  with expert guides. Cook in the jungle. Sleep in tents. Wake up to the  sounds of the wilderness. Try and spot a tiger. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Design a floral pattern during Onam, the harvest festival in August/September, you can see  colourful, beautiful floral decorations in the courtyards of Kerala’s  homes. Try making one with family and friends. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheer a snake boat race watch the backwaters of Kerala come alive. Feel the excitement bubble in  you as teams of 100 oarsmen row their snake boats, their bodies swaying in  unison to the fast rhythm of full throated singing, in one of the most  exhilarating water sports.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feel the rain on your body  Kerala’s invigorating monsoon will cleanse you. Refresh you, rejuvenate  you. Let it run down your body, and wash away stress. So don’t just listen  to the pitter-patter on the roof. Step out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Munch an uppumanga  You’ll simply relish a meal that is accompanied by uppumanga, tender  mangoes preserved in brine for months (the longer, the better).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get an Ayurvedic massage  Gift yourself new life. Surrender to the magical fingers of specially  trained masseurs. To medicated baths that will refresh you. Herbal diets  that will replenish you. Yoga that will revitalize you. And meditation  that will recharge you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say hello to the Nilgiri Tahr  half the world population of the endangered Nilgiri Tahr live in the  Eravikulam National Park at Munnar. Friendly as they are, you can pat them  or pose for pictures with them. So meet them and have plenty to brag about  when you get back home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sip fine tea . Take a walk through the green carpeted tea hills of Kerala and strong  aromas will lead you in to the factories over a hundred years old. Here  you can taste and pick up the finest tea in the country. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marvel at elephant pageants. The spectacle of 30-60 caparisoned elephants will enthrall you as they  move in a majestic procession, while trumpets and drum beats work up to a  frenzy. The best of these spectacles is seen at the Thrissur Pooram.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listen to temple music Panchavadyam is an orchestra of 5 native instruments - suddha-maddalam,  kombu, edakka, elathalam and timila. This traditional temple music  accompanying elephant pageants builds up the festive spirit. And never  fails to leave its listeners entranced. Audio cassettes of panchavadyam  are available. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit the local markets Small stalls with fresh vegetables, fruits, fish, chicken… High pitched  salesmen luring you with impossible bargains. Visit these bustling markets  or chandas for fresh buys. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go bananas  In Kerala, red, green and yellow are synonymous with various types of  plantains’. These digestives come in different shapes too — tall, short,  stout, sleek... And while you taste banana chips, raw banana dishes,  banana milk shake, banana ice cream, dried bananas, fried bananas… you’ll  wonder if there’s any other fruit more versatile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try your hand at percussion  Kerala’s rich repertoire of percussion music and instruments is world  famous. So bring alive your taste for good music and learn whatever your  holiday allows. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheer racing oxen  Entertain yourself at a Kumbala, the local ritualistic bullock race of  Kasargod or a Kaalapoottu – the agrarian sport of Palakkad. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shop for souvenirs Kerala’s handicraft centers have an extraordinary collection of wood, coir  shell and sandalwood souvenirs, trinkets and jewellery. Wood carved  Kathakali masks, snake boats, elephants, jewellery boxes etc. are perfect  showpieces for your drawing rooms and ideal gifts for friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay in a tree house. Spend romantic nights in the tree houses of Palakkad washed in the sea. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a mud bath.  Go in for mud therapy and discover its healing properties at the Kavil Bhavan Yoga and Cultural Centre at Nileswaram, Kasaragod. eet  scent of the forest flowers, and let the sounds of the forest fill up your  dreams. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bask in sunshine Serene, secluded and spellbinding. Kerala has some of the best beaches in  the world. Ride the surf. Get a tan. Build sand castles. Or simply sift  sand through your toes. Anything you do here will unwind and relax you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch a Malayalam movie.  Malayalam movies have excellent story lines and some of them are  internationally acclaimed. If you visit the State during a film festival,  you’ll get to see good movies with English subtitles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bath in healing waters  Don’t miss your chance to take a dip in the waters of the Nelliyampathy  forests in Palakkad or the mineral springs at Varkala. These waters are  known for their medicinal properties. Take a splash, heal yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy gold for all occasions  Kerala’s gold jewellery, intricately designed and delicate, will steal any  woman’s heart. Make sure you have enough money on you before you step into a gold shop. Because whatever be your taste, you’ll find patterns you’d  wish to own.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Mirror,mirror…”  An Aranmula mirror is made of a finely polished alloy of four metals –  copper, silver, bronze and lead. Once a closely guarded preserve of  royalty, these ornamental mirrors are exceedingly rare-only two master  crafts men and their families still make them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feel the presence of God at Maramon  Witness the largest Christian convention of Asia at Maramon, near  Kozhencherry, Interestingly, the waters of the Pamba River dry up every  year to reveal sands that serve as the venue for the event. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ride in an autorickshaw Explore the streets of Kerala in an autorickshaw, a three wheeled taxi  painted yellow and black. Don’t be surprised if you meet a driver who has  a degree in English literature or is fairly fluent with the language.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peep into your future The fortune teller on the street has your future written on his cards –  your career, your life, you life partner and more. Just show him your palm  and wait while his parrot picks your card from the pack.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spin coir See nimble fingers at work as they spin water treated coconut fibre into  long ropes with a traditional hand spindle in the suburbs of Kollam. You  can shop at a number of roadside stalls for brightly coloured coir door  mats, wall hangings and carpets. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn exotic art forms  Watch kathakali, mohiniyattam, theyyam or thiruvathira and pursue one that  interests you most. Learn how a story unveils through the eyes, fingers, feet and myriad expressions of the artist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rock about in a bullock cart On a pleasant evening, traverse the scenic mud roads of Kerala at the  unhurried pace of a bullock cart. The tinkling bells and  roll-over-from-side-to-side motion of the cart will full you into a lazy  reverie. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk the lanes of Fort Kochi  Put on your hat and sunglasses, wear comfortable sandals and embark on a  walking tour of Fort Kochi where bastions, churches and mansions built by the British, Dutch and the Portuguese, 500 years ago will greet you.  Interestingly, Vasco da Gama, one of the world’s greatest explorers, was  buried here. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Order a metre of tea Stop by a thattukada, a roadside kiosk, for a steaming cup of strong tea.  Watch the expert stretch it to a metre while pouring it from glass to  glass, blending it well and building up a tempting froth in the process.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Climb rugged heights. Not all places to visit in Kerala are on well travelled roads. Or on roads  at all. Hike up rugged terrains at Munnar, Wayanad and Kakkayam  (Kozhikode) for an exhilarating experience. If you haven’t tried rock  climbing before, our experts will teach you the tricks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Engage in water sports An adventure sports lover will rarely find time to stay idle in Kerala. Her beaches provide you with unlimited watersporting options of wind  surfing, rafting, sailing, power boating and even that of a simple  catamaran ride. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a train through paradise A train journey is an interesting way to experience Kerala. Get a window  seat and watch the landscape unfold like pages of a colourful picture  book, or acquaint yourself with your fellow travellers who make  interesting profiles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Treat your sweet tooth. The famous Mithai Street of Kozkikkod has everything to make your mouth  water – from heavenly haluvas, juicy jillebies to creamy milk sweets,  Relish them as they melt in your mouth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-1548534127890543852?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/1548534127890543852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=1548534127890543852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/1548534127890543852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/1548534127890543852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2008/09/51-things-to-do-in-kerala-gods-own.html' title='51 Things to do in Kerala (Gods own country)'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-5543400557342350357</id><published>2008-09-17T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:54:49.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alphabet of Success</title><content type='html'>A: Avoid all negatives- people, habits, thinking.&lt;br /&gt;B: Believe in yourself and in Life.&lt;br /&gt;C: Constantly add to your prospect list.&lt;br /&gt;D: Dream, Dream, Dream.&lt;br /&gt;E: Expect the Best and only the Best.&lt;br /&gt;F: Focus, Focus, Focus.&lt;br /&gt;G: Give more than you expect to receive.&lt;br /&gt;H: Hold tight to your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I: Ignore those who discourage you.&lt;br /&gt;J: Just do it!&lt;br /&gt;K: Keep trying until you get it right.&lt;br /&gt;L: Lead by example.&lt;br /&gt;M: Make it happen, no matter what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;N: Never compromise your integrity.&lt;br /&gt;O: Open yourself to learning.&lt;br /&gt;P: Project it until you perfect it.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Quit procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;R: Respect others and respect yourself.&lt;br /&gt;S: Serve your partners and your customers.&lt;br /&gt;T: Take control of your destiny.&lt;br /&gt;U: Understand that anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;V: Visualize.&lt;br /&gt;W: Want it more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;X: Xcellerate your efforts.&lt;br /&gt;Y: You are God's unique and important Creation.&lt;br /&gt;Z: Zero in on your goal and go for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-5543400557342350357?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/5543400557342350357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=5543400557342350357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/5543400557342350357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/5543400557342350357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2008/09/alphabet-of-success.html' title='The Alphabet of Success'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-1153298222902374054</id><published>2008-08-24T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T03:58:34.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother Varun &amp; his drawings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SLGHxOIhrzI/AAAAAAAAADE/6x0k0EX_LF0/s1600-h/varun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SLGHxOIhrzI/AAAAAAAAADE/6x0k0EX_LF0/s400/varun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238117121285795634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my younger brother Varun. He is 7 years old and he is very good in drawings, so I am uploading some drawings of Varun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SLGIzEqovbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2XGwh8xn0qY/s1600-h/varun+landscape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SLGIzEqovbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2XGwh8xn0qY/s400/varun+landscape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238118252615876018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SLGIIfMGUCI/AAAAAAAAADM/2-67M77iEn8/s1600-h/varun+air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SLGIIfMGUCI/AAAAAAAAADM/2-67M77iEn8/s400/varun+air.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238117521001173026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SLGIQkUfvBI/AAAAAAAAADU/MhXFYpOlpRo/s1600-h/varun+boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SLGIQkUfvBI/AAAAAAAAADU/MhXFYpOlpRo/s400/varun+boat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238117659817524242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SLGIY27kPyI/AAAAAAAAADc/oSIeBvzm0Pw/s1600-h/varun+butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SLGIY27kPyI/AAAAAAAAADc/oSIeBvzm0Pw/s400/varun+butterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238117802252189474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SLGIg-ufmYI/AAAAAAAAADk/TZ2X5VcY6k0/s1600-h/varun+cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SLGIg-ufmYI/AAAAAAAAADk/TZ2X5VcY6k0/s400/varun+cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238117941783796098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-1153298222902374054?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/1153298222902374054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=1153298222902374054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/1153298222902374054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/1153298222902374054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-brother-varun-his-drawings.html' title='My Brother Varun &amp; his drawings'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SLGHxOIhrzI/AAAAAAAAADE/6x0k0EX_LF0/s72-c/varun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-156156015588255164</id><published>2008-08-11T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:46:42.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some mothers do have them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SKEG-LeRDQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UWeap78pYaU/s1600-h/abhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SKEG-LeRDQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UWeap78pYaU/s400/abhi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233471907282619650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 11, 2008 Beijing, China &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abhinav_Bindra"&gt;Abhinav Bindra&lt;/a&gt; won India’s first individual Olympic gold medal after a span of 108 years. It was really a memorable day for all Indians, his family, coach and of course all with whom Abhinav was associated. We Indians are really proud of Abhinav, for we Indians you are modern Arjun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-156156015588255164?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/156156015588255164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=156156015588255164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/156156015588255164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/156156015588255164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-mothers-do-have-them.html' title='Some mothers do have them'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SKEG-LeRDQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UWeap78pYaU/s72-c/abhi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-8950042267279725198</id><published>2008-07-19T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T00:25:19.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palani temple prasad goes high-tech</title><content type='html'>The delicious handmade &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://palani.org/panchamirtham.htm"&gt;panchamirtham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; the prasad, made of five fruit and pure sugar and sugar candy in the famous Lord &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.sanatan.org/en/festivals/hindu/ksv2.htm"&gt;Muruga&lt;/a&gt; temple at &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://palani.org/"&gt;Palani&lt;/a&gt; hill shrine in Tamil Nadu, may give way to mechanised fruit mix as the temple administration plans to set up a high-tech automated plant to make it. The Panchamirtham of the Dhandayuthapani Swamy temple is famous, like the laddu of &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.tirumala.org/"&gt;Lord Venkateshwaraswami&lt;/a&gt; temple of &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tirupati"&gt;Tirupati&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; and is regarded as the oldest form of jam. Temple authorities said their main objective in introducing automated plants is to produce the prasadam in a hygienic condition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-8950042267279725198?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/8950042267279725198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=8950042267279725198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/8950042267279725198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/8950042267279725198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2008/07/palani-temple-prasad-goes-high-tech.html' title='Palani temple prasad goes high-tech'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-1671627503580756888</id><published>2008-06-26T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:00:33.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goa monsoon magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SGsZKujGLrI/AAAAAAAAACk/kCtf7Z-jWt8/s1600-h/fort+aquada.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SGsZKujGLrI/AAAAAAAAACk/kCtf7Z-jWt8/s320/fort+aquada.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218292265323474610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goa is popularly known the world over, as a paradise by the sea. But during the monsoon, Goa has a different kind of haunting beauty. If you are open to the offbeat holiday, a monsoon retreat in Goa can be captivating. The rains transforms the landscape dramatically and the countryside turns refreshingly green and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmers slough fields that will soon turn into a sea of green, and you might be lucky enough to catch the lively and exhilarating. Another notable factor is that most of the resorts offer heavy discounts and packages during the monsoon season. So not only do you get a chance to see a different side of Goa during the rains, but you can also hone your negotiating skills to get the best deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SGsZW4JCGmI/AAAAAAAAACs/bEAQSgN7E8I/s1600-h/fort+aquada1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SGsZW4JCGmI/AAAAAAAAACs/bEAQSgN7E8I/s320/fort+aquada1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218292474056940130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit Goa's many beautiful temples and churches or perhaps just enjoy a bird-watching cruise or a dolphin-spotting trip together. It is also well connected by air as well as rail and road networks. And if you need still more reasons to visit Goa, you can find them in the warmth and hospitality of her people and the tantalizing Goan cuisine, especially the scrumptious seafood specialties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goa has much more to offer, Goa is beautiful in all seasons and I feel people should make the most of the opportunity to visit the state during monsoon season too, when the cooler climes and the lush greenery all around make for a whole new, refreshingly different experience. Aside from being less crowded during monsoons, the gentle sound of the falling rain is also the perfect inspiration for creative people, including thinkers, poets and artists, to reawaken and reconnect with the wellsprings of creativity within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-1671627503580756888?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/1671627503580756888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=1671627503580756888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/1671627503580756888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/1671627503580756888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2008/06/goa-is-popularly-known-world-over-as.html' title='Goa monsoon magic'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SGsZKujGLrI/AAAAAAAAACk/kCtf7Z-jWt8/s72-c/fort+aquada.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-8804927517147665398</id><published>2008-05-26T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:12:55.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip to Narara Marine National Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SDp2PBHmmDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y3jE1KXYPeo/s1600-h/narara+map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204602319750469682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 395px; height: 264px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SDp2PBHmmDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y3jE1KXYPeo/s320/narara+map.jpg" border="0" height="274" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marine National park at &lt;a href="http://videos.oneindia.in/watch/3831/marine-park-narara-bet-island.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Narara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bet in Gujarat is attracting a large number of tourists, as diverse aquatic species are available here. In the marine park's shallow waters, various species like live coral, live shell, algae plants, live oyster, prawns and crabs are easily seen floating and unwinding. Narara Bet is one of the 42 islands in the Arabian Sea covered by coral reefs and mangrove swamps which is a paradise for marine life lovers.The sea of Gujarat is around 1600 KM, longest for a state in India. And Jamnagar has around 220 KM of longest sea-shore in whole Gujarat. The low tide marine national park makes Jamnagar an interesting place for Aquatic Species lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SDp8RRHmmFI/AAAAAAAAABE/7HI1k0ttXCw/s1600-h/1blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SDp8RRHmmFI/AAAAAAAAABE/7HI1k0ttXCw/s320/1blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204608955474942034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B K Shilu, Forest Officer, Narara Range was our guide.We did not waste anytime and started our trek. Shilubhai is a gem of a person very humble and had a sound knowledge about this marine park. Before starting he gave us some instructions regarding the history of the park and strictly told not to carry any plastic bags because it may pollute the whole area. As we entered the park it was surrounded by mangroves, Shilubhai explained the importance of mangroves to our environment, it is a great help during tsunami and shelter for birds too. "The sea in Gujarat is specifically different from other seas of the country because marine life here can be seen simply walking in low tide. You can experience something like this in very few places in the world. One has to go underwater even in the Great Barrier Reef, where a variety of corals and marine life is found," said Shilubhai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SDp-NxHmmGI/AAAAAAAAABM/2wJRkQM0oas/s1600-h/2blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SDp-NxHmmGI/AAAAAAAAABM/2wJRkQM0oas/s320/2blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204611094368655458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we were walking through mangroves, Shilubhai caught hold of a crab and showed us each and every part of its body. Kids were really happy seeing the first sighting of Narara. Most of this marine creatures do have a gods give gift that is camouflage that helps to protect themselves from there enemies. A few yards away Shilubhai caught hold of an Octopus it was light brown in colour an injected ink like blue colour when it was caught, he showed as its tentacles and let us have the feel of that vaccum effect when we touched the tentacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between he showed us marine vegetation algae, sea cucumber, sponge and one unusual thing something really beautiful looked as big as a lotus leaf and look alike moss I have also posted the photo, the best part of this was when touched it simply disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sweating it was almost 7.50 am at that moment Shilubhai caught hold of a Star Fish, he allowed us to touch and have a feel of it. It was live Oyster this time and I took the photo of it. We walk through the Coral reefs for about 20 minutes, now it was time to return our mood was off because the best part of Narara is the Puffer Fish. I told Shilubhai unless an until we see Puffer Fish we will not go back. At around 9.10 am Shilubhai caught hold of the Puffer Fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SDqAphHmmHI/AAAAAAAAABU/81nq_vEzScA/s1600-h/3blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SDqAphHmmHI/AAAAAAAAABU/81nq_vEzScA/s320/3blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204613770133280882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best part of Puffer Fish is when it is water it looks like a normal fish and as soon as you catch hold of this fish it turns in a small size of a hand ball. And it can stay alive for almost two to three hours as its body is filled with water. I thank Shilubhai for sharing his valuable information regarding marine life. For me it was a dream come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-8804927517147665398?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/8804927517147665398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=8804927517147665398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/8804927517147665398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/8804927517147665398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-trip-to-narara-marine-national-park.html' title='My Trip to Narara Marine National Park'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SDp2PBHmmDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y3jE1KXYPeo/s72-c/narara+map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1334618895742168355.post-3636657098276196555</id><published>2008-04-26T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T01:49:16.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream machine :</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SBLbwHqry3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tm1fMNg_MLQ/s1600-h/my+dream+machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193454940049886066" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SBLbwHqry3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tm1fMNg_MLQ/s320/my+dream+machine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SBLbwHqry3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tm1fMNg_MLQ/s1600-h/my+dream+machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the school was over, the very next day football camp started at my school which was of 13 days. On the 4th day of camp I saw a jet black &lt;a href="http://www.hummer.com/"&gt;Hummer&lt;/a&gt;, same day in the evening I had my drawing classes I told my drawing sir today I will make my own dream machine drawing. He was very happy to hear about it and told me to goahead. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SBLbwHqry3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tm1fMNg_MLQ/s1600-h/my+dream+machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SBLbwHqry3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tm1fMNg_MLQ/s1600-h/my+dream+machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SBLbwHqry3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tm1fMNg_MLQ/s1600-h/my+dream+machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1334618895742168355-3636657098276196555?l=gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/feeds/3636657098276196555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1334618895742168355&amp;postID=3636657098276196555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/3636657098276196555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1334618895742168355/posts/default/3636657098276196555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudhkaharsh.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-dream-machine.html' title='My dream machine :'/><author><name>Harsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16762873245857077889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SAgufL9VeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NQoPlru1YOY/S220/harsh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7f0irLOFIAc/SBLbwHqry3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tm1fMNg_MLQ/s72-c/my+dream+machine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
