<?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-2717165711833852563</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:47:02.528+05:30</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Random Thoughts'/><category term='Gmail'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='Love Life'/><category term='Google'/><category term='Quotes By Me'/><category term='Movie Reviews'/><category term='Photographs'/><category term='Mail Goggles'/><title type='text'>A Pearl In The Desert</title><subtitle type='html'>THIS IS A BLOG OF SNEHAL PATEL, THAT DESCRIBES HIS IDEAS ABOUT THE WORLD. THE PERSPECTIVE FROM WHICH HE HAS SEEN THE WORLD SO FAR. THANKS FOR VISITING MY BLOG.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-8324694904392253454</id><published>2010-03-20T01:50:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-20T02:03:04.451+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mail Goggles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gmail'/><title type='text'>Why people love Google, A Classic Case!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Its late Friday night, I just booked an air ticket to Chennai. Got an email (to be more specific gmail :P) from the site where I had booked the ticket. I just tried to forward it to my fiancee, that I am coming to meet you soon honey, and guess what came infront of me. A Mail Goggles Window by Google Mail... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Just have a look at it, how it looks like. I was puzzled. I just thought that I might be victim of some spyware or virus. But, to my surprise the link that a quick Google search showed me was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://gmailblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-in-labs-stop-sending-mail-you-later.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;http://gmailblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-in-labs-stop-sending-mail-you-later.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JE4qNpFW6Yk/SOqpiLLxp9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/XYSCAMMWkng/s400/mail_goggles.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;When I read the description why this feature was implemented, it was Dil-logical.... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Just try to send email using gmail at late night on weekends, and you will come across the same scary popup. But, don't worry, your bank account is safe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-8324694904392253454?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/8324694904392253454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=8324694904392253454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/8324694904392253454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/8324694904392253454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-people-love-google-classic-case.html' title='Why people love Google, A Classic Case!!!'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JE4qNpFW6Yk/SOqpiLLxp9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/XYSCAMMWkng/s72-c/mail_goggles.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-1831791038575669951</id><published>2009-05-09T08:05:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:12:40.780+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Life'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/58/220279254_17c20cbec5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 470px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/58/220279254_17c20cbec5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Be Ready, Open Your Arms Fully To Embrace...And One Fine Day Love Will Find Its Way To You... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-1831791038575669951?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/1831791038575669951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=1831791038575669951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/1831791038575669951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/1831791038575669951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2009/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/58/220279254_17c20cbec5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-2671292213043079005</id><published>2009-03-26T14:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:43:57.567+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Life &amp; Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the (rat) race of life, don't forget your near and dear ones who are left behind. If they can't run with you, you should have patience to wait for them. It will be a virtue, and believe me it will pay at a later day. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-2671292213043079005?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/2671292213043079005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=2671292213043079005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/2671292213043079005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/2671292213043079005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-race.html' title='Life &amp; Race'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-7764546028207430691</id><published>2009-02-26T08:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:10:49.782+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes By Me'/><title type='text'>To Be With...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;If You Can't Be With The Person In His/Her Bad Times...You Don't Have Right To Be With Him/Her In His/Her Good Times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-7764546028207430691?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/7764546028207430691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=7764546028207430691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/7764546028207430691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/7764546028207430691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-be-with.html' title='To Be With...'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-4084284708133285012</id><published>2009-01-31T22:55:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:23:29.435+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Why Not "Khuda Ke Liye" And "Slumdog Millionaire" ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Just finished watching "Khuda Ke Liye". Don't know when was it released, but Life never permits me to do whatever I want to do, on the time. One of the finest movies I ever saw, I must say. I was just wondering, if "Slumdog Millionaire" can be nominated for Oscar, why not "Khuda Ke Liye"? Maybe there had been some reasons it couldn't reach to that level. But if one says that SDM is depiction of reality of India, then KKL is also depiction of reality of Pakistan as well as USA. Why wasn't it promoted to that level? Just because USA was pictured in nasty way in the movie? Well what is shown in the movie about USA, is true. People who were Muslims or resembled Asians were tortured in a wrong manner to the level that they almost became insane or left USA forever with family. Not only the USA government, but even local people who were living in their neighbourhood, and were eating from the same plate till yesterday, started looking at them in a suspicious way. And this was the fact of America. Why wasn't this movie appreciated by any western country? One of the reasons could be that the movie was made in Hindi rather than English. But still I believe, Oscar nominations for regional movies have no language barriers. What I want to say is just Westerns please stop being bias towards easterns. I will surely agree to the comments by Mr. Bachhan on SDM. Westerns can't see progress of Easterns, they are just jealous or maybe they feel inferior when we stand on the ground with them with our shoulders and chest tight. But hey people, remember "The World Is Flat" by Thomas L. Friedman...Today or tomorrow, you will have to fight with us to survive... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-4084284708133285012?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/4084284708133285012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=4084284708133285012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/4084284708133285012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/4084284708133285012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-not-khuda-ke-liye-and-slumdog.html' title='Why Not &quot;Khuda Ke Liye&quot; And &quot;Slumdog Millionaire&quot; ???'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-241291868463688856</id><published>2009-01-01T23:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:03:35.976+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2009 !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Lets dig into the new year, and find out whats in its store for us in this new year? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-241291868463688856?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/241291868463688856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=241291868463688856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/241291868463688856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/241291868463688856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy New Year 2009 !!!'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-2604131049760760268</id><published>2008-11-23T17:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:56:22.928+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes By Me'/><title type='text'>Relationship With Life !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;I have a beautiful Give And Take Relationship with Life. Life Gives Me Something, And In Turn Life Takes Away Something From Me !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-2604131049760760268?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/2604131049760760268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=2604131049760760268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/2604131049760760268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/2604131049760760268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2008/11/relationship-with-life.html' title='Relationship With Life !!!'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-6751786745166222213</id><published>2008-10-29T00:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:14:45.469+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>New Year !!! Its Here, Now !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Happy New Year...Its going to be a rocking year...Its going to be a year of filling The Cup Of Life...I am going to convert dreams into realities this year...No matter what it takes...Right now listening to Enrique...Greeting the Awaken World...I know, I am going to miss those beautiful moments of life while I will be indulged in fulfilling my dreams...But, let me hope I will get time in future to live those moments...Life always gives multiple opportunities, One just need to have wisdom to identify it...Hope I will get that wisdom during the process of my reincarnation...Lets conquer the dreams...Cheersssss !!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-6751786745166222213?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/6751786745166222213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=6751786745166222213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/6751786745166222213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/6751786745166222213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-year-its-here-now.html' title='New Year !!! Its Here, Now !!!'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-941665564391705275</id><published>2008-10-19T22:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:42:57.949+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes By Me'/><title type='text'>Focus On Your Abilities !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;The Key To Achieve What You Want Is Focus On It, Like You Focus Rays Of Sun With A Magnifying Glass. You Can't Realize Power That You Can Have, Until You Focus !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-941665564391705275?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/941665564391705275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=941665564391705275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/941665564391705275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/941665564391705275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2008/10/focus-on-your-abilities-and.html' title='Focus On Your Abilities !!!'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-4890336916644991476</id><published>2008-10-19T22:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:36:46.371+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes By Me'/><title type='text'>Risks And Opportunities !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;If You Don't Take The Risk Today, You Risk To Lose Everything That You Can Have Tomorrow !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-4890336916644991476?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/4890336916644991476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=4890336916644991476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/4890336916644991476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/4890336916644991476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2008/10/risk-and-opportunity.html' title='Risks And Opportunities !!!'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-4638763927701519320</id><published>2008-09-01T22:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:14:01.183+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>Rock On...Rocking Movie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Rock On...the story of Hope and Despair...the story of Friendship and Love...the story of Life and Death...the story of Courage and Fear...the story of Sacrificing Most Precious Thing in Life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock On, a truly rocking movie by Farhan Akhtar. And a heavy metal rock listening to which you can't glue yourself on the seat. Almost all strange faces, but they never let you feel they are newbies throughout the movie. A well flowing story holds you right in your seat. I heard it was kinda Jhankar Beats movie, but its not right at all. Its far far hatke from Jhankar Beats. Some of the best heavy metal rock served by Shankar, Ehsaan &amp;amp; Loy. And no need to mention the power of words, lyrics by Javed Akhtar. A must watch movie if you are mad about music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyyyy... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-4638763927701519320?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/4638763927701519320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=4638763927701519320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/4638763927701519320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/4638763927701519320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2008/09/rock-onrocking-movie.html' title='Rock On...Rocking Movie...'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-2654910942854593496</id><published>2008-08-16T11:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-16T11:22:59.527+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes All You Need Is Just One...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/SKZrC45P7UI/AAAAAAAAAyg/BEu2OWujTac/s1600-h/rakhi2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234989314241195330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/SKZrC45P7UI/AAAAAAAAAyg/BEu2OWujTac/s200/rakhi2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Today is Rakhi. I have many rakhis in my hand. But still feel something is missing. That special rakhi, that bond is missing somewhere. Its all void without that. My heart screams, but it is not allowed to cry. As I have to be support of my parents. Once Mom will see me crying, she will be broken. And I can't afford it. So, I have to hide my tears. The memroies of my sister occupies my mind, leaving no space for other thoughts. But its rule of life, to move on. I can't stand at some point in life. Sometimes I feel guilty inside, that how can I try to bury her memories so easily. But, I have to. I have to show up, I am Okay. So that Mom and Dad feels I am really Okay. Dad is still strong. For Mom, it seems her life has stopped. She never ever forgets 8th of every month. She regularly distributes chocolates or biscuits or some stuff to children without fail. But still I am happy that her job is keeping her busy. Else I don't know what might have happened to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Anyways, Life has taught me how to handle the most critical situation of life. So, I am thankful to Life. And dear Jigi, you are always immortal in our memories. May God Bless You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-2654910942854593496?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/2654910942854593496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=2654910942854593496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/2654910942854593496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/2654910942854593496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-all-you-need-is-just-one.html' title='Sometimes All You Need Is Just One...'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/SKZrC45P7UI/AAAAAAAAAyg/BEu2OWujTac/s72-c/rakhi2005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-7755204903166188034</id><published>2008-07-23T01:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-23T01:20:34.931+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Had Been To Joy Ride...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;After a long time, we all IT Professionals were reunited over the dinner. I was looking for something like this since last week. The work schedule last week was so hectic that I even couldn't enjoy meeting friends on weekends. But, when Bhavin called me up in the evening that they have planned a dinner tonight. I was very happy to know that, but at the same time I was in doubt whether I will be able to make it up or not. But, I had decided no matter what, I am going out with them. So, left the office without informing my Zaalim STL. Reached home, had shower and reached at Bhavin's place. We all gathered at nearer cross roads, and went to S.G. Highway. We were 9 friends, Bhavin, Dhruv P., Dhruv S., Dhara, Nikhil, Vivek, Kuldip, Bobby and me. The dinner was just an excuse for all of us to get reunited. We went to have Kathiyavadi food. We all enjoyed teasing each other during the dinner. Everyone knew each other's life so very well that we had story for every friend. After the dinner we went to the Sports Garden. I saw that garden for the first time. It was a beautiful garden with all sports amenities and a lush green lawn. We walked for sometime in the garden. The garden had all features that a Lover's Point should have. Open till late nights, no intervention of police, no lights and so on...hehe. We found a nice place to sit there. Again, we all had lots of conversation about each other's life. After sometime Hardik also came there, who was earlier busy with his office work. Hardik, Dhruv P. and I did jogging on the jogging track. Hardik and Dhruv P. also had a running race. It was too late by then, so we all decided to leave. And I came home. Came online to check emails and to write this post. Its 1:17 am now. I am tired now. So, will catch you later buddies. Good Night. And Have Fun. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-7755204903166188034?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/7755204903166188034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=7755204903166188034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/7755204903166188034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/7755204903166188034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2008/07/had-been-to-joy-ride.html' title='Had Been To Joy Ride...'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-8350504034107849394</id><published>2008-07-18T05:39:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-18T06:07:35.396+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Busy Days Are Back Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="#990000"&gt;Its 5:39 am, and here I am striking my fingers with the keyboard. Last three days before yesterday were damn damn hectic days. Finally, we had a client call and we could see a light at the end of the tunnel. Lets see, how long that light remains there. hehe. So, I was very much busy in preparing Feature List and Estimation of the NAV project. We were trying to achieve something out of nothing. But, anyways thats all we could do, as we were not supplied much details of the project by the client except the Requirement Guide. So, since last three days Divyesh, Shailendra and me were striking our head with those complex diagrams and workflows given by client. Finally, there is little hope that by today, we'll be able to make it up. Lets see.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="#990000"&gt;Gotta go for now... Catch you later guyz... :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-8350504034107849394?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/8350504034107849394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=8350504034107849394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/8350504034107849394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/8350504034107849394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-days-are-back-again.html' title='Busy Days Are Back Again...'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-7525518972889851860</id><published>2008-07-11T20:48:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:11:09.294+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Want To Sleep In The Lap Of Rain, I Find Solace There...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Rain, I just love it. The sound of Raindrops, sometimes whispering in my ears and sometimes laughing with open heart, fills my heart with joy. It started around 10:45 pm yesterday night. It rained heavily first and then kept drizzling the whole night. In the morning it took a short commercial break. hehe. As soon as I was ready to leave for the office, clouds again started spreading its wings in the sky. On the way to the office, the Rain was at its peak. I wanted to get wet, but having no choice, I had to wear raincoat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day at office was just like a rainy day, cozy and lazy. Saw a peacock singing a song on the nearby bungalow's terrace. Maybe he was trying to impress the peahen. hehe. I had no specific work to do today, so continued my journey with Research on the integration of NAV with WSS. At last, I was short of two tools, without which integration was not possible. My situation was like a warrior, who had no weapons to continue the fight. So, finally I intimated Divyesh about current stage of development. He gave me good news that a meeting is supposedly going to be arranged on Monday with the prospective client of NAV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arpan, my colleague who sits just next to me was going to his inlaws home at Rajasthan. He wanted to buy some sweets for them, and told me if I can accompany him in choosing sweets for him. Neki Aur Puchh Puchh???...hehe. I said, of course buddy call me whenever you need a company in buying sweets. We went to the Kandoi Bhogilal Mulchand's sweet shop. Tasted few pieces of sweets and namkeens, as per our PREPLANNING. haha. Ordered sweets, and came out of the shop. He had lots of things to carry on the bike, so I had to help him out in arranging things on the bike. He thanked me and left on his way, and I came home. Had my dinner and came online to check emails and post this blog. I need to start reading some stuff now, about Remoting and Threading. God knows, when this reading thing will stop following me. Sala, isse to achchha hota gadho ka doctor ban gaya hota... :P...hehe...Ciao for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-7525518972889851860?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/7525518972889851860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=7525518972889851860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/7525518972889851860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/7525518972889851860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2008/07/want-to-sleep-in-lap-of-rain-i-find.html' title='Want To Sleep In The Lap Of Rain, I Find Solace There...'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-8931844510087886762</id><published>2008-07-10T21:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:48:42.094+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Installation Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Today was the Installation Day. Today I was told to find in and out of Integration between SharePoint Web Server and Dynamics NAVision. So, I had to install VPC (Virtual PC), Win Server 2003, .NET FX 2.0, .NET FX 3.5, WSS (Windows SharePoint Services) 3.0, VS 2005(Visual Studio 2005), SQL Server 2005. So, it ate my whole day, and the result was a big "0". hehe. So, even tomorrow I will be spending before lunch time in the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Music Class after leaving office. Was told to do reverse exercise "Sa Ni Dha Pa Ma Ga Re Sa". Couldn't play well this piece. But now feeling confident in the "Sa Re Ga Ma Pa Dha Ni Sa". So, I know I will also make the reverse one within 2-3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, had dinner, came online to check emails and post the blog. Today my mood was to listen to the music, and the songs that I added in the Media Player are : Jane Do Na and Cheeni Kum both from Cheeni Kum, Naina Thag Lenge from Omkara, In Dino and Rishtey from Metro and Beete Lamhe from Train. Slow songs with beautiful lyrics. Want to sleep early today, have kinda backpain and little tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for the day. Catch you tomorrow. Till then Adios... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-8931844510087886762?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/8931844510087886762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=8931844510087886762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/8931844510087886762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/8931844510087886762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2008/07/installation-day.html' title='The Installation Day...'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-7339805561076379150</id><published>2008-07-09T20:18:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:12:32.090+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>One More Shock...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Kirtan is finally out of the so called exaggerated NAV Project now. I am the sole developer now working on NAV. We had predicted this shock long time back, but we were not sure that the time would come so fast. Anyways, I also hope to get some project on .NET. Actually the problem is that these guys don't know what they want to develop. They are just aiming in the dark. Today, I was told to do R &amp;amp; D on integration between Share Point Web Server and Microsoft Dynamics CRM. Now, what the hell they want to achieve using it, even they don't know. They are just wasting my time and energy. I should better start reading Interview Questions, so that I can part with them on the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Today was usual cloudy day. Clouds in the sky, but no signs of rain. I just hate this illusion. It seems that it will start raining within 10-15 minutes, and you keep waiting and waiting. Reached office, and heard a GOOD news that Kirtan will start working on the new .NET Project. He and I knew that noone bother if he will have to leave NAV, and we were true. Divyesh told him to continue on the new project until there is some news about NAV project (which I guess we won't ever get). I was told to do R &amp;amp; D on MOSS (Microsoft Office SharePoint Server) and MSCRM (Microsoft Dynamics Customer Relationship Management). As part of the task, I took appointment with Rajesh to gain more understanding on MSCRM. In the break Mehul told me if I want to join him to the Corporate House (CH) office. He was having some work at the Corporation Bank, located just below our another branch office. I also had to collect Form 16 from CH Office, so I joined him at 1:00 pm. I thought, we would come back and will have lunch together. But, (un)luckily his bike's clutch wire broke, while we were leaving the CH office. So, we had to spent about half an hour at the garage. Hence, we were obviously running out of time, as lunch time was already over. We reached Gopal Palace (GP) Office, after his bike was OK. We rushed for the lunch in the canteen. Had our lunch, and came back. It was 2:20 by that time. I pinged Rajesh, whether I could meet him for the CRM stuff. He said yes, so went to him and took understanding of MSCRM from him. He suggested me to meet Kalrav, who was presently working on one CRM application. I met Kalrav, he seemed a very cooperative person. He gave me all the required information along with showing indepth demo of MSCRM. After returning back to my desk, I did usual R &amp;amp; D work on the MOSS &amp;amp; MSCRM. After office, came home, had my dinner, came online, checked mails, and posted today's post. I need to go offline now, as I need to practice Guitar, else my Music Master is going to scold me tomorrow. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Forgot to mention the incident, I came across today. I was standing on the roadside parking waiting for Mehul to come. I saw a beggar child who was begging few steps away from me. As soon as he went away from the place he was begging, I saw a 10 Rupee note lying on the ground. And a smile came on my face. That beggar was standing just above that 10 Rupee note. It tells a lot about life. Sometimes we look for something outside, we look for it desperately, but we don't find it. I think we need to look for it within ourselves first. If its not within ourselves, then we should find it outside. Sometimes the destination is very nearer, but we can't identify it. Ok, Ok, no more boring philosophy of life. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Good Night, Adios... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-7339805561076379150?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/7339805561076379150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=7339805561076379150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/7339805561076379150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/7339805561076379150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-more-shock.html' title='One More Shock...'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-9187605149360385119</id><published>2008-07-09T00:33:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:15:14.617+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>Jane Tu Ya Jane Na...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Its 12:34 am, my usual time to sleep. But don't worry, I won't sleep without writing today's post. Just had been to JTYJN. OK Movie. I was searching for the magical music of Rehman throughout the movie, but couldn't find it anywhere except some scattered pieces of background music. Don't know whether my expectation was high, or the music that he gave was low. Anyways, the Aditi song was superb along with that Pappu Can't Dance. The story was like old sandwich wrapped in a new wrapper. It had some good ideas, but they could make it more better. I would say, if someone enjoys movie in chunks, he/she can definitely enjoy it. And yes, I am the one who enjoy life in chunks, to fir movie kaunsi badi baat hai...hehe....So, I enjoyed the movie except some boring scenes. Comedy dialogues were the heart of the movie. Looking at the first half I guessed, Imran Khan as well as Genelia still needs to polish their acting. But, later on they had acted well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me come to the point, how I thought of watching this movie. I had a talk with Vaishali as well as Shweta about the movie. Both of them praised the movie so much, that I was tempted to see it. Luckily, I got an offer from my colleague Kirtan who is also working with me on the same project. He was planning to see the movie with his friend. We planned that we would go for the 7:45 pm show at Wide Angle. But at the last moment, Divyesh sent us the message, that Kar Sir is coming to see the developments that we did today. We came to know that aaj ke plan ka to band baj gaya. But Kirtan told me that he will see, if he can get tickets for the 9:30 pm show at Cine Max. Fortunately, we got the tickets, and he called me to reach to the theatre around 9:15. I reached their, called him up. He told me he was having dinner with his friend. After some time, I got call from him and he told me to come at the theatre upstairs. He was waiting there with me. When I saw him from the ground floor. He waved me, with his friend (I don't know whether I should put "girl" before friend or not. Still not sure about it. hehe.) She was Shobha, she was also working in the same industry as of ours. Though she was working as QA. We talked for sometime, and went inside the hall. And now onwards, read the first paragraph.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day at office was OK. Neither good nor bad. Kirtan and I implemented some changes suggested by Divyesh in the Demo Application that we had developed yesterday to show Mr. Kar. I could read some technical details of Remoting, which I wanted to read for a long time, but couldn't manage to read it in the past. Saw the pictures taken at the DJ Party in the office. The pictures were taken using Canon Powershot G9. Seemed a good camera, because inspite of the darkness, the photographs taken had good quality. I heard that Bhumika, one of my colleagues who joined on the same date as of mine, is given One month notice to improve her performance. This is really silly. She was given a cheque of 10K, just before two weeks for the good work. And now she is given notice. I realized now, that why she was given that cheque. Don't want to go inside the matter for now, maybe some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming from office, I had my dinner. I couldn't go for the walk as I had to rush for the movie. Had a talk with Didi, who was feeling little low, due to the problems she had at her workplace. I think thats all for today. Nothing special happened today, except when I went to take the Soup at the office's 6th floor, the machine was showing Water Level Low....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios ppl. Good Night, have some Great Dreams, because Dreams give you the Direction, and Direction gives you motivation.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-9187605149360385119?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/9187605149360385119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=9187605149360385119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/9187605149360385119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/9187605149360385119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2008/07/jane-tu-ya-jane-na.html' title='Jane Tu Ya Jane Na...'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-8605014297133252197</id><published>2008-07-07T22:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:44:50.214+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Damn Hectic Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Finally, there is a littttttle hope that We guys (Kirtan and I) will be working on the so called Great Microsoft Dynamics NAVision. We couldn't find a clue about what to do, in the morning and luckily we got a ping from Divyesh, that Demonstration of the Testing Application is arranged today noon between 3:00 to 3:30 pm. We were feeling a sigh of relief after a long time. We waited for Mr. Kar till 4:00 pm. He had not popped up till that time. Suddenly, once again out of the blue came the message of Divyesh, we have come to GP Office. Be ready for the Demo. As I was sitting at Kirtan's place, they came there and took their place to see the Demo of the testing application that we had developed. We show them the ready application, but Mr. Kar wasn't satisfied and wanted to test our knowledge. So, he started making some diagrams in his mind and put some jumbled words on the paper, and instructed us to start working on the Brand New Demo Application. Was it a joke? Nah, it wasn't. He really meant it. Damn it, I knew that I am going to miss my Music class today. He sat with us, instructing us to develop this and that. Finally, at 8:30 pm, he was feeling confident that these guys can do something, and he told us thanks and went away. Before leaving, he had already given us the homework to do. So, as we used to do in school, we completed homework beforehand, just soon after he went away. We didn't want to take chance. I came home, had dinner. Went on the walk, came back home. Came online to check emails. Typed in the blog that you guys are reading. And now, its time to say good night. I am damn tired. I have to give rest to my eyes, which didn't rest last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Catch ya later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-8605014297133252197?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/8605014297133252197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=8605014297133252197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/8605014297133252197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/8605014297133252197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2008/07/damn-hectic-day.html' title='Damn Hectic Day'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-3819548556576258944</id><published>2008-07-07T02:34:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:24:19.394+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Time Pass ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Its 2:34 AM, Sunday Night. But still there is no sign of sleep in my eyes. So, I thought lets update the blog, and put something useless stuff on the blog. hehe. Finally, I've learned to play "Sa Re Ga Ma Pa Dha Ni Sa" on my brand new Guitar. But, as it requires a lot of practice to master the subjects, similar is the case with Guitar. It needs lots of patience before you can play like a Geek. I am ready with that patience, and one day I expect to be Geek at that subject too. (Other than technical Geek..hehe.) Photography, one of my another passion is dying day by day. The reason is maybe no source of motivation to continue photography. Well, I plan to take some professional photography course as soon as I am done with my music classes. So that I can sharpen my skills as an amateur photographer. Afterall, I am planning my after retirement life. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Today was very very busy day. Being a social animal (or human), I have to keep in touch with friends and relatives. And part of that campaign, I remembered few names in my mind, and went on the journey. First went to Hitesh's home, my age old college mate. With whom I lost contact after death of my sister. Had chance to eat tasty daal bati made by aunty there. Called Sandip from Hitesh's house, Sandip is my one more collegemate who was studying with me. After 6 years he could barely remember me. But as soon as Hitesh described him my picture, he could remember my face. (Thank God. lol.) I guess I am blessed with good memory. But, sometimes its curse as well. (Life is like that. what do you say?). Okey, lets get back to the topic. From Hitesh's home, I went to Shilpa Didi's home. My cousin who is more closer to me after my sister. We three share(d) (don't know whether I should use (d) for my sister or should i remove it.) lots of memories together since childhood to now. Had a talk with Shilpa Didi for few time. And then continue the journey to Maulin's Home. Maulin my best ever friend. The one who has all the rights, from scolding me to slap me. hehe. We used to study in the same school. We met when I changed my school in 7th Standard, and went to Mirambica. I don't exactly remember how our friendship started. But, I remember it was because of Chintan (who was my classmate as well as neighbour), Maulin and I met in the school. I still remember the day when Maulin and I had a terrific fight in the school. He, being a silent student, wasn't scold. And I was told to call my parents in the school for fighting with classmate. But, who cared? Those were the days of freedom, enjoying life. Maulin and I again came more closer in 11th Standard when most of our classmates went in Commerce stream, and we both persued the Science. I share lots lots lots of memories with Maulin and his so many girlfriends. hehe. He was a real flirt during school times. I still remember, when Maulin's Mom used to catch him red handed from the flat terrace. And even I was blamed by Aunty, because I didn't inform her about his affairs. Lets back to the track, I think I am exposing more of his personal life. I know he won't ever be able to come to visit my blog, but still I should not expose him in public. hehe. So, I went to Maulin's home. Had a gala time with Aunty and Hemangini (Maulin's wife. Well, I supported for their love marriage, when they wanted to get married. And Aunty blames me sometimes for the same also. But will talk about it some other time.). When I was at his home, Bhavin called me up. He had problem installing SQL Server. Being a Full Time employee of 24 x 7 Voluntary Technical Support Team, anyone can call me for technical help. So, I had to rush to his home. While leaving Maulin's home, enjoyed drizzling of rain. When reached Bhavin's place, he told me that actually the installation problem was in his neighbour's PC. Solved that problem and went home. It was 2:00 by then. Had my lunch and took my lovely Sunday Nap. I woke up around 5:00 pm. Did practice of Guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;HOLD ON, HOLD ON....Its already 3:15 AM. I need to go to office tomorrow. So, will continue blogging useless stuff some other time. And you people enjoy being victim of my blog. hehe...adios, tchau, sayonara, ciao, bye for now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-3819548556576258944?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/3819548556576258944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=3819548556576258944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/3819548556576258944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/3819548556576258944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-pass.html' title='Time Pass ;)'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-1319243747135804512</id><published>2008-04-14T20:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:41:46.082+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Enjoying Problems???!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Yes, I am talking about enjoying problems. You would ask me how can one enjoy the problems? Well, it depends on the situation. If the problem is not big enough to give it high priority, one should learn to enjoy it. I just experienced it yesterday. We had a marvellous day yesterday. I wanted to buy flour mill. I called up my friend Maulin and we both went to Sales India to see the flour mill at 1:00 pm of lovely afternoon (the temperature was very high around 40 C). Not having enough models to compare at Sales India, we thought we would look at some other place and will come back if we want to buy it from here. Then we thought of moving to Croma as we thought we would find many models of flour mills to compare and choose from. The parking space outside the Croma showroom was full. I saw a tree nearby, and parked my bike there. We went to Croma, but it didn't take us long as they didn't keep flour mills in their showroom. When we came back outside the showroom, the bike was gone....haha....The toing squad had taken my bike as it was parked at non-parking place. My friend started worrying where they might have taken it. But don't know why I realized that this problem wasn't worth worrying as we couldn't do anything to alter the situation. I told him to be calm, but he was angry on me as I had ignored his suggestion to park the bike in the basement. He started yelling at me, but I was laughing at the situation. I realized how we give big form to our small problems which are really not worth giving importance at all. I asked the watchman and he told me they had taken the bike to Satadhar cross roads. We hired an auto rickshaw and went to that place, just to find that the bike had not reached there yet. Maulin again started yelling at me. But I knew how to keep my cool. So, I told him to sit in auto and we went to Hometown to see flour mills. We found enough models to compare there. But, the model that we saw at Sales India was better. So, we decided to buy that one. We again hired auto and reached at the place where my bike was taken by the squad. I paid the fine there and tried to start the bike. Oh hell, its kick was jammed. It wasn't working at all. It was stuck. This might have happened by the squad when they had tried to put down my bike from their toing vehicle. Now Maulin was really really angry on me, and I was laughing inside. I drove the bike by hand and we went to the nearest mechanic. (Let me tell you, it was too hot weather, as summer has started here at its peak.) The mechanic made the kick of bike work. And we went to Sales India and ordered the flour mill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learned from this incident is to not to give much importance to the situation that we couldn't alter. The problem which is not big, should not be given priority. Its only our ATTITUDE towards the problem that make the situation worse or better. I learned that how can we control our state of mind when minor problems happen in our life. I hope you all also learn to enjoy small problems of your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-1319243747135804512?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/1319243747135804512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=1319243747135804512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/1319243747135804512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/1319243747135804512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2008/04/enjoying-problems.html' title='Enjoying Problems???!!!'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-5781156466186328200</id><published>2008-01-22T00:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:47:38.759+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photographs'/><title type='text'>I Make My Own Ways...Inspiring Picture...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/R5TzU6CZwhI/AAAAAAAAAX0/CKr4S9NDIjY/s1600-h/DSC09921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158015013748326930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/R5TzU6CZwhI/AAAAAAAAAX0/CKr4S9NDIjY/s320/DSC09921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;શ્રધ્ધા જ મારી લઈ ગઈ મંઝિલ ઉપર મને,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;રસ્તો ભૂલી ગયો તો દિશાઓ ફરી ગઈ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-5781156466186328200?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/5781156466186328200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=5781156466186328200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/5781156466186328200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/5781156466186328200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-make-my-own-waysinspiring-picture.html' title='I Make My Own Ways...Inspiring Picture...'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/R5TzU6CZwhI/AAAAAAAAAX0/CKr4S9NDIjY/s72-c/DSC09921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-5548481299520744770</id><published>2008-01-14T01:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-14T01:08:06.661+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>सपनों का दर्जी</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;छोटे कद की हलकी पलकों वाली&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;लड़की ने देख डाले सपनें ऊँचे, लंबे, पूरे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;और वो अपनी काली पीली मशीन&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;लिए बैठा सपनों का दर्जी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;काटता छान्टता रहा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;उसके सपनों का कद&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;अगर तुम्हे पता हो तो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;बताओ कि अपने ही&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;नाप के सपनें किस&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;बाज़ार में मिलते है..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Courtesy:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Prachi Sumit Prakash (Chhoti aka Panji aka Maina aka Gudiya aka Priya aka Umra Falangti Ladki)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-5548481299520744770?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/5548481299520744770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=5548481299520744770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/5548481299520744770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/5548481299520744770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='सपनों का दर्जी'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-6344962937097245323</id><published>2008-01-13T23:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-14T00:18:53.853+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Life'/><title type='text'>Kent Nerburn On Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;It is a mystery why we fall in Love. It is a mystery how it happens. It is a mystery when it comes. It is a mystery why some love grows and it is mystery why some love fails. You can analyze this mystery and look for reasons and causes, but you will never do anymore than take the life out of the experience. Just as life itself is more than the sum of the bones and muscles and electrical impulses in the body, love is more than the sum of the interest and attractions and commonalties that two people share. And just as life itself is a gift that comes and goes in its own time, so too, the coming of love must be taken as an unfathomable gift that cannot be questioned in its way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Sometimes, hopefully at least once in your life the gift of love will come to you in full flower, and you will take hold of it and celebrate it in all inexpressible beauty. This is the dream we all share. More often, it will come and take hold of you, celebrate you for a brief moment, then move on. When this happens to young people, they to often try to grasp the love and hold it to them, refusing to see that it is a gift that is freely given and a gift that just as freely, moves away. When they fall out of love, or the person they love feels the spirit of love leaving, they try desperately to reclaim the love that is lost rather accepting the gift for what it was, then moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;They want answer where are no answers. They want to know what is wrong in them that make the other person no longer love them, or they try to get their lover to change, thinking that if some small things were different, love would bloom again. They blame their circumstances and say that if they go far away start a new life together, their love will grow. They try anything to give meaning to what has happened. But there is no meaning beyond the love itself, and until they accept its own mysterious ways; they live in sea of misery. You need to know this about love, and to accept it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;You need to treat what it brings you with kindness. If you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself. There is nothing wrong with you. Love just didn't choose to rest in the persons heart. If you find someone else in love with you and you don't love him, feel honored that love came and called at your door, but gently refuse the gift you cannot return. Do not cause pain. How you deal with love is how you deal with you, and all our hearts feel the same pains and joys, even if our lives and ways are different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;If you fall in love with another, and he falls in love with you, and then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it or to asses blame. Let it go. There is a reason and there is a meaning. You will know in time. Remember that you don't choose love. Love chooses you. All you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes in to your life. It fills you to overflowing, then reaches out and gives it away. Give it back to the person who brought it alive in you. Give it to others who deem it poor in spirit. Give to the world around you in anyway you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Here is where many lovers go wrong. Having been so long without love, they understand love only as a need. They see their hearts as empty places that will be filled by love, and they begin to look at love as something that flows to them rather than from them. The first blush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as their love cools, they revert to seeing their love as a need. They cease to be someone who generates love and instead become someone who seeks love is that it is a gift, and that it can be made to grow only by giving it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Remember this, and keep it to your heart. Love has its own time, its own seasons, and its own reason for coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it, or reason it into staying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and cherish it away when it comes to you. But if it chooses to leave from your heart of your lover, there is nothing you can do and there is nothing you should do. Love always has been and always will be a mystery. Be glad that it came to live for a moment in your life. If you keep your heart open it will come again. Love is forgiving, holds no grudges and no past harmful memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Courtesy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Simple Truths - Clear &amp;amp; Gentle Guidance on the Big Issues in Life By Kent Nerburn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-6344962937097245323?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/6344962937097245323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=6344962937097245323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/6344962937097245323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/6344962937097245323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2008/01/kent-nerburn-on-love.html' title='Kent Nerburn On Love'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-6744725391461884616</id><published>2008-01-06T19:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:47:38.936+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Visit To Pirana Dargah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/R4DivqCZweI/AAAAAAAAAV0/RrbUoYHzkuY/s1600-h/20040910002704301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152367282077942242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/R4DivqCZweI/AAAAAAAAAV0/RrbUoYHzkuY/s320/20040910002704301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;I just had been to Pirana (Imaam Shah Bawa) Dargah today. Heartily Thanks to Shweta and Tamarind (I guess this is what her name was). Nice place. Had planned long time back to visit the place, but somehow time was not manageable or maybe as people say, the right time had not come to visit the place. I think the second part of the sentence is right. We just imagine things are in our control, but actually someone else is planning plot of our Life's drama. We are nothing but puppets of HIS hands. So, as the right time came, I visited the place. Even the intention of my visit has also changed during this time span. Earlier I had planned that I will ask something for me at Pirana, but now the time has come that I have to change my priorities in life. Life is really strange to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is located between green farms. I saw ashtonishing communal harmony between Hindus and Muslims at this place. I saw "Aum" painted on walls of Dargah. Even the priest of the Dargah was Hindu. There is Hindu temple, just beside the Dargah. There are many people's dargahs located in nearby place. I was really surprised to know that women are not allowed in Dargah. I didn't come to know about the reason, but I will surely ask the priest about it on my next visit. People say whatever we ask in Dargah, we get it. Maybe there is delay, but not denial as they say. Lets see the next plot of my Life's drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;I plan to click some photographs of Sarkhej's Roza next sunday. (If HE permits)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-6744725391461884616?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/6744725391461884616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=6744725391461884616' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/6744725391461884616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/6744725391461884616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2008/01/visit-to-pirana-dargah.html' title='Visit To Pirana Dargah...'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/R4DivqCZweI/AAAAAAAAAV0/RrbUoYHzkuY/s72-c/20040910002704301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-4665214274914745279</id><published>2008-01-04T09:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:47:39.170+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Erasing Dream From My Brain...First Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/R32xXaCZwcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/PpVhDK5nHoY/s1600-h/brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151468564466221506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/R32xXaCZwcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/PpVhDK5nHoY/s200/brain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Have you ever trie erasing your dream from your brain, your memory. Today I witnessed it for the first time. My memory is very bad, in the sense I remember almost everything that goes through my mind, whether its a thought or a dream. Last night, I had a dream. After the dream was over, I woke up little. But I was not completely awakened. I realized that the dream had something painful, it had to do with death of my sister. So, I decided subconsiously to erase that dream from my memory. During that subconsious situation I started diverting my brain to a completely different thoughts, I started thinking something that had nothing to do with that dream. After sometimes, my subconsious situation went into totally unconsious situation, i.e. I slept. After my sleep was over and I woke up, I realized that the dream I had was completely erased from my memory. The only thing I remember is that it was painful, and was worth erasing from my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-4665214274914745279?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/4665214274914745279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=4665214274914745279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/4665214274914745279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/4665214274914745279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2008/01/erasing-dream-from-my-brainfirst.html' title='Erasing Dream From My Brain...First Experience'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/R32xXaCZwcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/PpVhDK5nHoY/s72-c/brain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-7401009119569195995</id><published>2007-12-21T23:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-21T23:51:58.877+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Oh Sister I Miss You...So Much...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Oh sister you know how I miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Everyday I sit here and cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Oh sister I wonder why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Why did you have to go and die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I didn't want to say goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I didn't know you're next in line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sister I miss you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm missing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Oh sister you were my only friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You're the only one who would share my love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I didn't want to say goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I've run away to let you fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Your memories you signify &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I count the ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sister I miss you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I really really miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2007 and you left me all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I didn't want to say goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I didn't know you're next in line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sister I miss you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm missing you I miss you &lt;strong&gt;JIGISHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-7401009119569195995?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/7401009119569195995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=7401009119569195995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/7401009119569195995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/7401009119569195995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-sister-i-miss-youso-much.html' title='Oh Sister I Miss You...So Much...'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-943270872144051311</id><published>2007-10-05T11:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:47:39.868+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photographs'/><title type='text'>Some Old Office Memories !!! The Place Which Used To Be My Second Home !!! I Will Miss It A Lot !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RwXm_qkN1BI/AAAAAAAAATY/nKHMCkkRVhE/s1600-h/S5000617.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117750533008774162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RwXm_qkN1BI/AAAAAAAAATY/nKHMCkkRVhE/s320/S5000617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Ganpati Bapa's Glass Painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RwXnAKkN1CI/AAAAAAAAATg/uKz8BdbfkDo/s1600-h/S5000616.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117750541598708770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RwXnAKkN1CI/AAAAAAAAATg/uKz8BdbfkDo/s320/S5000616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;My PC, I Will Miss Wireless Key Board,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt; Wireless Mouse, LCD Monitor and Speakers Along With Unlimited Usage Internet Connection The Most..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RwXnAakN1DI/AAAAAAAAATo/axzPy74SBCY/s1600-h/S5000618.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117750545893676082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RwXnAakN1DI/AAAAAAAAATo/axzPy74SBCY/s320/S5000618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;I Will Miss This Laptop Too. Haha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RwXnA6kN1EI/AAAAAAAAATw/bZNFsh2lfRA/s1600-h/S5000620.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117750554483610690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RwXnA6kN1EI/AAAAAAAAATw/bZNFsh2lfRA/s320/S5000620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Cabin 1 Of Jigarbhai =&gt; This Is Where My Interview Was Taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RwXnBakN1FI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Y8Ov6mwBWGo/s1600-h/S5000621.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117750563073545298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RwXnBakN1FI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Y8Ov6mwBWGo/s320/S5000621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Cabin 2 Of Bhupendrabhai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RwXtWKkN1GI/AAAAAAAAAUA/nkDF6FXjYe8/s1600-h/S5000622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117757516625597538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RwXtWKkN1GI/AAAAAAAAAUA/nkDF6FXjYe8/s320/S5000622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Cabin 3 Of Daksheshbhai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-943270872144051311?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/943270872144051311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=943270872144051311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/943270872144051311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/943270872144051311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-old-office-memories.html' title='Some Old Office Memories !!! The Place Which Used To Be My Second Home !!! I Will Miss It A Lot !!!'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RwXm_qkN1BI/AAAAAAAAATY/nKHMCkkRVhE/s72-c/S5000617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-5368782547545337257</id><published>2007-09-26T14:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:47:40.875+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photographs'/><title type='text'>Macro Shot Of Red Flower With Green Leaves !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RvohS-mhEdI/AAAAAAAAASw/0OZq4otL4X8/s1600-h/S5000594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114436936758530514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RvohS-mhEdI/AAAAAAAAASw/0OZq4otL4X8/s200/S5000594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RvohUOmhEgI/AAAAAAAAATI/Q-RRbAM-fuY/s1600-h/S5000590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114436958233367042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RvohUOmhEgI/AAAAAAAAATI/Q-RRbAM-fuY/s200/S5000590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RvohTemhEfI/AAAAAAAAATA/-RdHo_wmDUg/s1600-h/S5000592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114436945348465138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RvohTemhEfI/AAAAAAAAATA/-RdHo_wmDUg/s200/S5000592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RvohTOmhEeI/AAAAAAAAAS4/hI1aWRcWgkY/s1600-h/S5000593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114436941053497826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RvohTOmhEeI/AAAAAAAAAS4/hI1aWRcWgkY/s200/S5000593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-5368782547545337257?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/5368782547545337257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=5368782547545337257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/5368782547545337257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/5368782547545337257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2007/09/macro-shot-of-red-flower-with-green.html' title='Macro Shot Of Red Flower With Green Leaves !!!'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RvohS-mhEdI/AAAAAAAAASw/0OZq4otL4X8/s72-c/S5000594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-766294522869450541</id><published>2007-09-26T14:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:47:41.048+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photographs'/><title type='text'>Sparrow On The TV Antenna's Pole !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/Rvof-umhEcI/AAAAAAAAASo/dzaMz-RNzFI/s1600-h/S5000598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114435489354551746" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Is It Morning Or Evening ???'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RvoXgumhEVI/AAAAAAAAARw/xIjxftszELw/s72-c/S5000583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-2637862678566178645</id><published>2007-09-10T17:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:47:43.757+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photographs'/><title type='text'>Meow !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuU0MwK9pQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qZvdw8LlF1Y/s1600-h/S5000426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108546746015655170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuU0MwK9pQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qZvdw8LlF1Y/s200/S5000426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuU1CAK9pVI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BFZmTjLDs8c/s1600-h/S5000444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108547660843689298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuU1CAK9pVI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BFZmTjLDs8c/s200/S5000444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuU1CQK9pWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_CGr_bJAXgI/s1600-h/S5000445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108547665138656610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuU1CQK9pWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_CGr_bJAXgI/s200/S5000445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuU1CwK9pXI/AAAAAAAAARE/HNI0kKOVdNI/s1600-h/S5000448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108547673728591218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuU1CwK9pXI/AAAAAAAAARE/HNI0kKOVdNI/s200/S5000448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-2637862678566178645?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/2637862678566178645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=2637862678566178645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/2637862678566178645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/2637862678566178645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2007/09/meow.html' title='Meow !!!'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuU0MwK9pQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qZvdw8LlF1Y/s72-c/S5000426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-2848075461792698230</id><published>2007-09-10T13:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-10T13:49:48.000+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photographs'/><title type='text'>Didssssss Thanxxxxxxxxxxx A Lotttttttttt !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;The whole Photographs Section is dedicated to my dear Dids &lt;strong&gt;Neha&lt;/strong&gt; aka &lt;strong&gt;Nehu&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Dids you don't know, but you have accidently revived my one of the most favourite hobbies of photography. I used to click a lot in the past, but somehow life became too hectic in work and other stuff during recent times. When you shared your photographs with me, I was also tempted to click my parents' old pictures. In this way, my old hobby is revived as I started clicking other objects too. Now, I won't have to worry about my Sunday evenings, as now I know where I would be in the&lt;br /&gt;evenings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Once again Dids, Thanks a Lot. May God Bless You. Take Care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Your Bhaiya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Snehu &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-2848075461792698230?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/2848075461792698230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=2848075461792698230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/2848075461792698230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/2848075461792698230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2007/09/didssssss-thanxxxxxxxxxxx-lotttttttttt.html' title='Didssssss Thanxxxxxxxxxxx A Lotttttttttt !!!!'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-5580789522722829439</id><published>2007-09-10T12:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:47:44.280+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photographs'/><title type='text'>Macro Shot Of Micro Creature !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTxbAK9pMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZX7NKrV8Els/s1600-h/S5000540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108473323549729986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTxbAK9pMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZX7NKrV8Els/s200/S5000540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTvCwK9pDI/AAAAAAAAAOk/q2vuWcPAyX8/s1600-h/S5000494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108470707914646578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTvCwK9pDI/AAAAAAAAAOk/q2vuWcPAyX8/s200/S5000494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTvKAK9pEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NYQUfKWIr6Y/s1600-h/S5000502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108470832468698178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTvKAK9pEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NYQUfKWIr6Y/s200/S5000502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTvXgK9pFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ehHR1XhjyZA/s1600-h/S5000518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108471064396932178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTvXgK9pFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ehHR1XhjyZA/s200/S5000518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTvrAK9pHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/OSqz1jCD4h0/s1600-h/S5000519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108471399404381298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTvrAK9pHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/OSqz1jCD4h0/s200/S5000519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTv0gK9pII/AAAAAAAAAPM/1vCNbbAri4Q/s1600-h/S5000524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108471562613138562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTv0gK9pII/AAAAAAAAAPM/1vCNbbAri4Q/s200/S5000524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTwMgK9pJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hvLkU-2sVjQ/s1600-h/S5000520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108471974929998994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTwMgK9pJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hvLkU-2sVjQ/s200/S5000520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTwMwK9pLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/LXZYI1dCjaA/s1600-h/S5000521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108471979224966322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTwMwK9pLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/LXZYI1dCjaA/s200/S5000521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTwMgK9pKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/eFYOBHXfXc8/s1600-h/S5000525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108471974929999010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTwMgK9pKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/eFYOBHXfXc8/s200/S5000525.JPG" border="0" /&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/2717165711833852563-1627952199404806536?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/1627952199404806536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=1627952199404806536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/1627952199404806536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/1627952199404806536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2007/09/sky-has-lost-its-colour.html' title='The Sky Has Lost Its Colour !!!'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTu9gK9pCI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2yAcRPCdH2c/s72-c/S5000493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-3347740746187709442</id><published>2007-09-10T12:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:47:46.731+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photographs'/><title type='text'>Cute Creature...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTsKgK9pBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/nbQ5Z09Sln0/s1600-h/S5000505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108467542523749394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTsKgK9pBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/nbQ5Z09Sln0/s200/S5000505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108466400062448626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTrIAK9o_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/gy8BnT7iF1Y/s200/S5000510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTq1gK9o-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/wJUmVHtxLh4/s1600-h/S5000509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108466082234868706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTq1gK9o-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/wJUmVHtxLh4/s200/S5000509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108466662055453698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTrXQK9pAI/AAAAAAAAAOM/wQ0O5-bKKz0/s200/S5000512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-3347740746187709442?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/3347740746187709442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=3347740746187709442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/3347740746187709442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/3347740746187709442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2007/09/cute-creature.html' title='Cute Creature...'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTsKgK9pBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/nbQ5Z09Sln0/s72-c/S5000505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-2714775563031719055</id><published>2007-09-10T12:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:47:47.519+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photographs'/><title type='text'>Messenger of Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTp8QK9o8I/AAAAAAAAANs/-B3j7N2yefE/s1600-h/S5000500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108465098687357890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTp8QK9o8I/AAAAAAAAANs/-B3j7N2yefE/s200/S5000500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTqFgK9o9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7UQ7ecVJ6Eo/s1600-h/S5000501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108465257601147858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTqFgK9o9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7UQ7ecVJ6Eo/s200/S5000501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-2714775563031719055?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/2714775563031719055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=2714775563031719055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/2714775563031719055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/2714775563031719055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2007/09/messenger-of-peace.html' title='Messenger of Peace'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RuTp8QK9o8I/AAAAAAAAANs/-B3j7N2yefE/s72-c/S5000500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-34165187420958053</id><published>2007-09-06T15:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:47:47.657+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Thanks Angels. May God Bless You. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/Rt_PywK9o5I/AAAAAAAAANU/HhIc0lkfZNU/s1600-h/1TH01-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107028973292725138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/Rt_PywK9o5I/AAAAAAAAANU/HhIc0lkfZNU/s320/1TH01-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As every single day is passing, I am realizing that I am surrounded by angels. I am soooooooo lucky to have these angels in my life. They have come in my life in different forms. Some of them are my friends, some of them are my relatives, some of them are my teachers. Looking at my past, I can recall the time, when I had a very few friends. I was feeling all alone in my life. I was thinking, why I cannot have a big crowd of friends. During my journey of life, I never realized, that I have made so many friends around me while I was moving on in life. Whether they are online friends or real friends whom i meet in real life. They are my closest and bestest friends. Who have helped me at each stage of my life. They understand me so better, that before I say them anything, they understand what I mean to say to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there for me angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-34165187420958053?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/34165187420958053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=34165187420958053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/34165187420958053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/34165187420958053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2007/09/thanks-angels-may-god-bless-you.html' title='Thanks Angels. May God Bless You. :)'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/Rt_PywK9o5I/AAAAAAAAANU/HhIc0lkfZNU/s72-c/1TH01-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-7384600337744021831</id><published>2007-08-01T09:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:47:47.890+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>TIME MANAGEMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RrAL7AwiqZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/l05BAZMLak8/s1600-h/28-Time-Management.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093584286999816594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RrAL7AwiqZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/l05BAZMLak8/s200/28-Time-Management.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;I AM REALIZING NOW, THAT MY PRIME AND FOREMOST NEED NOWDAYS IS TO MANAGE MY TIME. I HAVE NEVER CARED FOR TIME SO FAR. BUT I UNDERSTAND NOW THAT, "THE ONE WHO DOES NOT CARE FOR TIME, TIME NEVER CARES FOR HIM/HER." ONE SHOULD MANAGE HIS/HER TIME AND UTILIZE IT TO ITS MAXIMUM. I THOUGHT ABOUT HOW I AM USING MY TIME RIGHT NOW AND HOW I CAN IMPROVE MY TIME MANAGEMENT SKILLS. I FOUND, I AM DOING WRONG THINGS AT WRONG TIME. FOR EXAMPLE, READING IS AN ACTIVITY THAT SHOULD BE DONE, WHEN THERE IS QUIET ATMOSPHERE AROUND. BUT I USED TO READ AT THE TIME WHEN THERE WAS NOISY ATMOSHPHERE. APART FROM THIS, I FOUND I NEVER PRIORITIZE MY DAILY ACTIVITIES. I USED TO DO ACTIVITIES AS THEY CAME TO MY MIND. BUT NOW I HAVE DECIDED TO GIVE PRIORITIES TO MY DAILY ACTIVITIES BEFORE HAND, SO THAT I CAN GET MAXIMUM PERFORMANCE FROM MYSELF. GIVING THE MOST PRIORITY TO THE MOST IMPORTANT WORK AND LESS PRIORITY TO LESS IMPORTANT WORK CAN GIVE ME A FEELING OF SATISFACTION THAT I HAVE COMPLETED AND NOT DELAYED THE MOST IMPORTANT ACTIVITY. AND I WILL NOT HAVE TO REPENT ABOUT LESS IMPORTANT THINGS, IF I MISSED THEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;I THINK EVERYONE SHOULD LEARN TO MANAGE THEIR TIME, BECAUSE EVERYONE HAS THE LIMITED TIME, ONE CANNOT EXTEND NUMBER OF HOURS PER DAY. BUT ONE CAN UTILIZE THAT TIME TO GET THE MOST OUT OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;I RECALLED SOMETHING THAT I LEARNED IN SCHOOL ABOUT TIME, IT WAS EXAMPLE LIKE HAVING BIG AND SMALL BALLS TO BE PUT IN THE BOTTLE SO THAT BOTTLE CAN BE FILLED WITH MAXIMUM NUMBER OF BALLS. IF ONE TRIES TO PUT BALLS IN THE BOTTLE WITHOUT ANY PRIORITY, ONE CANNOT FILL THE BOTTLE WITH MAXIMUM BALLS. IN ORDER TO FILL THE BOTTLE WITH MAXIMUM NUMBER OF BALLS ONE SHOULD UNDERSTAND TO WHICH BALLS ONE SHOULD GIVE PRIORITY. HENCE, TIME MANAGEMENT IS ALL ABOUT GIVING PRIORITY TO THE MOST IMPORTANT WORK, AND TAKING MAXIMUM BENEFIT FROM IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-7384600337744021831?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/7384600337744021831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=7384600337744021831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/7384600337744021831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/7384600337744021831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-management.html' title='TIME MANAGEMENT'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RrAL7AwiqZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/l05BAZMLak8/s72-c/28-Time-Management.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-3526899571574298494</id><published>2007-07-31T10:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:47:48.119+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>YEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 30TH JULY 2007....A DAY IN HISTORY... :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/Rq68QwwiqYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/36ttCnKbJkw/s1600-h/j01490181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093215224755038594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/Rq68QwwiqYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/36ttCnKbJkw/s320/j01490181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;THIS DAY HAS FILLED ME WITH ENERGY AND HAPPINESS FOR THE YEAR AHEAD. I NEVER EXPECTED THIS DAY WILL BE SOOOO SPECIAL IN MY LIFE. I GOT WISHES FROM FRIENDS FROM ALL AROUND THE WORLD. INDIA, AUSTRALIA, UK, USA, MALTA, MEXICO, TURKEY, ITALY, JAPAN TO NAME FEW.... :) I REALIZED HOW IMPORTANT FRIENDS ARE IN LIFE. AND I AM REALLY GRATEFUL TO TECHNOLOGIES LIKE ORKUT AND IRC (INTERNET RELAY CHAT). WHICH HAS HELPED MY FRIENDS IN WISHING ME MY BIRTHDAY IN THEIR OWN WAY. I AM REALLY THANKFUL TO ALL THE FRIENDS WHO MADE ME FEEL SPECIAL THIS DAY. THEY SHOWERED ME WITH THEIR WISHES AND LOVE. THEIR WISHES WERE THE GREATEST GIFTS I RECEIVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKING BACK TO THE LAST YEAR, I REALIZED WHAT I HAD DONE. I HAD CREATED A BUNCH OF NEW FRIENDS, WHO FILLED MY BIRTHDAY WITH THEIR LOVE AND WISHES. I HAD THE FEELING, I NEVER HAD BEFORE. I REALIZED HOW SMALL HELPS CAN FETCH YOU HAPPINESS IN FUTURE. SMALL HELPS TO FRIENDS HAS GIVEN ME GREAT RETURN YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T HAVE WORDS, THAT CAN EXPRESS HOW I FELT THIS DAY.....BUT THANK YOU VERY MUCH TO YOU ALL FOR EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-3526899571574298494?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/3526899571574298494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=3526899571574298494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/3526899571574298494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/3526899571574298494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2007/07/yey-30th-july-2007a-day-in-history.html' title='YEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 30TH JULY 2007....A DAY IN HISTORY... :))'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/Rq68QwwiqYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/36ttCnKbJkw/s72-c/j01490181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-468142741111835047</id><published>2007-06-05T16:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:47:48.436+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Life'/><title type='text'>Prayers Answered, May Be My Love Wasn't Deep Enough To Reach To Her Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RmVHSoHh0RI/AAAAAAAAAA4/e8Hx51QWUNY/s1600-h/sienna_praying_final_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072538940634943762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RmVHSoHh0RI/AAAAAAAAAA4/e8Hx51QWUNY/s320/sienna_praying_final_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;My Prayers Have Been Answered by Him(God). He has blessed me, with his kind and rude answer, He said me NO. Still you are not eligible to be loved by anyone. He told me : Deserve Yourself, Before You Desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;I think he is true, I am not still elligible, maybe my love wasn't deep enough. But Noone in the world including God can deny that it wasn't true. I love her from bottom of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;But still He is still punishing me for my last life's sins. At present, it seems he is even taking away her frienship from me. God I pray you to not to take it from me. The only gift you have given me, and God you should know that gifts are never given so that they can be taken back. Try to understand me. Try to understand my pain. God please give me her friendship, I can live with that support. I wish you don't want me to die right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;I am awaiting for your answer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-468142741111835047?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/468142741111835047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=468142741111835047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/468142741111835047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/468142741111835047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2007/06/prayers-answered-may-be-my-love-wasnt.html' title='Prayers Answered, May Be My Love Wasn&apos;t Deep Enough To Reach To Her Heart'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RmVHSoHh0RI/AAAAAAAAAA4/e8Hx51QWUNY/s72-c/sienna_praying_final_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-5276338413213918516</id><published>2007-06-04T12:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:47:48.734+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Life'/><title type='text'>Pain, Pain and Pain, Unbearable Pain - Sorry But I Can't Hold It Anymore. Hence, Sharing It With The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Once again, sharing my pain with the world.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072100627767244114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RmO4pdcaNVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0qJj6dgLSX0/s320/graphic-228.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Because, I can't hold it anymore in my heart. Its becoming unbearable. Its painful. Why it happens with me? Everytime I love someone, she goes away from me. This time once again, i fear that she will go with him. I used to be the most positive person, I ever knew. Then how come, I have become so negative? So negative, that I fear losing her. Love has given me nothing more than pain. It seems I am having a lifetime company of pain. It will be with me throughout my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such unbearable situation, that neither I can tell her, nor I can hide it inside my heart. How can I tell her that nobody in this world can love her the way I do. Noone will be able to understand you, the way I do. You are my best friend, But I want you to become My Lifetime Friend. My Partner Of Every Joy I have, I won't any sorrow come in your way. I will lie over every thorn that comes in your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is not listening to me. Am I a Sinner? What is the Sin, I did in my past life? Did I hurt any lovers? Did I hurt anyone's feelings so hard, that God is taking revenge with me in this life? I request God to kill me, but set me free from this pain. Or if he has any memory eraser, erase her memories from my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-5276338413213918516?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/5276338413213918516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=5276338413213918516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/5276338413213918516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/5276338413213918516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2007/06/pain-pain-and-pain-unbearable-pain.html' title='Pain, Pain and Pain, Unbearable Pain - Sorry But I Can&apos;t Hold It Anymore. Hence, Sharing It With The World'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMW8OqN3TDY/RmO4pdcaNVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0qJj6dgLSX0/s72-c/graphic-228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-4770029726989867532</id><published>2007-06-02T11:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-15T14:14:49.447+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Life'/><title type='text'>An Ocean And A Drop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;How much one can love someone? Well, there are no measurements of love, but still tell me. Okey, I will tell you about myself. I love someone like an ocean, got the idea about how to measure love? :)) Some of you might not agree, but its true that I am hiding that ocean in my heart. Haha. Who asked why hiding? Because, It is really hidden from her. I have not expressed my love to her due to two reasons. First Reason, Only one and that is I fear rejection. Second Reason, Because I dont want to lose the Drop Of Love that I am getting from her. She is my best friend and I fear if she breaks this relation, the only door of that Drop of love also will be closed. I cannot even imagine, what my life will be like if I will lose her. And I am not ready to take that risk at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;But sometimes, I think, is it justified? One side there is an ocean of love and the other side there is only a drop of love. The question arise in my mind, why this happens with me? This is second time happening to me. Why can't I find equally balanced love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;At this point, I would also like to mention that, as best her friend, she will give me all the points. But why it fails, when it comes to love? Why am I not being loved by her? Why can't I stand a single chance to be loved by Someone. Is there anything wrong with me? Anything wrong with me as human being. No, as human being I get full marks, then? I Don't know, I am still looking for the right answer. But, probably, when I will get answer of this question, It will be too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-4770029726989867532?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/4770029726989867532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=4770029726989867532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/4770029726989867532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/4770029726989867532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2007/06/ocean-and-drop.html' title='An Ocean And A Drop'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717165711833852563.post-2412408392240299239</id><published>2007-06-01T12:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-15T14:15:12.117+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Why Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;This is my first blog. And Instead of writing something pleasant, I am writing something unpleasant. Something about pain, something about problems. I dont know why, but I have many friends around every corner of the world. The important point, I would like to mention here is how they bacame my friends? They did not become my friends because I was cool or they were impressed with me. But they became my friends because I listend to them. I stood by them to hear their problems. Every new day, I have one of the friends knocking on my messenger to share his/her problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know, Why Me? Why they all have chosen me? When I ask this question to myself, I feel that there are certain reasons why they become very close friend of mine in very short time and opened their heart, their problems, their world in front of me. First, I am just like an open book. I have never ever anything to hide from the world. What I feel, I express, except some exceptional cases :). Secondly, I am a good listener and its my nature to help my friends in whatever way I can. I cannot see my friends in pain. I feel that pain as if it is my pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask my friends, why did you choose me? What is the reason that you think you can share your world with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at this point, I like to thank you all for being my friends and sharing your joys and sorrows with me. I love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717165711833852563-2412408392240299239?l=apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/feeds/2412408392240299239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717165711833852563&amp;postID=2412408392240299239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/2412408392240299239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717165711833852563/posts/default/2412408392240299239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apearlinthedesert.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-me.html' title='Why Me?'/><author><name>S-n-E-h-A-l = SEA = WIDE = OPEN = DEEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942687908085040447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
