<?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-33770904</id><updated>2011-09-02T15:47:40.052+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life's  Way</title><subtitle type='html'>People forget the words you say them, but they never forget what they feel.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-7106749303944009422</id><published>2011-03-13T12:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-13T12:17:05.215+05:30</updated><title type='text'>God Answers, we must have strong Faith</title><content type='html'>The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect himself from the elements, and to store his few possessions. But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst had happened ~everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger. God, how could you do this to me he cried. Early the next day, however, he was wakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had come to rescue him. How did you know I was here asked the weary man of his rescuers. We saw your smoke signal, they replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to get discouraged sometimes when things appear to be going badly. But we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering. Remember, next time your little&lt;br /&gt;hut is burning to the ground, it just may be a smoke signal that summons the grace of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the negative things we have to say to ourselves, God has a positive answer for it. &lt;strong&gt;We must feel the grace of God with strong faith.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share this on, you never know whose life may be in need of this today. There are some times that we all feel our huts are burning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-7106749303944009422?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7106749303944009422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=7106749303944009422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/7106749303944009422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/7106749303944009422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2011/03/god-answers-we-must-have-strong-faith.html' title='God Answers, we must have strong Faith'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-7722550769088016495</id><published>2010-08-21T18:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-21T18:16:23.070+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Be vegetarian , Be a Real Human</title><content type='html'>If  you are human and still eat meat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the site to see if really you are human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click &lt;a href="http://www.goveg.com/whatsWrong.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you are a vegetarian and still drink milk ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pls click &lt;a href="http://www.animalliberation.org.au/vego.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-7722550769088016495?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.goveg.com/index.aspx' title='Be vegetarian , Be a Real Human'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7722550769088016495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=7722550769088016495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/7722550769088016495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/7722550769088016495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2010/08/be-vegetarian-be-real-human.html' title='Be vegetarian , Be a Real Human'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-5939281703392429597</id><published>2010-07-23T12:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-23T12:18:39.895+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whisper or Brick?</title><content type='html'>A young and successful executive was traveling down a&lt;br /&gt;neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars&lt;br /&gt;and slowed down when he thought he saw something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his car passed, no children appeared.  Instead, a brick&lt;br /&gt;smashed into the Jag's side door!  He slammed on the brakes and&lt;br /&gt;spun the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown.&lt;br /&gt;He jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid who was standing there&lt;br /&gt;and pushed him against a parked car shouting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think you are doing, boy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building up a head of steam he went on, "That's a new car and&lt;br /&gt;that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please sir, please.  I'm sorry, I didn't know what else to do,"&lt;br /&gt;pleaded the youngster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I threw the brick because no one else would stop..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears were dripping down the boy's chin as he pointed around the&lt;br /&gt;parked car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's my brother, sir," he said.  "He rolled off the curb and&lt;br /&gt;fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing, the boy asked the executive, "Would you please help&lt;br /&gt;me get him back into his wheelchair, sir?  He's hurt and he's&lt;br /&gt;too heavy for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly&lt;br /&gt;swelling lump in his throat.  He lifted the young man back&lt;br /&gt;into the wheelchair and took out his handkerchief and wiped&lt;br /&gt;the scrapes and cuts, checking to see that everything was&lt;br /&gt;going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you and may God bless you, sir," the grateful child&lt;br /&gt;said to him.  The man then watched the little boy push his&lt;br /&gt;brother toward their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long walk back to his Jaguar...a long slow walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never did repair the side door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so fast&lt;br /&gt;that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God whispers in your soul and speaks to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you don't have time to listen,&lt;br /&gt;He has to throw a brick at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your choice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the whisper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or wait for the brick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-5939281703392429597?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5939281703392429597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=5939281703392429597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/5939281703392429597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/5939281703392429597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2010/07/whisper-or-brick_23.html' title='Whisper or Brick?'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-2663308409704435578</id><published>2010-07-23T12:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-23T12:18:39.319+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whisper or Brick?</title><content type='html'>A young and successful executive was traveling down a&lt;br /&gt;neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars&lt;br /&gt;and slowed down when he thought he saw something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his car passed, no children appeared.  Instead, a brick&lt;br /&gt;smashed into the Jag's side door!  He slammed on the brakes and&lt;br /&gt;spun the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown.&lt;br /&gt;He jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid who was standing there&lt;br /&gt;and pushed him against a parked car shouting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think you are doing, boy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building up a head of steam he went on, "That's a new car and&lt;br /&gt;that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please sir, please.  I'm sorry, I didn't know what else to do,"&lt;br /&gt;pleaded the youngster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I threw the brick because no one else would stop..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears were dripping down the boy's chin as he pointed around the&lt;br /&gt;parked car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's my brother, sir," he said.  "He rolled off the curb and&lt;br /&gt;fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing, the boy asked the executive, "Would you please help&lt;br /&gt;me get him back into his wheelchair, sir?  He's hurt and he's&lt;br /&gt;too heavy for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly&lt;br /&gt;swelling lump in his throat.  He lifted the young man back&lt;br /&gt;into the wheelchair and took out his handkerchief and wiped&lt;br /&gt;the scrapes and cuts, checking to see that everything was&lt;br /&gt;going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you and may God bless you, sir," the grateful child&lt;br /&gt;said to him.  The man then watched the little boy push his&lt;br /&gt;brother toward their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long walk back to his Jaguar...a long slow walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never did repair the side door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so fast&lt;br /&gt;that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God whispers in your soul and speaks to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you don't have time to listen,&lt;br /&gt;He has to throw a brick at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your choice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the whisper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or wait for the brick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-2663308409704435578?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2663308409704435578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=2663308409704435578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/2663308409704435578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/2663308409704435578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2010/07/whisper-or-brick.html' title='Whisper or Brick?'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-6041378414974723153</id><published>2010-06-06T18:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T18:10:16.796+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hardwork &amp; Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKXFGVMO3pc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKXFGVMO3pc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-6041378414974723153?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6041378414974723153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=6041378414974723153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/6041378414974723153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/6041378414974723153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2010/06/hardwork-success.html' title='Hardwork &amp; Success'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-4667370326607674386</id><published>2010-06-06T17:49:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:50:04.477+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love, Wealth or Success</title><content type='html'>A woman came out of her house and saw three old men with long &lt;br /&gt;white beards sitting in her front yard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not recognize them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. &lt;br /&gt;Please come in and have something to eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is the man of the house home?" they asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," she replied.  "He's out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then we cannot come in," they replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had &lt;br /&gt;happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman went out and invited the men in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We do not go into a house together," they replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is that?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said &lt;br /&gt;pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another &lt;br /&gt;one, "He is Success, and I am Love." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which &lt;br /&gt;one of us you want in your home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman went in and told her husband what was said. &lt;br /&gt;Her husband was overjoyed.  "How nice!" he said.  &lt;br /&gt;"Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth.  Let him come and &lt;br /&gt;fill our home with wealth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife disagreed.  "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the &lt;br /&gt;house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better &lt;br /&gt;to invite Love?  Our home will then be filled with love!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to &lt;br /&gt;his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go out and invite Love to be our guest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman went out and asked the three old men, &lt;br /&gt;"Which one of you is Love?  Please come in and be our guest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love got up and started walking toward the house.  The other two  &lt;br /&gt;also got up and followed him.  Surprised, the lady asked Wealth &lt;br /&gt;and Success: "I only invited Love, why are you coming in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or &lt;br /&gt;Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you &lt;br /&gt;invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-4667370326607674386?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4667370326607674386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=4667370326607674386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/4667370326607674386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/4667370326607674386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-wealth-or-success.html' title='Love, Wealth or Success'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-7135646232955082293</id><published>2010-03-22T14:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:46:56.091+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Positive Approach</title><content type='html'>Father: I want you to marry a girl of my choice.&lt;br /&gt;Son: I will choose my own bride&lt;br /&gt;Father: But the girl is Bill Gates Daughter&lt;br /&gt;Son: "Well in that case.. OK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Approaches Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;Father: "I have a husband for your daughter"&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: But my daughter is too Young to Marry&lt;br /&gt;Father: But this young man is a vise-president of the world bank&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: "Well in that case.. OK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Approaches the President of World Bank.&lt;br /&gt;Father: I have a young man to be recomended as a Vise-President&lt;br /&gt;President: But i already have more Vise-Presidents then I Need&lt;br /&gt;Father: But this young man is Bill Gates Son-In-Law&lt;br /&gt;President: "Ah.. in that case OK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: Even if you have nothing, you can get anything. But your attitude approach should be positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**These statements are untrue but they only show the importance of Positive Approach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-7135646232955082293?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7135646232955082293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=7135646232955082293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/7135646232955082293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/7135646232955082293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2010/03/positive-approach.html' title='Positive Approach'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-1805900470685449369</id><published>2010-03-20T17:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-20T17:41:38.298+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lMvxO50OAcY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lMvxO50OAcY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-1805900470685449369?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1805900470685449369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=1805900470685449369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/1805900470685449369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/1805900470685449369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2010/03/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-8723313868251883533</id><published>2010-03-06T12:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-06T12:24:51.899+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Empty your cup</title><content type='html'>A professor of philosophy went to a Zen Master, Nan-in, and he asked about God, about nirvana, about meditation, and so many things. The Master listened silently--questions and questions and questions--and then he said, "You look tired. You have climbed this high mountain; you have come from a faraway place. Let me first serve you tea." And the Zen Master made tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor waited--he was boiling with questions. And when the Master was making tea and the samovar was singing and the aroma of the tea started spreading, the Master said to the professor, "Wait, don't be in such a hurry. Who knows? Even by drinking tea your questions may be answered... or even before that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor was at a loss. He started thinking, "This whole journey has been a wastage. This man seems to be mad. How can my question about God be answered by drinking tea? What relevance is there? It is better to escape from here as soon as possible." But he was also feeling tired and it was good to have a cup of tea before he started descending back down the mountain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Master brought the kettle, poured tea in the cup--and went on pouring. The cup was full, and the tea started overflowing into the saucer, but he went on pouring. Then the saucer was also full. Just one drop more and the tea would start flowing on the floor, and the professor said, "Stop! What are you doing? Are you mad or something? Can't you see the cup is full? Can't you see the saucer is full?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Zen Master said, "That's the exact situation you are in: your mind is so full of questions that even if I answer, you don't have any space for the answer to go in. But you look like an intelligent man. You could see the point, that now even a single drop more of tea and it will not be contained by the cup or the saucer, it will start overflowing on the floor. And I tell you, since you entered this house your questions are overflowing all over the place. This small but is full of your questions! Go back, empty your cup, and then come. First create a little space in yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who goes into questions strays off into the jungle of philosophy. Let questions come and go. Look at the crowd of questions like you look at people moving on the street--nothing to give, nothing to take--with detachment, standing far away... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more distance there is between you and your questions, the better. Because it is in this gap the answer will arise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-8723313868251883533?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8723313868251883533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=8723313868251883533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/8723313868251883533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/8723313868251883533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2010/03/empty-your-cup.html' title='Empty your cup'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-6637243127906263711</id><published>2010-03-06T12:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-06T12:22:27.268+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Burnt Biscuits</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for&lt;br /&gt;dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in&lt;br /&gt;particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day&lt;br /&gt;at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs,&lt;br /&gt;sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did&lt;br /&gt;was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my&lt;br /&gt;day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night,&lt;br /&gt;but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that&lt;br /&gt;biscuit and eat every bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing&lt;br /&gt;my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll&lt;br /&gt;never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned biscuits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked&lt;br /&gt;him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in&lt;br /&gt;his arms and said, "Your Momma put in a hard day at work today&lt;br /&gt;and she's real tired. And besides - a little burnt biscuit&lt;br /&gt;never hurt anyone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, life is full of imperfect things and imperfect&lt;br /&gt;people. I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forget&lt;br /&gt;birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've learned over the years is that learning to accept&lt;br /&gt;each other's faults - and choosing to celebrate each other's&lt;br /&gt;differences - is one of the most important keys to creating a&lt;br /&gt;healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take&lt;br /&gt;the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them&lt;br /&gt;at the feet of God. Because in the end, He's the only One who&lt;br /&gt;will be able to give you a relationship where a burnt biscuit&lt;br /&gt;isn't a deal-breaker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could extend this to any relationship. In fact,&lt;br /&gt;understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-&lt;br /&gt;wife or parent-child or friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket -&lt;br /&gt;keep it in your own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You..... Now, and Always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burnt one will do&lt;br /&gt;just fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Author Unknown~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-6637243127906263711?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6637243127906263711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=6637243127906263711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/6637243127906263711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/6637243127906263711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2010/03/burnt-biscuits.html' title='Burnt Biscuits'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-6550236607853782626</id><published>2010-03-06T12:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-06T12:14:36.793+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Garbage in our mind</title><content type='html'>This is one of the most famous and talked about buddhist stories for generations after generations. In old days man was close to nature and it was easy to become silent. This story belongs to that time. One day two buddhist monks were returning to their monastery silently. Watching their thoughts, watching each step and witnessing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small river used to flow close to their monastery. Walking slowly, meditatively they came across the river. There was no boat men in the river. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of boatmen, one beautiful young lady was waiting for the boat man to cross the river. The Sun was about to set and darkness was spreading its kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They waited for some time for the boat men and eventually decided to cross the river on their own. One monk who was Young carried the lady on his shoulder and three of them crossed the river. On other side of river, lady thanked the monks and went on her way and two monk started moving towards their monastery meditatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditation the very breath of their all actions. After some time Old monk broke the silence "I will tell everything to master"&lt;br /&gt;The Young Monk asked surprisingly "what will you tell to master"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Monk said " you are spoiled , you have carried the woman on your shoulders, its sin to touch a woman for a monk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Monk replied "I had dropped the woman at river bank only.''&lt;br /&gt;But you are still carrying her in your head"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some one throws garbage in our house we get angry, but if some one throws garbage in our mind then we don't mind. TV, newspaper, gossips are all garbage. Meditation is the cleanser which cleans all these garbage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-6550236607853782626?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6550236607853782626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=6550236607853782626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/6550236607853782626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/6550236607853782626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2010/03/garbage-in-our-mind.html' title='Garbage in our mind'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-1905301610016880568</id><published>2010-03-06T12:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-06T12:07:46.678+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why God Himself need to come into this world?</title><content type='html'>Emperor Akbar was enjoying a boat ride along with Tansen. Akbar asked a profound question to Tansen. He asked him "Why God should descend in human form on the earth to save the people? He could have deputed somebody else to achieve that aim. Tansen thought about the question and asked for two days time to answer the doubt of the emperor. After two days, again during a boat raid, he cleverly made a doll which was an exact replica of the Prince. He cleverly arranged to throw the doll in the water through some means and started shouting: "Oh the prince has fell in the lake!. Upon hearing this, the emperor himself jumped into the lake to save the prince. Finding that only a doll resembling the prince has fell in the lake, he got angry and asked Tansen for the reason for such act. Tansen politely replied, Oh Badusha! Two days back you asked me the reason for God himself to descend in the earth to save the mankind. I would like to know, when there are so many attendants on the boat, why you have jumped in the lake?  Akbar replied it is the Prince who has fallen down. How i can remain as a mute witness? Hence  considering the urgency, i jumped in the lake. Tansen replied, Oh emperor! That is the reason for God to incarnate in this Universe, when He find that His own people are in peril. Akbar saw reason and presented  Tansen with a fitting presentation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-1905301610016880568?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1905301610016880568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=1905301610016880568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/1905301610016880568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/1905301610016880568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-god-himself-need-to-come-into-this.html' title='Why God Himself need to come into this world?'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-8313167336711909193</id><published>2010-03-02T13:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:36:19.858+05:30</updated><title type='text'>5 Things To Do Instead of Complain</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Practice Gratitude&lt;/strong&gt;. Research shows that when we count three blessings a day, we get a measurable boost in happiness that uplifts and energizes us. It's also physiologically impossible to be stressed and thankful at the same time. Two thoughts cannot occupy our mind at the same time. If you are focusing on gratitude, you can't be negative. You can also energize and engage your coworkers by letting them know you are grateful for them and their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Praise Others.&lt;/strong&gt; Instead of complaining about what others are doing wrong, start focusing on what they are doing right. Praise them and watch as they create more success as a result. Of course, point out their mistakes so they can learn and grow, but make sure you give three times as much praise as criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Focus on Success. &lt;/strong&gt;Start a success journal. Each night before you go to bed, write down the one great thing about your day. The one great conversation, accomplishment, or win that you are most proud of. Focus on your success, and you'll look forward to creating more success tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Let Go.&lt;/strong&gt; Focus on the things that you have the power to change, and let go of the things that are beyond your control. You’ll be amazed that when you stop trying to control everything, it all somehow works out. Surrender is the answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Pray.&lt;/strong&gt; Scientific research shows that daily prayer reduces stress; boosts positive energy; and promotes health, vitality, and longevity. When you are faced with the urge to complain or you are feeling stressed to the max, stop, be still, plug-in to the ultimate power, and recharge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-8313167336711909193?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8313167336711909193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=8313167336711909193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/8313167336711909193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/8313167336711909193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2010/03/5-things-to-do-instead-of-complain.html' title='5 Things To Do Instead of Complain'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-290255877577506203</id><published>2009-08-08T13:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:46:25.288+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Essence of Life…</title><content type='html'>A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous 'yes.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Now,' said the professor as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things---your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favourite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car. The sand is everything else---the small stuff. 'If you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you. 'Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Visit with grandparents. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, 'I'm glad you asked.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;" The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of Beers with a friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-290255877577506203?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/290255877577506203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=290255877577506203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/290255877577506203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/290255877577506203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2009/08/essence-of-life.html' title='Essence of Life…'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-3473517658315344422</id><published>2009-08-04T16:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:51:51.576+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No God and Know God</title><content type='html'>An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem Science has with God, The Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;He asks one of his new students to stand and.....&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God all-powerful?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him.&lt;br /&gt;Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm? (Student is silent.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fellow. Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is Satan good?&lt;br /&gt;Student: No.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Where does Satan come from?&lt;br /&gt;Student: From...God.. .&lt;br /&gt;Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So who created evil?&lt;br /&gt;(Student does not answer.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So, who created them?&lt;br /&gt;(Student has no answer.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir.. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;br /&gt;Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Student: And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Student: No sir. There isn't.&lt;br /&gt;(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat,&lt;br /&gt;But we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold.&lt;br /&gt;Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)&lt;br /&gt;Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Student: You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light....But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and its called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't.&lt;br /&gt;If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure.&lt;br /&gt;Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.&lt;br /&gt;To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;br /&gt;(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)&lt;br /&gt;Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?&lt;br /&gt;(The class is in uproar.)&lt;br /&gt;Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?&lt;br /&gt;(The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;br /&gt;Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir.&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir? (The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable. )&lt;br /&gt;Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;Student: That is it sir... &lt;strong&gt;The link between man &amp; god is FAITH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all that keeps things moving &amp; alive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-3473517658315344422?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3473517658315344422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=3473517658315344422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/3473517658315344422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/3473517658315344422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-god-and-know-god.html' title='No God and Know God'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-6635614496567908996</id><published>2009-07-12T10:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-12T10:21:27.002+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Real Transformers</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/STQ3nhXuuEM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/STQ3nhXuuEM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-6635614496567908996?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6635614496567908996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=6635614496567908996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/6635614496567908996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/6635614496567908996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2009/07/real-transformers.html' title='Real Transformers'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-2226164057607211900</id><published>2009-07-12T10:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-12T10:26:10.582+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Moment.......................must watch full video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V0_LPxybou8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V0_LPxybou8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also cried watching this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must pray to God for these kids.God Bless them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-2226164057607211900?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2226164057607211900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=2226164057607211900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/2226164057607211900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/2226164057607211900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2009/07/momentmust-watch-full-video.html' title='A Moment.......................must watch full video'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-4609956445429136118</id><published>2009-07-10T11:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:22:58.510+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wrinting on Sand</title><content type='html'>A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert.&lt;br /&gt;During some point of the journey, they had an argument and one&lt;br /&gt;friend slapped the other one in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything,&lt;br /&gt;he wrote in the sand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept on walking, until they found an oasis where they&lt;br /&gt;decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck&lt;br /&gt;in the mire and started drowning, but his friend saved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend, who had slapped and saved his best friend, asked&lt;br /&gt;him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write&lt;br /&gt;on a stone, why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us, we should&lt;br /&gt;write it down in sand where the winds of forgiveness can erase&lt;br /&gt;it away, but when someone does something good for us, we must&lt;br /&gt;engrave it in stone, where no wind can ever erase it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND&lt;br /&gt;AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-4609956445429136118?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4609956445429136118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=4609956445429136118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/4609956445429136118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/4609956445429136118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2009/07/wrinting-on-sand.html' title='Wrinting on Sand'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-3901535317161192774</id><published>2009-06-10T08:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:33:34.702+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I asked God why?</title><content type='html'>I asked God why I wasn't rich. He showed me a man with the wealth of a thousand Kings,&lt;br /&gt;who was lonely, and had no one to share with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why I wasn't beautiful. He showed me a woman more beautiful than any other,&lt;br /&gt;who was ugly because of her vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why He'd allowed me to become old. He showed me a boy of 16,&lt;br /&gt;who lay dead at the scene of a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why I didn't have a bigger house. He showed me a family of six, who had just been evicted from their tiny shack, and were forced, to live on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why I had to work. He showed me a man who couldn't find a decent job,&lt;br /&gt;because he'd never learned to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why I wasn't more popular. He showed me a socialite with a thousand friends,&lt;br /&gt;who all left the moment the money and parties were no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why I wasn't smarter. He showed me a natural born genius,&lt;br /&gt;serving life in prison for making ill use of his knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew then how much He loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling... we have million reasons to smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Nice Time Always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-3901535317161192774?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3901535317161192774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=3901535317161192774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/3901535317161192774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/3901535317161192774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-asked-god-why.html' title='I asked God why?'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-8679296015929984494</id><published>2009-05-20T09:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:37:08.477+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fifteen Things God Won’t Ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·        God won’t ask which car you drive, but will ask how many people you drove who didn’t have transportation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·        God won’t ask how big is your house, but will ask how many people you welcomed into your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·        God won’t ask about the fancy clothes in your wardrobe, but will ask how many of those clothes helped the needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·        God won’t ask about your social status, but will ask what kind of class you displayed with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·        God won’t ask how many material possessions you had, but will ask if they dictated your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·        God won’t ask what your highest salary was, but will ask if you compromised your character to obtain that salary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·        God won’t ask how much overtime you worked, but will ask if you worked overtime for your family and loved ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·        God won’t ask how many promotions you received, but will ask how you promoted others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·        God won’t ask what your job title was, but will ask if you reformed your job to the best of your ability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·        God won’t ask what you did to help yourself, but will ask what you did to help others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·        God won’t ask how many friends you had, but will ask how many people to whom you were a true friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·        God won’t ask what you did to protect your rights, but will ask what you did to protect the rights of others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·        God won’t ask in what neighborhood you lived, but will ask how you treated your neighbors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·        God won’t ask about the color of your skin, but will ask about the content of your character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·        God won’t ask how many times your deeds matched your words, but will ask how many times they didn’t..        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-8679296015929984494?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8679296015929984494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=8679296015929984494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/8679296015929984494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/8679296015929984494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2009/05/fifteen-things-god-wont-ask.html' title='Fifteen Things God Won’t Ask'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-6733101344415234064</id><published>2009-04-05T00:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:04:57.511+05:30</updated><title type='text'>10 Habits of Negative Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. I will be happy once I have _____ (or once I earn X).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem:&lt;br /&gt; If you think you can’t be happy until you reach a certain point, or until you reach a certain income, or have a certain type of house or car or computer setup, you’ll never be happy. That elusive goal is always just out of reach. Once we reach those goals, we are not satisfied — we want more.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: &lt;br /&gt;Learn to be happy with what you have, where you are, and who you are, right at this moment. Happiness doesn’t have to be some state that we want to get to eventually — it can be found right now. Learn to count your blessings, and see the positive in your situation. This might sound simplistic, but it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish I were as ____ as (a celebrity, friend, co-worker).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem: &lt;br /&gt;We’ll never be as pretty, as talented, as rich, as sculpted, as cool, as everyone else. There will always be someone better, if you look hard enough. Therefore, if we compare ourselves to others like this, we will always pale, and will always fail, and will always feel bad about ourselves. This is no way to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Solution:&lt;br /&gt; Stop comparing yourself to others, and look instead at yourself — what are your strengths, your accomplishments, your successes, however small? What do you love about yourself? Learn to love who you are, right now, not who you want to become. There is good in each of us, love in each of us, and a wonderful human spirit in every one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Seeing others becoming successful makes me jealous and resentful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem:&lt;br /&gt; First, this assumes that only a small number of people can be successful. In truth, many, many people can be successful — in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;Solution:&lt;br /&gt; Learn to admire the success of others, and learn from it, and be happy for them, by empathizing with them and understanding what it must be like to be them. And then turn away from them, and look at yourself — you can be successful too, in whatever you choose to do. And even more, you already are successful. Look not at those above you in the social ladder, but those below you — there are always millions of people worse off than you, people who couldn’t even read this article or afford a computer. In that light, you are a huge success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. I am a miserable failure — I can’t seem to do anything right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem:&lt;br /&gt; Everyone is a failure, if you look at it in certain ways. Everyone has failed, many times, at different things. I have certainly failed so many times I cannot count them — and I continue to fail, daily. However, looking at your failures as failures only makes you feel bad about yourself. By thinking in this way, we will have a negative self-image and never move on from here.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: &lt;br /&gt;See your successes and ignore your failures. Look back on your life, in the last month, or year, or 5 years. And try to remember your successes. If you have trouble with this, start documenting them — keep a success journal, either in a notebook or online. Document your success each day, or each week. When you look back at what you’ve accomplished, over a year, you will be amazed. It’s an incredibly positive feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. I’m going to beat so-and-so no matter what — I’m better than him. And there’s no way I’ll help him succeed — he might beat me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem:&lt;br /&gt; Competitiveness assumes that there is a small amount of gold to be had, and I need to get it before he does. It makes us into greedy, back-stabbing, hurtful people. We try to claw our way over people to get to success, because of our competitive feelings. For example, if a blogger wants to have more subscribers than another blogger, he may never link to or mention that other blogger. However, who is to say that my subscribers can’t also be yours? People can read and subscribe to more than one blog.&lt;br /&gt;Solution:&lt;br /&gt; Learn to see success as something that can be shared, and learn that if we help each other out, we can each have a better chance to be successful. Two people working towards a common goal are better than two people trying to beat each other up to get to that goal. There is more than enough success to go around. Learn to think in terms of abundance rather than scarcity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Dammit! Why do these bad things always happen to me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem: &lt;br /&gt;Bad things happen to everybody. If we dwell on them, they will frustrate us and bring us down.&lt;br /&gt;Solution:&lt;br /&gt; See bad things as a part of the ebb and flow of life. Suffering is a part of the human condition — but it passes. All pain goes away, eventually. Meanwhile, don’t let it hold you back. Don’t dwell on bad things, but look forward towards something good in your future. And learn to take the bad things in stride, and learn from them. Bad things are actually opportunities to grow and learn and get stronger, in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. You can’t do anything right! Why can’t you be like ____ ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem: &lt;br /&gt;This can be said to your child or your subordinate or your sibling. The problem? Comparing two people, first of all, is always a fallacy. People are different, with different ways of doing things, different strengths and weaknesses, different human characteristics. If we were all the same, we’d be robots. Second, saying negative things like this to another person never helps the situation. It might make you feel better, and more powerful, but in truth, it hurts your relationship, it will actually make you feel negative, and it will certainly make the other person feel negative and more likely to continue negative behavior. Everyone loses.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: &lt;br /&gt;Take the mistakes or bad behavior of others as an opportunity to teach. Show them how to do something. Second, praise them for their positive behavior, and encourage their success. Last, and most important, love them for who they are, and celebrate their differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your work sucks. It’s super lame. You are a moron and I hope you never reproduce.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem:&lt;br /&gt; I’ve actually gotten this comment before. It feels wonderful. However, let’s look at it not from the perspective of the person receiving this kind of comment but from the perspective of the person giving it. How does saying something negative like this help you? I guess it might feel good to vent if you feel like your time has been wasted. But really, how much of your time has been wasted? A few minutes? And whose fault is that? The bloggers or yours? In truth, making negative comments just keeps you in a negative mindset. It’s also not a good way to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: &lt;br /&gt;Learn to offer constructive solutions, first of all. Instead of telling someone their blog sucks, or that a post is lame, offer some specific suggestions for improvement. Help them get better. If you are going to take the time to make a comment, make it worth your time. Second, learn to interact with people in a more positive way — it makes others feel good and it makes you feel better about yourself. And you can make some great friends this way. That’s a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Insulting People Back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Problem:&lt;br /&gt; If someone insults you or angers you in some way, insulting them back and continuing your anger only transfers their problem to you. This person was probably having a bad day (or a bad year) and took it out on you for some reason. If you reciprocate, you are now having a bad day too. His problem has become yours. Not only that, but the cycle of insults can get worse and worse until it results in violence or other negative consequences — for both of you.&lt;br /&gt;Solution:&lt;br /&gt; Let the insults or negative comments of others slide off you like Teflon. Don’t let their problem become yours. In fact, try to understand their problem more — why would someone say something like that? What problems are they going through? Having a little empathy for someone not only makes you understand that their comment is not about you, but it can make you feel and act in a positive manner towards them — and make you feel better about yourself in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. I don’t think I can do this — I don’t have enough discipline. Maybe some other time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem:&lt;br /&gt; If you don’t think you can do something, you probably won’t. Especially for the big stuff. Discipline has nothing to do with it — motivation and focus has everything to do with it. And if you put stuff off for “some other time”, you’ll never get it done. Negative thinking like this inhibits us from accomplishing anything.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: &lt;br /&gt;Turn your thinking around: you can do this! You don’t need discipline. Find ways to make yourself a success at your goal. If you fail, learn from your mistakes, and try again. Instead of putting a goal off for later, start now. And focus on one goal at a time, putting all of your energy into it, and getting as much help from others as you can. You can really move mountains if you start with positive thinking.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-6733101344415234064?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6733101344415234064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=6733101344415234064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/6733101344415234064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/6733101344415234064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-habits-of-negative-thinking.html' title='10 Habits of Negative Thinking'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-8795244949670490778</id><published>2009-04-05T00:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:01:09.480+05:30</updated><title type='text'>His Name Was Fleming</title><content type='html'>=====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard&lt;br /&gt;a cry for help coming from a nearby swamp. He dropped his tools&lt;br /&gt;and ran to the swamp. There, mired to his waist in black muck,&lt;br /&gt;was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow&lt;br /&gt;and terrifying death. The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up&lt;br /&gt;to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed&lt;br /&gt;nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of&lt;br /&gt;the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's&lt;br /&gt;life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish&lt;br /&gt;farmer replied, waving off the offer. At that moment, the&lt;br /&gt;farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel. "Is that&lt;br /&gt;your son?" the nobleman asked. "Yes," the farmer replied proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll make you a deal. Let me take him and give him a good&lt;br /&gt;education. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll grow&lt;br /&gt;to a man you can be proud of."&lt;br /&gt;And that he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time, Farmer Fleming's son graduated from St. Mary's&lt;br /&gt;Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known&lt;br /&gt;throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming,&lt;br /&gt;the discoverer of Penicillin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years afterward, the nobleman's son was stricken with&lt;br /&gt;pneumonia. What saved him? Penicillin. The name of the nobleman?&lt;br /&gt;Lord Randolph Churchill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-8795244949670490778?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8795244949670490778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=8795244949670490778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/8795244949670490778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/8795244949670490778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/his-name-was-fleming.html' title='His Name Was Fleming'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-88555772287564402</id><published>2009-03-28T00:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:01:13.469+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stress Management</title><content type='html'>A lecturer was giving a lecture to his student on stress management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised a glass of water and asked the audience, "How heavy do you think this glass of water is?" The students' answers ranged from 20g to 500gm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not matter on the absolute weight. It depends on how long you hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it is OK. If I hold it for an hour, I will have an ache in my right arm. If I hold it for a day, you will have to call an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the exact same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes. If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, we will not be able to carry on, the burden becoming increasingly heavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you have to do is to put the glass down, rest for a while before holding it up again. We have to put down the burden periodically, so that we can be refreshed and are ! able&lt;br /&gt;to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before you return home from work tonight, put the burden of work down. Don't carry it&lt;br /&gt;back home. You can pick it up tomorrow. Whatever burdens you are having now on your shoulders, let it down for a moment if you can. Pick it up again later when you have rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest and relax. Life is short, enjoy it!! Cheers!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-88555772287564402?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/88555772287564402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=88555772287564402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/88555772287564402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/88555772287564402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/stress-management.html' title='Stress Management'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-2992845293326792753</id><published>2009-03-18T01:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:47:24.867+05:30</updated><title type='text'>love, success and wealth</title><content type='html'>A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Is the man of the house home?", they asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No", she replied. "He's out."  &lt;br /&gt;"Then we cannot come in", they replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman went out and invited the men in" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"We do not go into a House together," they replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is that?" she asked. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How n ice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Their daughter was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Let us heed our daughter's advice," said the husband to his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go out and invite Love to be our guest." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, t he lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!! !"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-2992845293326792753?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2992845293326792753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=2992845293326792753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/2992845293326792753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/2992845293326792753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-success-and-wealth_17.html' title='love, success and wealth'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-1789364449895316113</id><published>2009-03-18T01:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:46:00.168+05:30</updated><title type='text'>love, success and wealth</title><content type='html'>A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Is the man of the house home?", they asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No", she replied. "He's out."  &lt;br /&gt;"Then we cannot come in", they replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman went out and invited the men in" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"We do not go into a House together," they replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is that?" she asked. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How n ice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Their daughter was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Let us heed our daughter's advice," said the husband to his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go out and invite Love to be our guest." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, t he lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!! !"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-1789364449895316113?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1789364449895316113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=1789364449895316113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/1789364449895316113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/1789364449895316113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-success-and-wealth.html' title='love, success and wealth'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-3324249718160714624</id><published>2009-03-18T01:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:39:22.591+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Priya married Hitesh this day. At the end of the wedding party, &lt;br /&gt;Priya's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook. &lt;br /&gt;With Rs.1000 deposit amount. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: 'Priya, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new &lt;br /&gt;life, put some money in. Write down what it's about next to the line. The &lt;br /&gt;more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in. I've done the &lt;br /&gt;first one for you today. Do the others with Hitesh.When you look back &lt;br /&gt;after years, you can know how much happiness you've had.' &lt;br /&gt;Priya shared this with Hitesh when getting home. They both thought it &lt;br /&gt;was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be &lt;br /&gt;made.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what they did after certain time: &lt;br /&gt;- 7 Feb: Rs.100, first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage &lt;br /&gt;- 1 Mar: Rs.300, salary raise for Priya &lt;br /&gt;- 20 Mar: Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali &lt;br /&gt;- 15 Apr: Rs.2000, Priya got pregnant &lt;br /&gt;- 1 Jun: Rs.1000, Hitesh got promoted &lt;br /&gt;..... and so on... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial &lt;br /&gt;things.They didn't talk much. They regretted that they had married the &lt;br /&gt;most nasty people in the world.... no more love...Kind of typical &lt;br /&gt;nowadays, huh? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One day Priya talked to her Mother: &lt;br /&gt;'Mom, we can't stand it anymore. We agree to divorce. I can't imagine how &lt;br /&gt;I decided to marry this guy!!!' &lt;br /&gt;Mother: 'Sure, girl, that's no big deal. Just do whatever you want if you &lt;br /&gt;really can't stand it. But before that, do one thing first. Remember the &lt;br /&gt;saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and &lt;br /&gt;spend it first. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.' &lt;br /&gt;Priya thought it was true. So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue &lt;br /&gt;and planning to cancel the account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record. She looked, &lt;br /&gt;and looked, and looked. Then the memory of all the previous joy and &lt;br /&gt;happiness just came up her mind. Her eyes were then filled with tears. She &lt;br /&gt;left and went home. &lt;br /&gt;When she was home, she handed the passbook to Hitesh, asked him to spend the money before getting divorce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Hitesh gave the passbook back to Priya. She found a new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deposit of Rs.5000. And a line next to the record: 'This is the day I &lt;br /&gt;notice how much I've loved you thru out all these years. How much happiness you've brought me.' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe. &lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not &lt;br /&gt;ask.I believe the money did not matter any more after they had gone thru &lt;br /&gt;all the good years in their life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"When you fall, in any way, &lt;br /&gt;Don't see the place where you fell, Instead see the place from where you &lt;br /&gt;slipped. &lt;br /&gt;       Life is about correcting mistakes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-3324249718160714624?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3324249718160714624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=3324249718160714624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/3324249718160714624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/3324249718160714624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/priya-married-hitesh-this-day.html' title=''/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-7621568741311166888</id><published>2009-03-17T02:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:21:30.212+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Red Hat</title><content type='html'>Once there was a devotee lived in a village. He used to be immersed&lt;br /&gt;in devotion for God always. He had a routine of practising meditation,&lt;br /&gt;singing devotional songs and worshipping God every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There after he used to go to his shop to work. He used to close his&lt;br /&gt;shop at lunch time in the afternoon and did not open the shop after&lt;br /&gt;that. He used to devote rest of the time in feeding the saints,&lt;br /&gt;serving the poor, listening discourses of saints and in donating&lt;br /&gt;whatever he could for good of others. He used to be satisfied with&lt;br /&gt;whatever he earned from his business and used to devote his life for&lt;br /&gt;love of God. Such behaviour of his used to surprise others and they&lt;br /&gt;thought of him as a lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People used to say: 'He is foolish. He spends all his earned money in&lt;br /&gt;donations. He opens his shop just for a few hours. He wastes the&lt;br /&gt;precious morning time meant for earning money in doing worship. He is&lt;br /&gt;mad.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the rishest businessman of the village called him over to his&lt;br /&gt;house. He had made a red colored hat. The rich man gave that hat to&lt;br /&gt;the devotee and said: ''This hat is for fools. I have not seen a&lt;br /&gt;person more foolish than you. So I'm giving this hat to you for&lt;br /&gt;wearing. If you find anybody more stupid than you, then you may give&lt;br /&gt;this hat to that person." Peacefully, the devotee took that hat and&lt;br /&gt;came back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once that rich man became very sick. The devotee went to meet him and&lt;br /&gt;asked about his health. The rich man said: 'Brother! I'm making&lt;br /&gt;preparations to go now.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devotee asked: 'Where are you planning to go? Did you send&lt;br /&gt;somebody there to make preparations for your arrival or not? Are you&lt;br /&gt;taking your wife, son, money, car, bungalow etc or not?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Brother! Who can accompany me there? No body can go with me. I will&lt;br /&gt;have to go alone. I'll have to leave my family-relatives, money-bank&lt;br /&gt;balances, bunalows-vehicles here. Nothing can stay together other than&lt;br /&gt;Soul &amp; God.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to the rich person's words the devotee giving the hat&lt;br /&gt;(which had been given to him by the rich man) to the rich man said:&lt;br /&gt;"You only wear this hat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rich person: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devotee said: "You are more foolish than me. When you knew that&lt;br /&gt;every thing -bungalows, bank balances, family etc will stay here, none&lt;br /&gt;of your friends will accompany you, there is no true hope other than&lt;br /&gt;God, then why did you waste whole of your life in acquiring all these&lt;br /&gt;things? When one is rich and powerful then everybody flocks around for&lt;br /&gt;selfish reasons. But nobody comes to help at times of trouble. Even&lt;br /&gt;after knowing all this you developed attachment for things which will&lt;br /&gt;not stay forever, stayed away from God and did not collect anything&lt;br /&gt;for your future. Therefore in these circumstances who is more foolish&lt;br /&gt;than you? Now you cannot do anything. You yourself are observing that&lt;br /&gt;none of your loved ones is coming for help."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-7621568741311166888?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7621568741311166888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=7621568741311166888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/7621568741311166888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/7621568741311166888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/once-there-was-devotee-lived-in-village.html' title='The Red Hat'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-4361465448961272941</id><published>2009-03-17T02:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:11:12.105+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"why do people treat each other so badly?"</title><content type='html'>A 91-year-old woman died after living a very long dignified life. When&lt;br /&gt;she met God, she asked Him something that had really bothered her for&lt;br /&gt;a very long time. "If Man was created in God's image, and if all men&lt;br /&gt;are created equal, why do people treat each other so badly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God replied that each person who enters our life has a unique lesson&lt;br /&gt;to teach us. It is only through these lessons that we learn about&lt;br /&gt;life, people and our relationships with God. This confused the woman,&lt;br /&gt;so God began to explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When someone lies to you, it teaches you that things are not always&lt;br /&gt;what they seem. The truth is often far beneath the surface. Look&lt;br /&gt;beyond the masks people wear if you want to know what is in their&lt;br /&gt;hearts. Remove your own masks to let people know who you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone steals from you it teaches you that nothing is forever.&lt;br /&gt;Always appreciate what you have. You never know when you might lose&lt;br /&gt;it. Never take your friends or family for granted, because today and&lt;br /&gt;sometimes only this very moment is the only guarantee you may have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone inflicts injury upon you, it teaches you that the human&lt;br /&gt;state is a very fragile one. Protect and take care of your body as&lt;br /&gt;best as you can, it's the one thing that you are sure to have forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone mocks you, it teaches you that no two people are alike.&lt;br /&gt;When you encounter people who are different from you, do not judge&lt;br /&gt;them by how they look or act, instead base it on the contents of what&lt;br /&gt;is in their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone breaks your heart, it teaches you that loving someone&lt;br /&gt;does not always mean that the person will love you back. But don't&lt;br /&gt;turn your back on love, because when you find the right person, the&lt;br /&gt;joy that one person brings you will make up for all of your past&lt;br /&gt;hurts. Times a thousand fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone holds a grudge against you, it teaches you that everyone&lt;br /&gt;makes mistakes. When you are wronged, the most virtuous thing you can&lt;br /&gt;do is forgive the offender without pretense. Forgiving those who have&lt;br /&gt;hurt us is often the most difficult and painful of life's experiences,&lt;br /&gt;but it is also the most courageous thing a person can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a loved one is unfaithful to you, it teaches you that resisting&lt;br /&gt;temptation is Man's greatest challenge. Be vigilant in your resistance&lt;br /&gt;against all temptations. By doing so, you will be rewarded with an&lt;br /&gt;enduring sense of satisfaction far greater than the temporary pleasure&lt;br /&gt;by which you were tempted. When someone cheats you, it teaches you&lt;br /&gt;that greed is the root of all evil. Aspire to make your dreams come&lt;br /&gt;true, no matter how lofty they may be. Do not feel guilty about your&lt;br /&gt;success, but never let an obsession with achieving your goals lead you&lt;br /&gt;to engage in malevolent activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone ridicules you, it teaches you that nobody is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Accept people for their merits and be tolerant of their flaws. Do not&lt;br /&gt;ever reject someone for imperfections over which they have no&lt;br /&gt;control." Upon hearing the Lord's wisdom, the old woman became&lt;br /&gt;concerned that there are no lessons to be learned from man's good&lt;br /&gt;deeds. God replied that Man's capacity to love is the greatest gift He&lt;br /&gt;has. At the root of kindness and love, and each act of love also&lt;br /&gt;teaches us a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman's curiosity deepened. God, once again began to explain:&lt;br /&gt;"When someone loves us, it teaches us love, kindness, charity,&lt;br /&gt;honesty, humility, forgiveness, acceptance, and all of these can&lt;br /&gt;counteract all the evil in the world. For every good deed, there is&lt;br /&gt;one evil deed. Man alone has the power to control the balance between&lt;br /&gt;good and evil, but because the lessons of love are not taught often&lt;br /&gt;enough, the power is too often abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you enter someone's life, whether by plan, chance or coincidence,&lt;br /&gt;consider what your lesson will be. Will you teach love or a harsh&lt;br /&gt;lesson of reality? When you die, will your life have resulted in more&lt;br /&gt;loving or more hurting? More comfort or more pain? More joy or more&lt;br /&gt;sadness? Each one of us has the power over the balance of the love in&lt;br /&gt;the world. Use it wisely!" Don't miss an opportunity to nudge the&lt;br /&gt;world's scale in the right direction!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-4361465448961272941?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4361465448961272941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=4361465448961272941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/4361465448961272941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/4361465448961272941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-do-people-treat-each-other-so-badly.html' title='&quot;why do people treat each other so badly?&quot;'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-6205594625117444173</id><published>2009-03-17T02:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:02:22.513+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was this girl who had four boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;She loved the 4th boyfriend the most and adorned him with rich robes&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;treated him to the finest of delicacies. She gave him nothing but&lt;br /&gt;the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also loved the 3rd boyfriend very much and was always showing&lt;br /&gt;him off to neighboring kingdoms. However, she feared that one day he&lt;br /&gt;would leave her for another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also loved her 2nd boyfriend. He was her confidant and was&lt;br /&gt;always kind, considerate and patient with her. Whenever this girl&lt;br /&gt;faced a problem, she could confide in him, and he would help her get&lt;br /&gt;through the difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl"s 1st boyfriend was a very loyal partner and had made great&lt;br /&gt;contributions in maintaining her wealth and kingdom. However, she&lt;br /&gt;did not love the first boyfriend. Although he loved her deeply, she&lt;br /&gt;hardly took notice of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the girl fell ill and she knew her time was short. She&lt;br /&gt;thought of her luxurious life and wondered, I now have four&lt;br /&gt;boyfriends with me, but when I die, I"ll be all alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, she asked the 4th boyfriend, "I loved you the most, endowed&lt;br /&gt;you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now&lt;br /&gt;that I"m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way!", replied the 4th boyfriend, and he walked away without&lt;br /&gt;another word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer cut like a sharp knife right into her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad girl then asked the 3rd boyfriend, "I loved you all my life.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I"m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!", replied the 3rd boyfriend. "Life is too good! When you die,&lt;br /&gt;I"m going to marry someone else!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart sank and turned cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then asked the 2nd boyfriend, "I have always turned to you for&lt;br /&gt;help and you"ve always been there for me. When I die, will you&lt;br /&gt;follow me and keep me company?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I"m sorry, I can"t help you out this time!", replied the 2nd&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend. "At&lt;br /&gt;the very most, I can only walk with you to your grave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer struck her like a bolt of lightning, and the girl was&lt;br /&gt;devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a voice called out: "I"ll go with you. I"ll follow you no&lt;br /&gt;matter where you go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl looked up, and there was her first boyfriend. He was very&lt;br /&gt;skinny as he suffered from malnutrition and neglect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatly grieved, the girl said, "I should have taken much better&lt;br /&gt;care of you when I had the chance!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, you have 4 boyfriends in your lives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;strong&gt;4th boyfriend &lt;/strong&gt;is your &lt;strong&gt;body&lt;/strong&gt;. No matter how much time and effort&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;lavish in making it look good, it will leave you when you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;strong&gt;3rd boyfriend &lt;/strong&gt;is your &lt;strong&gt;possessions, status and wealth.&lt;/strong&gt; When you&lt;br /&gt;die, it will all go to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;strong&gt;2nd boyfriend &lt;/strong&gt;is your &lt;strong&gt;family and friends&lt;/strong&gt;. No matter how much&lt;br /&gt;they have been there for you, the furthest they can stay by you is&lt;br /&gt;up to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your &lt;strong&gt;1st boyfriend &lt;/strong&gt;is your &lt;strong&gt;Soul&lt;/strong&gt;. Often neglected in pursuit of&lt;br /&gt;wealth, power and pleasures of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, your Soul is the only thing that will follow you where ever&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;go.Cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now, for it is the only part&lt;br /&gt;of you that will follow you to the throne of God and continue with&lt;br /&gt;you throughout Eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day: Remember, when the world pushes you to your&lt;br /&gt;knees, you"re in the perfect position to pray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-6205594625117444173?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6205594625117444173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=6205594625117444173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/6205594625117444173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/6205594625117444173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/once-upon-time-there-was-this-girl-who.html' title=''/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-3940654924912897080</id><published>2009-03-13T15:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:19:41.707+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GOd exists</title><content type='html'>A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;They talked about so many things and various subjects.When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said:   ï¿½&lt;br /&gt;'I don't believe that God exists.&amp;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;'Why do you say that?' asked the customer. 'Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist.Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned &lt;br /&gt;　children?&amp;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain.I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things.The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument.The barber finished his job and the customer left the  shop.&amp;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: You know what? Barbers do not exist. How can you say that?asked the surprised barber.'I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you! No! The customer exclaimed. 'Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that manoutside.&amp;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;'Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to me. Exactly! Affirmed the customer. 'That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the &lt;br /&gt;world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-3940654924912897080?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3940654924912897080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=3940654924912897080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/3940654924912897080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/3940654924912897080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-exists.html' title='GOd exists'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-6456659960863749176</id><published>2009-03-13T14:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:14:04.656+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Eight Gifts You Can Give at No Cost  ===================================</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1) THE GIFT OF LISTENING...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But you must REALLY listen.  No interrupting, no daydreaming,&lt;br /&gt;no planning your response.  Just listening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2) THE GIFT OF AFFECTION...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Be generous with appropriate hugs, kisses, pats on the back and &lt;br /&gt;handholds.  Let these small actions demonstrate the love you &lt;br /&gt;have for family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3) THE GIFT OF LAUGHTER... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clip cartoons. Share articles and funny MountainWings stories. &lt;br /&gt;Your gift will say, "I love to laugh with you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4) THE GIFT OF A WRITTEN NOTE... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be a simple "Thanks for the help" note or a full sonnet. &lt;br /&gt;A brief, handwritten note may be remembered for a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;and may even change a life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5) THE GIFT OF A COMPLIMENT... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple and sincere, "You look great in red," "You did a super &lt;br /&gt;job" or "That was a wonderful meal" can make someone's day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6) THE GIFT OF A FAVOR... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, go out of your way to do something kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7) THE GIFT OF SOLITUDE...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There are times when we want nothing better&lt;br /&gt;than to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;Be sensitive to those times,&lt;br /&gt;and give the gift of solitude to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8) THE GIFT OF A CHEERFUL DISPOSITION...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The easiest way to feel good is to extend a kind word to &lt;br /&gt;someone, really it's not that hard to say, "Hello" or "Thank You."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-6456659960863749176?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6456659960863749176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=6456659960863749176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/6456659960863749176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/6456659960863749176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/eight-gifts-you-can-give-at-no-cost.html' title='Eight Gifts You Can Give at No Cost  ==================================='/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-6935098555810616897</id><published>2009-03-10T21:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:55:05.085+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nine ' I 's</title><content type='html'>Learn the nine I’s of manifestation. Note that almost all of these tools are "IN" words or "inwards" tools. Bringing your dreams to life is an inside job. When we work with the intangible, invisible forces of our soul, we work with cause instead of effects. The nine I’s are:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Introspection:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; seek silence, solitude and serenity  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Intention: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; know how to ask.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Insights:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; develop your higher mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Imagination:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; re-image your life and potentials.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Inspiration: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; pursue your purpose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Integrity: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; live your values and principles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Intuition: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; develop discrimination, cultivate creativity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In service Initiatives: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; help others.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Interdependent Interactions: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; share vision with others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Least.Important. ...is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;............ ......I.. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-6935098555810616897?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6935098555810616897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=6935098555810616897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/6935098555810616897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/6935098555810616897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/nine-i-s.html' title='Nine &apos; I &apos;s'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-7871075959357327407</id><published>2009-03-10T21:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:50:02.429+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love and Anger</title><content type='html'>A saint asked his disciples, ?&lt;br /&gt; Why do people shout at each other when they are upset?' &lt;br /&gt;Disciples thought for a while, &lt;br /&gt;one of them said, 'Because we lose our calm, we shout for that.' &lt;br /&gt;'But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you?' asked the saint.&lt;br /&gt; 'Isn't it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? &lt;br /&gt;Why do you shout at a person when you're angry?' &lt;br /&gt;Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the saint. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Finally he explained,&lt;br /&gt; 'When two people are angry at each other,&lt;br /&gt; their hearts distance a lot. &lt;br /&gt;To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other.&lt;br /&gt; The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other through that great distance.' &lt;br /&gt;Then the saint asked,&lt;br /&gt; 'What happens when two people fall in love? &lt;br /&gt;They don't shout at each other but talk softly, why? &lt;br /&gt;Because their hearts are very close. &lt;br /&gt;The distance between them is very small...' &lt;br /&gt;The saint continued,&lt;br /&gt; 'When they love each other even more, what happens?&lt;br /&gt; They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love.&lt;br /&gt; Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that's all. &lt;br /&gt;That is how close two people are when they love each other.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MORAL:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you argue do not let your hearts get distant, do not say words that distance each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-7871075959357327407?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7871075959357327407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=7871075959357327407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/7871075959357327407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/7871075959357327407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-and-anger.html' title='Love and Anger'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-8617839411849868776</id><published>2009-03-02T00:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:37:12.514+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hi friends read it and think</title><content type='html'>My wife called, 'How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter, Sindu, looked frightened; tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with curd rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleared my throat and picked up the bowl. 'Sindu, darling, why don't you take a few mouthful of this curd rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sindu softened a bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. 'Ok, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal. Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindu, dear, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. Ok?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested. After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her. 'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Never in our family!' My mother rasped. 'She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sindu, darling, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I tried to plead with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are you out of your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No. If we go back on ourpromises, she will never learn to honour her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!' What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. 'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued, 'that boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish.. He is suffering from... leukemia'. She paused to muffle her sobs. 'Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood transfixed and then, I wept. 'My little Angel, you are teaching me how selfless real love is!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-8617839411849868776?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8617839411849868776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=8617839411849868776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/8617839411849868776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/8617839411849868776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-friends-read-it-and-think.html' title='hi friends read it and think'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-5709662372834188213</id><published>2008-12-19T16:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:06:58.231+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Spiritual Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mystics describe the quest for spiritual truth as a journey we make within our own bodies,&lt;br /&gt;within our consciousness. To understand this journey we need first to understand where we&lt;br /&gt;start from, our present spiritual condition. The life of each of us, mystics teach, is projected&lt;br /&gt;in its perfect whole from a single source beyond time. But on planes of mind and matter, we&lt;br /&gt;live our lives under the illusion of time and the law of cause and effect or action and reaction.&lt;br /&gt;Everything we do we have to pay for. The soul, coupled to mind and body, must reap the&lt;br /&gt;harvests of these sowings, and moves from life to life, form to form, living and dying over&lt;br /&gt;and over again. We are now caught in this cycle, called the wheel of life, the cycle of&lt;br /&gt;reincarnation, or the law of karma, which many of the world’s peoples have long understood&lt;br /&gt;as a basic fact of life.&lt;br /&gt;Given this situation, how should we choose to act? Mystics urge us to wake up, ask ourselves&lt;br /&gt;what it is that makes us suffer and where our real happiness lies, and then make the&lt;br /&gt;appropriate choices. They advise us to turn our consciousness away from the pain-filled&lt;br /&gt;material life of ceaseless change, the spinning rim of the wheel of life, and toward the&lt;br /&gt;stability of life’s unmoving centre.&lt;br /&gt;They explain that at the centre of life is spirit, one and indivisible. Spirit is perfection,&lt;br /&gt;imperturbable, the origin of all. From the one emerges all diversity, all forms from the most&lt;br /&gt;subtle to the most gross, all activity and complexity, the entire creation. Spirit is love. Spirit&lt;br /&gt;is energy. Spirit is life. Mind, matter and senses have no life of their own—they are the&lt;br /&gt;means by which spirit expresses and manages itself in material dimensions. Spirit comes&lt;br /&gt;from a source beyond mind and matter, and beyond the law of cause and effect. Soul, a drop&lt;br /&gt;of spirit that allows a being to be defined apart from the ocean of spirit, is the energy or&lt;br /&gt;power that sustains individualized life. When soul, the life force, leaves a body or living&lt;br /&gt;being, that body dies, disintegrates, and reverts to its original matter, dust to dust. If spirit&lt;br /&gt;leaves the creation, the creation disintegrates and reverts to an earlier, less-formed reality.&lt;br /&gt;The mystic journey of enlightenment, then, is the expansion and deepening of consciousness&lt;br /&gt;from life's most transient material manifestations to the permanence of its spirit-filled heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-5709662372834188213?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5709662372834188213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=5709662372834188213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/5709662372834188213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/5709662372834188213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2008/12/spiritual-journey.html' title='The Spiritual Journey'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-4995670527165639003</id><published>2008-04-21T02:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-21T02:40:08.158+05:30</updated><title type='text'>8 lies of mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EIGHT LIES OF A MOTHER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn't enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she would say 'Eat this rice, son! I'm not hungry.'&lt;br /&gt;This was Mother's First Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a little bit more nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught just two fish, she would make fish soup. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat what was still left on the bone of the fish I had eaten; My heart was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the other fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused it and said, 'Eat this fish, son! I don't really like fish.'&lt;br /&gt;This was Mother's Second Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to bring home some used matchboxes which she filled with fresh matchsticks. This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One wintry night I awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by candlelight. So I said, 'Mother, go to sleep; it's late: you can continue working tomorrow morning.' Mother smiled and said 'Go to sleep, son! I'm not tired.'&lt;br /&gt;This was Mother's Third Lie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother accompanied me. After dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun. When the bell rang, I ran to meet her. Mother embraced me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as strong as my Mother's love, Seeing Mother covered with perspiration; I at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said 'Drink, son! I'm not thirsty! &lt;br /&gt;This was Mother's Fourth Lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Father's death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent. She held on to her former job; she had to fund our needs alone. Our family's life was more complicated. We suffered from starvation. Seeing our family's condition worsening, my kind Uncle who lived near my house came to help us solve our problems big and small. Our other neighbors saw that we were poverty stricken so they often advised my mother to marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying 'I don't need love.'&lt;br /&gt;This was Mother's Fifth Lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had finished my studies and gotten a job, it was time for my old Mother to retire but she carried on going to the market every morning just to sell a few vegetables. I kept sending her money but she was steadfast and even sent the money back to me. She said, 'I have enough money.' &lt;br /&gt;That was Mother's Sixth Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued my part-time studies for my Master's Degree. Funded by the American Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in my studies. With a big jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life in America but Mother didn't want to bother her son; she said to me 'I'm not used to high living.'&lt;br /&gt;That was Mother's Seventh Lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her dotage, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be hospitalized. Now living far across the ocean, I went home to visit Mother who was bedridden after an operation. Mother tried to smile but I was heartbroken because she was so thin and feeble but Mother said, 'Don't cry, son! I'm not in pain.'&lt;br /&gt;That was Mother's Eighth Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling me this, her eighth lie, she died. &lt;br /&gt;YES, MOTHER WAS AN ANGEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - O - T - H - E - R&lt;br /&gt;'M' is for the Million things she gave me, &lt;br /&gt;'O' means Only that she's growing old, &lt;br /&gt;'T' is for the Tears she shed to save me, &lt;br /&gt;'H' is for her Heart of gold, &lt;br /&gt;'E' is for her Eyes with love-light shining in them, &lt;br /&gt;'R' means Right, and right she'll always be, &lt;br /&gt;Put them all together, they spell 'MOTHER' a word that means the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are lucky to be still blessed with your Mom's presence on Earth, this story is beautiful. For those who aren't so blessed, this is even more beautiful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-4995670527165639003?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4995670527165639003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=4995670527165639003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/4995670527165639003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/4995670527165639003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2008/04/8-lies-of-mother.html' title='8 lies of mother'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-6994507541312296301</id><published>2007-10-05T19:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:10:34.364+05:30</updated><title type='text'>never say forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Never say I Love You..&lt;br /&gt;if it isn't really there&lt;br /&gt;Never talk about feelings&lt;br /&gt;if you really don't care&lt;br /&gt;Never hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;if you're gonna break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Never say you are gonna &lt;br /&gt;if you don't plan to start&lt;br /&gt;Never look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and all you do is lie&lt;br /&gt;Never say hello&lt;br /&gt;if you really mean good bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really mean forever, then please say you'll try&lt;br /&gt;Never say forever.. because forever makes me cry ..........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-6994507541312296301?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6994507541312296301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=6994507541312296301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/6994507541312296301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/6994507541312296301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2007/10/never-say-forever.html' title='never say forever'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-5170750101271240567</id><published>2007-10-05T18:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:03:28.306+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MAKING DIFFERENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ever heard the story of the giant ship engine that failed? The ship's&lt;br /&gt;owners tried one expert after another, but none of them could figure but how&lt;br /&gt;to fix the engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they brought in an old man who had been fixing ships since he was a&lt;br /&gt;youngster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he arrived, he&lt;br /&gt;immediately went to work. He inspected the engine very carefully, top to bottom.&lt;br /&gt;Two of the ship's owners were there, watching this man, hoping he would&lt;br /&gt;know what to do. After looking things over, the old man reached into his&lt;br /&gt;bag and pulled out a small hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gently tapped something. Instantly, the engine lurched into life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He carefully put his hammer away. The engine was fixed! A week later, the&lt;br /&gt;owners received a bill from the old man for ten thousand dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!" the owners exclaimed. " He hardly did anything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they wrote the old man a note saying, "Please send us an itemized bill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sent a bill that read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapping with a hammer .. $ 2.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing where to ......... $ 9998.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effort is important, but knowing where to make an effort in your life makes&lt;br /&gt;all the difference.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-5170750101271240567?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5170750101271240567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=5170750101271240567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/5170750101271240567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/5170750101271240567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2007/10/making-difference.html' title='MAKING DIFFERENCE'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-8420419899121094308</id><published>2007-08-24T20:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-24T20:31:18.182+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Free Heart Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;For all kind of Heart Related Surgeries at Free of Cost. &lt;br /&gt;Contact: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri Sathya Sai Institute Higher Medical Sciences, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.P.I.P. Area, WhiteField, Bangalore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write to &lt;br /&gt;Sri Sathya Sai Institute of Higher Medical Sciences&lt;br /&gt;EPIP Area, Whitefield, &lt;br /&gt;Bangalore 560 066, &lt;br /&gt;Karnataka, INDIA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call &lt;br /&gt;Telephone: +91- 080- 28411500 &lt;br /&gt;Fax +91 - 080- 28411502&lt;br /&gt;Employment related +91- 080- 28411500 Ext. 415 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email General Queries: adminblr@sssihms. org.in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass it to all, it will help to some one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-8420419899121094308?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8420419899121094308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=8420419899121094308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/8420419899121094308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/8420419899121094308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2007/08/free-heart-surgery.html' title='Free Heart Surgery'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-9210532454830346045</id><published>2007-06-23T20:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-23T21:05:01.822+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HELPING HANDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Hi friends, If you are in INDIA and have a function/party at your home and if there is excess food available at the end, don't hesitate to call 1098 (only in India) - child helpline. They will come and collect the food. Please circulate this message which can help feed many children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         "Helping hands are better than Praying Lips". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-9210532454830346045?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/9210532454830346045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=9210532454830346045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/9210532454830346045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/9210532454830346045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2007/06/helping-hands.html' title='HELPING HANDS'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-8106201936352041543</id><published>2007-06-11T23:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:51:48.192+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Amazing kid jumping on his head</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Doubleclick on pic to watch the video,must watch till end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s40.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid40.photobucket.com/albums/e210/kapson/1106/29/ShaolinDance.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-8106201936352041543?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8106201936352041543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=8106201936352041543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/8106201936352041543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/8106201936352041543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2007/06/amazing-kid-jumping-on-his-head.html' title='Amazing kid jumping on his head'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-2423958487990101611</id><published>2007-06-11T22:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:23:39.784+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Can u find the camels?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/Rm15IZ741RI/AAAAAAAAAxY/nhsgOpjIU4s/s1600-h/camels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/Rm15IZ741RI/AAAAAAAAAxY/nhsgOpjIU4s/s320/camels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074845540424406290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font align="center" style="bold" face="comic sans" color="red" size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="comic" color="gold" size="3"&gt;The black ones are shadows and the white ones are the camels.&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/33770904-2423958487990101611?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2423958487990101611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=2423958487990101611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/2423958487990101611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/2423958487990101611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2007/06/can-u-find-camels.html' title='Can u find the camels?'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/Rm15IZ741RI/AAAAAAAAAxY/nhsgOpjIU4s/s72-c/camels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-1968373889292685189</id><published>2007-06-08T22:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-09T02:52:58.625+05:30</updated><title type='text'>12 Signs to know if you are in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/RmmXnJ741QI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Wuh4_Hjs0xk/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/RmmXnJ741QI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Wuh4_Hjs0xk/s320/pic1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073753154147374338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#ff93be" size="5"&gt;TWELVE:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff93be"&gt;&lt;br&gt;When you&amp;#39;re on the phone with them late at night and they hang up, you still miss them even when it was just two minutes ago.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#ff9900" size="5"&gt;ELEVEN:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="monotype corsiva" size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You walk really slow when you&amp;#39;re with them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size="5"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEN:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="#cccc00"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You feel shy whenever they&amp;#39;re around.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;NINE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You smile when you hear their voice.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="#009933"&gt;&lt;br&gt;When you look at them,you can&amp;#39;t see the other people around you, you just see him/her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font  size=5 face="Monotype corsiva"color="#33cccc"&gt;SIX&lt;br&gt;They&amp;#39;re all you think about.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#3366cc"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#3366cc" size="5"&gt;FIVE:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366cc"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You realize you&amp;#39;re always smiling when you&amp;#39;re looking at them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#cc9900"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#cc9900" size="5"&gt;FOUR:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc9900"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You would do anything &lt;br /&gt;for them, just to see them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#ff3300" size="5"&gt;THREE:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff3300"&gt;&lt;br&gt;While reading this,there was one person on your mind this whole time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva"color="#800000" size="5"&gt;TWO:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You were so busy thinking about that person, you didn&amp;#39;t notice number seven was missing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#0099cc"size="5"&gt;ONE:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#0099cc" size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You just scrolled up to check &amp;amp; are now silently laughing at yourself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-1968373889292685189?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1968373889292685189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=1968373889292685189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/1968373889292685189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/1968373889292685189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2007/06/12-signs-to-know-if-you-are-in-love.html' title='12 Signs to know if you are in Love'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/RmmXnJ741QI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Wuh4_Hjs0xk/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-7893570997556690195</id><published>2007-06-05T15:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-05T15:04:11.930+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Watch Tom N Jerry cartoon to laugh n relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eC3tnTFdkHA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eC3tnTFdkHA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-7893570997556690195?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7893570997556690195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=7893570997556690195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/7893570997556690195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/7893570997556690195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2007/06/watch-tom-n-jerry-cartoon-to-laugh-n.html' title='Watch Tom N Jerry cartoon to laugh n relax'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-9052086177844067008</id><published>2007-06-05T14:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-05T14:46:24.808+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Follow the rules for you and let others like you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Principle 1: Become genuinely interested in other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple way to make a good impression. &lt;br /&gt;The expression one wears on one's face if far more important than the clothes one wears on one's back. Actions speak louder than words, and a smile says, " I like you. You make me happy. I am glad to see you." You must have a good time meeting people i f you expect them to have a good time meeting you. You don't feel like smiling? Then what? Two things. First, force yourself to smile. If you are alone, force yourself to whistle or hum a tune or sing. Act as if you were already happy, and that will tend to make you happy. "Action seems to follow feeling, but really action and feeling go together; and by regulating the action, which is under the more direct control of the will, we can indirectly regulate the feeling, which is not." -William James. Happiness doesn't depend on outward conditions. It depends on inner conditions. It isn't what you have or who you are or where you are or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about it. "There is nothing either good or bad," said Shakespeare, "but thinking makes it so." Your smile is a messenger of your good will. Your smile brightens the lives of all who see it. To someone who has seen a dozen people frown, scowl or turn their faces away, your smile is like the sun breaking through the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principle 2: Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't do this, you are headed for trouble&lt;br /&gt;The average person is more interested in his or her own name than all the other names on earth put together. Remember that name and call it easily, and you have paid a subtle and very effective compliment. But forget it or misspell it-and you have plac e yourself at a sharp disadvantage. Whenever you meet a new acquaintance, find out his or her complete name and some facts about his or her family, business or political opinions. Fix all these facts well in mind as part of the picture, and the next time you meet that person, even if it was a year later, you will be able to shake hands, inquire after the family, and ask about the hollyhocks in the backyard. Sometimes it is difficult to remember a name, particularly if it is hard to pronounce. Rather than even try to learn it, many people ignore it or call the person by an easy nickname. Most people don't remember names, for the simple reason that they don't take the time and energy necessary to concentrate and repeat and fix names indelibly in their minds. If you don't hear the name distinctly say excuse me I didn't get your name clearly. Then, if it is an unusual name, ask how it is spelled. Use the person's name several times in the conversation; try to associate it in your mind with the person's featur es, expression and general appearance. Then, when you are alone write the name down on a piece of paper, look at it, and concentrate on it, fix it securely in your mind, in this way you will gain an eye impression of the name as well as an ear impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principle 3: Remember that a person's name is to that person the sweetest and most important sound in any language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An easy way to become a good conversationalist&lt;br /&gt;Listen intently; listen because you are genuinely interested. That kind of listening is one of the highest compliments we can pay anyone. The chronic kicker, even the most violent critic, will frequently soften and be subdued in the presence of a patient, sympathetic listener-a listener who will be silent with the irate fault-finger dilates like a king cobra and spews the poison out of his system. Be more eager to hear what a person has to say then even they are to tell it. Many people prefer good list eners to good talkers, but the ability to listen seems rarer than almost any other good trait. All we want when we are in trouble is a friendly, sympathetic listener to unburden yourself. That is frequently all the irritated customer wants, and the dissat isfied employee or the hurt friend. If you want to know how to make people shun you and laugh at you behind your back and even despise you, here is the recipe: Never listen to anyone for long. Talk incessantly about yourself. If you have an idea while the other person is talking, don't wait for him or her to finish: bust right in and interrupt in the middle of a sentence. If you aspire to be a good conversationalist, be an attentive listener. To be interesting, be interested. Ask questions that other persons will enjoy answering. Encourage them to talk about themselves and their accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principle 4: Be a good listener. Encourage others to talk about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to interest people&lt;br /&gt;The royal road to a person's heart is to talk about the things he or she treasures most. Make an effort to find out what interests the person then get them talking about it. Talking in terms of the other person's interests pays off for both parties. When asked what reward he got from it, Mr. Herzig responded that he not only received a different reward from each person but that in general the reward had been an enlargement of his life each time he spoke to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principle 5: Talk in terms of the other person's interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to make people like you instantly.&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself " What is there about him or her that I can honestly admire?" That is sometimes a hard question to answer, especially with strangers. You want approval of those with whom you come in contact. You want recognition of your true worth. You want a feeling that your are important in our little world. You don't want to listen to cheap, insincere flattery, but you do crave sincere appreciation. So let's obey the Golden Rule, and give unto others what we would have others give unto us. How? When? Where? The answer is all the time, everywhere. Use little phrases such as "I'm sorry to trouble you, ___." "Would you please ___?" "Won't you please?" "Would you mind?" "Thank you." The unvarnished truth is that almost all the people you meet feel themselves superior to you in some way, and a sure way to their hearts is to let them realize in some subtle way that you recognize their importance, and recognize it sincerely. Talk to people about themselves and they will listen for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principle 6: Make the other person feel important-and do it sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Nutshell: Six ways to make people like you Become genuinely interested in other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that a person's name is to that person the sweetest and most important sound in any language.&lt;br /&gt;Be a good listener. Encourage others to talk about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Talk in terms of the other person's interests.&lt;br /&gt;Make the other person feel important-and do it sincerely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-9052086177844067008?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/9052086177844067008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=9052086177844067008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/9052086177844067008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/9052086177844067008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2007/06/follow-rules-for-you-and-let-others.html' title='Follow the rules for you and let others like you'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-5160285294925096433</id><published>2007-06-03T16:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-03T16:47:09.985+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Taking care while forwarding mails</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Do you really know how to forward e-mails?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50% of us do, 50% DO NOT.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wonder why you get viruses or junk mail?  Do you hate it? Every time you forward an e-mail, there is information left over from the people who got the message before you -- their e-mail addresses and names. As the messages get forwarded along, the list builds and builds and builds, and all it takes is for some poor sap to get a virus and his or her computer can send that virus to every E-mail address that has come across his computer.  Or, someone can take all of those addresses and sell them, or send junk mail to them in the hopes that you will go to the site and that person will make five cents for each hit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you stop it?  There are several easy steps:    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  When you forward an e-mail, DELETE all of the other addresses that appear in the body of the message (at the top).  That's right, DELETE them.  Highlight them and delete them, backspace them, cut them, whatever it is you know how to do.  It only takes a second.  You MUST click the "Forward" button first and then you will have full editing capabilities against the body and headers of the message.  If you don't click on "Forward" first, you won't be able to edit the message at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whenever you send an e-mail to more than one person, do NOT use the "To" or "Cc" fields for adding e-mail addresses.  Always use the "BCC" (blind carbon copy) field for listing the e-mail addresses. This way the people you send to will only see their own e-mail address.  If you don't see your "BCC," option click on "To" and your address list will appear.  Highlight the address and choose "BCC."  It's that easy.  When you send to "BCC" your message will automatically say "Undisclosed Recipients" in the "To" field of the ones who receive it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Remove any "FW" in the subject line.  You can re-name the subject or even fix spelling.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ALWAYS hit your "Forward" button from the actual e-mail you are reading, not from the one who sent it to you!!  Ever get e-mails where you have to open ten pages first to rad the one page with the wanted information on it?  By Forwarding from the actual page you wish to be viewed, it eliminates extra e-mails people have to wade through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Have you ever gotten an e-mail that is a petition?  It states aposition, asks you to add your name and address and then requests that you forward it to ten or 15 people or your entire address book.  As it is forwarded on and on it can collect thousands of names and e-mail addresses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACT:  That petition is worth a couple of bucks to a professional spammer because of the wealth of valid names and e-mail addresses on it.  If you want to support the intent of the petition, send it as your own personal letter to the most effective source.  Your position may carry more weight as a personal letter than does a laundry list of names and e-mail address on a petition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And think about this -- Who is supposed to actually send the petition in after the names are collected?  And don't believe the ones that say that the e-mail is being traced.  It just ain't so! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  One of the emails I hate is the one that says something like, "Send this e-mail to ten people and you'll see something cute run across your screen," or sometimes they just tease you by saying something really good will happen soon.  IT AIN'T GONNA!!!!!  Trust me, some of the same ones went around ten years ago! im sure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't let the bad luck ones scare me either, they get trashed (could be why I haven't won the lottery??) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Before you forward an Amber Alert or a Virus Alert, or some of the other ones floating around nowadays, check them out before you forward them  Most of them are junk mail that have been circling the net for YEARS!  Now here's an idea!!!  Let' send this to everyone we know, This is something that SHOULD be forwarded! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-5160285294925096433?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5160285294925096433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=5160285294925096433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/5160285294925096433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/5160285294925096433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2007/06/taking-care-while-forwarding-mails.html' title='Taking care while forwarding mails'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-1449193864243766083</id><published>2007-05-31T18:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T18:25:28.337+05:30</updated><title type='text'>People that make a difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Give it a thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just read straight&lt;br /&gt;through, and you'll get the point.&lt;br /&gt;1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.&lt;br /&gt;3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America contest.&lt;br /&gt;4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.&lt;br /&gt;5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winner for best actor and&lt;br /&gt;  actress.&lt;br /&gt;6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;       How did you do? The point is, none of us remember the headliners of&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their&lt;br /&gt;fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.&lt;br /&gt;Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.&lt;br /&gt;2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.&lt;br /&gt;3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.&lt;br /&gt;5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with&lt;br /&gt;6. Name half a dozen heroes whose stories have inspired you.&lt;br /&gt;Easier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson:&lt;br /&gt;The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the&lt;br /&gt;most credentials, the most money, or the most awards? but the ones who &lt;br /&gt;care for you."Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. &gt;&gt; It's already&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow in Australia."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-1449193864243766083?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1449193864243766083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=1449193864243766083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/1449193864243766083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/1449193864243766083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2007/05/people-that-make-difference.html' title='People that make a difference'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-815142309418946816</id><published>2007-04-18T09:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-18T09:59:57.871+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DIFFICULT QUESTIONS AND INTELLIGENT ANSWERS</title><content type='html'>Q.How can you drop a raw egg onto a concrete floor without cracking it?&lt;br /&gt;A. Concrete floors are very hard to crack! (UPSC Topper) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.If it took eight men ten hours to build a wall, how long would it&lt;br /&gt;take four men to build it?&lt;br /&gt;A. No time at all it is already built. (UPSC 23 Rank Opted for IFS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.If you had three apples and four oranges in one hand and four apples&lt;br /&gt;and three oranges in the other hand, what would you have?&lt;br /&gt;A. Very large hands.(Good one) (UPSC 11 Rank Opted for IPS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How can you lift an elephant with one hand?&lt;br /&gt;A. It is not a problem, since you will never find an elephant with one&lt;br /&gt;hand. (UPSC Rank 14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How can a man go eight days without sleep?&lt;br /&gt;A. No Probs , He sleeps at night. (UPSC IAS Rank 98)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you throw a red stone into the blue sea what it will become?&lt;br /&gt;A. It will Wet or Sink as simple as that. (UPSC IAS Rank 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What looks like half apple ?&lt;br /&gt;A : The other half. (UPSC - IAS Topper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What can you never eat for breakfast ?&lt;br /&gt;A : Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What happened when wheel was invented ?&lt;br /&gt;A : It caused a revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Bay of Bengal is in which state?&lt;br /&gt;A : Liquid (UPSC 33Rank )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Interviewer said "I shall either ask you ten easy questions or one&lt;br /&gt;really difficult question. Think well before you make up your mind!"&lt;br /&gt;The boy&lt;br /&gt;thought for a while and said, "my choice is one really difficult question."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, good luck to you, you have made your own choice! Now tell me this.&lt;br /&gt;"What comes first, Day or Night?"&lt;br /&gt;The boy was jolted in to reality as his admission depends on the&lt;br /&gt;correctness of his answer, but he thought for a while and said, "It's&lt;br /&gt;the DAY sir!"&lt;br /&gt;"How" the interviewer asked, "Sorry sir, you promised me that you will&lt;br /&gt;not ask me a SECOND difficult question!" He was selected for IIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-815142309418946816?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/815142309418946816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=815142309418946816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/815142309418946816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/815142309418946816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2007/04/difficult-questions-and-intelligent.html' title='DIFFICULT QUESTIONS AND INTELLIGENT ANSWERS'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-117546863042647628</id><published>2007-04-02T04:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-02T04:33:50.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Fern and the Bamboo</title><content type='html'>One day I decided to quit...I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality. ...&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to quit my life. I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look around", He s aid. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes", I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did not quit on the bamboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second year the fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did not quit on the bamboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would not quit. The same in year four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then in the fifth year, a tiny sprout emerged from the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the fern, it was seemingly small and insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just six months later, the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had spent the five years growing roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, You have actually been growing roots? I would not quit on the bamboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never quit on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't compare yourself to others." He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How high should I rise?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As high as it can?" I questioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the forest, realizing that God will never give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He will never give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never regret a day in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good days give you happiness;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad days give you experiences;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are essential to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-117546863042647628?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/117546863042647628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=117546863042647628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/117546863042647628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/117546863042647628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2007/04/fern-and-bamboo.html' title='The Fern and the Bamboo'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-117498557912623389</id><published>2007-03-27T15:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-27T15:22:59.130+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Beware of Rumors ,Learn About AIDS</title><content type='html'>* HIV (virus) requires *ONLY* *Blood or Semen* as medium to transmit &lt;br /&gt;from one body to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* HIV *can not* transmit even through *Saliva*(mucous) i.e. even if&lt;br /&gt;HIV-infected patient coughs or smooches and another person is &lt;br /&gt;exposed to his sputum (cough) or saliva, the virus still can not &lt;br /&gt;transmit because concentration of virus particles in sputum is &lt;br /&gt;almost NIL &amp; exposure to air anyway kills virus in fraction of &lt;br /&gt;seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* In case an HIV-infected person gets an injury (like the cut in&lt;br /&gt;below mentioned story) and he is bleeding, the virus can transmit to&lt;br /&gt;another person only if another person has a cut/wound in his body &amp; &lt;br /&gt;that too when blood from both person comes in contact with each &lt;br /&gt;other* (this is also very very rare unless bleeding is very high) &lt;br /&gt;and not otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* HIV can *never survive in any other liquid* medium also other than &lt;br /&gt;blood or semen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Even if one drinks an HIV infected blood (or semen) of someone&lt;br /&gt;(ingest through Gastro Intestinal track), the virus can not survive &lt;br /&gt;in the acidic pH of stomach*. Highest extent of acidity is 0 &lt;br /&gt;(practically not possible) so imagine 1 as pH which is in our &lt;br /&gt;stomach. (This pH can burn your own finger in less than a second if &lt;br /&gt;you dip in that acid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Exposure of less than 1 second in AIR KILLS the HIV virus*(hence &lt;br /&gt;story of needle pricks in Cinema theatres is a crap). Even if blood &lt;br /&gt;from a wound (of infected person) dries up (*blood clot*), *the &lt;br /&gt;virus dies*and can not infect anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* HIV transmission is *ONLY* an *INFECTION* i.e.entrance of virus in &lt;br /&gt;one's body. It *DOES NOT MEAN AIDS*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* An HIV-infected person (after entrance of virus) can progress to a &lt;br /&gt;condition of AIDS only after *8 to 10 YEARS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It is *not HIV (virus) that kills a human* .....the virus attacks&lt;br /&gt;immune cells (cells that fight against foreign pathogens/antigens) &lt;br /&gt;and hence a person's ability to fight against infections &amp; diseases &lt;br /&gt;slowly diminishes and person ultimately dies of a disease which &lt;br /&gt;could be as simple as TB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Most importantly, HIV is no longer a dreadful disease ... it is&lt;br /&gt;"*CHRONIC MANAGEABLE DISEASE*" just like Diabetes or Hypertension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If there is anything you need to be careful from to prevent HIV is &lt;br /&gt;Unsafe sex*, *Blood transfusion* (check before taking) /Blood &lt;br /&gt;donation (use sterilized needles only) and any *blood contact during &lt;br /&gt;an accident *or so where amount of bleeding is very high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post this to as many people as u can to make them aware of AIDS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-117498557912623389?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/117498557912623389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=117498557912623389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/117498557912623389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/117498557912623389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2007/03/beware-of-rumors-learn-about-aids.html' title='Beware of Rumors ,Learn About AIDS'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-117498494601359102</id><published>2007-03-27T15:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-27T15:12:26.033+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Your D.O.B and your LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2730/3712/1600/576967/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2730/3712/320/789448/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 1 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You are very curious and dedicative. When you are interested in something, everything else has to wait. This is your quality. But if you learn to bemore patient and complete what you have started, you will be successful inlife.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;You believe in love at first sight. You won't wait to learn more about the person. Vise versa, people who fail to impress you will hardly get a chanceto be your friend. Your emotion is on the extreme. You can only love or hate, nothing in between and this often shows in your ____ex-pression. Try not to end a relationship in a quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 2 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You have great common sense but usually fail to follow through. This mighthappens because you are too busy with your mission and shut yourself from the outside world. You are clever and profound so there's a slight chance for self-control problem.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;Your love progress slowly, and quietly. You seem to be contented with your unrequited love. Your are a romantic and loyal lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 3 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;Although you are innocent and romantic but your ____ex-pression often mislead others that you are an active, fun loving kid. Because of your doublepersonality, it's hard for others to really know the real you. You are careful and patient.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;Your love is the greatest which often surprises others. No one can bring you to light when you are in love. Your confidencemight lead you to the track your parents disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 4 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life &lt;br /&gt;You usually think before acting which makes your life quite easy. But youoften are the one who give yourself a hard time by being paranoid. People might not truly understand you but you are really nice to be around. You are cheerful and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;Still water runs deep, that's what you are. You always surprise others withyour new character when you are in love. Your love trap often comes unexpectedly and your love life is full of surprises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 5 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;Although you are on the quiet side, but you enjoy excitement and changes.Routine is something you cannot stand. Because of your extreme confidence, you hardly ask others for opinion. You believe in leading your own life, and you have got the gift in doing so.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop you from making progress in your love life. Once you are inlove, you feel the ownership of your lover. A third party can only makes your jealousy becomes worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 6 of the month? &lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You are generous with people in need, sometimes to an extreme that peoplefind you nosey. Your hidden courage and dedication often surprise others. Your imagination is extremely unique. Your Love&lt;br /&gt;Your love life is on the smooth track because it grows from friendship.Although you may not make a sweet lover but your sincerity bring happinessto your couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 7 of the month? &lt;br /&gt;Your Life &lt;br /&gt;You are sensitive to changes around you but your feeling is hardlyexpressed. You hate exaggerations. Under your quiet personality, you arerather stubborn and self-centered. These qualities are the force behind your extreme persistence.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;You have enormous courage to please your lover. Your relationship oftenprogress quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 8 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You have pleasant and friendly personality. People look u to your wit and imagination. You are unpredictable and hardly complete what you started,which sometimes create negative impact to people around you.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love becomes your routine. Most of the time you are lucky. You fascinate people with good taste but you never have enough with one.Although your love progresses very fast, it never lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 9 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You often have problem in promoting yourself, just because you don't know how to express your true self. On the other hand, you don't really care what they think. This is why people misunderstand you until they really get achance to learn about your pleasant personality.Opposite sex find you mysterious and worth searching. Your wit is remarkable but sometimes you are too fast to follow.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;You won't reveal your feeling even after dreaming about the same guy overand over. Your first love lasts forever. You are responsible to the feeling of your lover. The chance to betray your lover is none. You have luck with children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 10 of the month? &lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You are very capable. If you are a woman, you have high chance to be arenowned workingwoman. If you are a man, your path to fame and honor is near. As an innovator, you are not a good follower. You are good in implementing your imagination and share it withothers. You are always well dressed.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love &lt;br /&gt;You often lose your love ones from being too jealous. You always feel like you own the person you fall in love with and that often blows yourrelationship.------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 11 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You are gracious, elegant and prudent. People admire your qualities and some even become jealous of you. You are realistic, flexible and adaptable. You are remarkably kind and moral person.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to sacrifice yourself for the one you love. Your lover will always have your gentleness, care and loyalty. You will always be happy to hand around the one you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 12 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, humorous and full of energy. You are open-minded and donot care for minor details. Your weak point is your hot temper.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to start off in one-sided love affairs because you strongly believe that you will eventually win his/her heart. On the other hand, onceyou are together, you always want to do things your way, which is often the fire starter. You usually run in and out of love quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 13 of the month? &lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You are sincere and easy going. Flattering and charming around are not your style. You care so much for freedom that often leads you to the difficultpath. Because of your sincerity, most people find you easy to be around although you are sometimes too str ightforward.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;Your gentleness, care and sincerity make you an attractive person.Eventhough you don't intend to be charming, but you naturally are, especially in the eyes of opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 14 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You are so confident that sometimes you forget about the people around you. If you have to be in one of the two teams, you will choose to be in thewinning team. On the other hand, you are kind and caring but above all, you care for your own benefits. Your imagination isunique and often gets implemented shortly after it comes across.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;You will not get soft with the one you don't really like, no matter how hard he/she tries. But once you feel for someone you have chosen, there's no getting back.------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 15 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You are outgoing and love to be at the center of attention. From theoutside, you may seem flashy, flirty, and tricky but your true self is strong, full of hope to be the leader. When you fail to convince someone, you will get frustrated, and perhaps let yourtemper shows.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;You are emotional. Many can win your heart at once, but not for long. This is why you hardly win a decent relationship.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 16 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You always follow the good and the right instead of listening to your heart.Another word, you are a perfectionist. You care for every word people say about you. You often seen isolated while you are, by nature, curious and a dreamer who is ready to get over the edge to makeyour dream comes true.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;You often fall in love with a person who is much different from you, in age and other aspects. Your relationship grows on friendship. Love at fist sightis not your style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 17 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You neither want to be interfered nor have the desire to mess with others'life. But you are friendly and occasionally a party animal. You are always in a circle of friends. You often do things in your own way thatoccasionally go beyond the acceptable limit. People may find you childishand not very attractive in that sense.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;Your fun-loving character attracts opposite sex. Many of those are great.Youoften find yourself trapped among a few great guys while you have to chooseonly one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 18 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, people think you are quiet type of person. Actually you are cheerful, but conditionally. You will show your joyful character only in good mood. One the other hand, when you are moody, no one would dare to bearound. Because of your emotion fluctuation and frank character, some find you hard to be around.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;You hardly show your feeling towards opposite sex no matter how much you like him/her. Your partner also has similar character so your love affairs often take quite a while to flourish. Time tells it all. Your sinceritymakes you very attractive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 19 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You are great in managing everything in your life and this is how you gain respect from others. Because of this quality, you sometimes feel that you are better than the rest. Extreme confidence might lead you to the wrongpath. You are a free bird and want to lead yourown life. Your Love&lt;br /&gt;You love life is rather different from others'. When you are in love, nothing can stop you. You may often fight with your partner but, soon afterthat, you will make up in a way that surprises others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 20 of the month? &lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You are prudent, circumspect and take things seriously. Before you make any move, you will think of a few alternatives that might take a while. You arepatient, imaginative and target oriented. You value friendship more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love &lt;br /&gt;You usually study your partner carefully before making any move. You neverdemand anything beyond the natural quality of that person. Your sinceritydoesn't bring excitement in your love life but it brings deeply grown relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 21 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You are curious and a true follower. You can please someone so much that itseem like you are trying to charm that person. You hide your disagreementunder your smiling face. This is a charming quality of yours.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;You are quite unlucky in love. You are loved by someone you don't like whileyour dream man is so far away. Your love life is occasionally underturbulence. Sometimes you don't have the clear view of the guy in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 22 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You have the boss character, but not a leader. Most people look up to youfor your capability and confidence although they find you quite stubborn.You should listen more to others. You are a unique and charming individual.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;You hardly take the moderate track. You either love or hate someone. Whomyou call friends are the chosen ones. If any of them betray you, you won'tlet them get away without having hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 23 of the month? &lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You never live your life in the way others want you to. You are anindependent individual who loves challenges and excitement. You are ready toface with the result of your decision. You are usually the one your friends count on.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;Because you love excitements, you occasionally get involved in forbiddenlove affairs. You may fall in love with a married person and no one can stop you from making progress. You are very charming, although you might not realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 24 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You are very optimistic and that's why you always enjoy life. You are giftedin entertaining others. Your friends love and trust you. You'll be the first they come to when they are in need of someone to speak their heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you fall in love just because you want to be in love, not that youreally like that person. You always be seen as a sweet couple but you can't really get over your love ones from past. Your partner is usually crazy about you because you are remarkably charming andromantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 25 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You are a warrior. No obstacle can stop you from reaching your goal. You always keep yourself busy. This quality plus your responsibility will eventually bring you success.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;You adore y ur partner as the number one priority. You value your love one more than yourself. Your love is the greatest of all and your have potentialto get married young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 26 of the month? &lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You are always curious and responsive to changes. Routine life is not theway you choose to live. Travelling is your favorite hobby because excitement is what you are after.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;You will not stand being around the one you dislike. Your love comes andgoes quickly. You can be deeply in love but soon after you will be looking around for the next one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 27 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You are sensitive and vulnerable. Tears often run down your cheeks even when the matter is not that bad. This might be the result from being topessimistic. You might seem cold on the shell, but your inner self is a kind loving person.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;You will be elegantly dressed, no matter how casually dressed your date may be. You are emanding in love and sometimes to an unacceptable extend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 28 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You are a capable person but you usually underestimate your own ability.This is the cause of missing numbers of opportunity to step forward. If you try to give yourself a chance, you can be successful in life. Try to see things on the bright side and you will be happier than ever.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;You are quite unlucky in love. The one in your arm is not the one in your heart. Your love has so many ups and downs. You often chicken out before seeing any progress in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 29 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You can trust your sixth sense. Life is exciting so routine job is not yourinterest. You have great ideas and fantastic imagination. You often feel tired of things and people around you.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;You can tell what's in the mind of another person just from looking intohis/her eyes. You are paranoid and jealous and these are the cause of fights between you and your lover. Sometimes the thing you believe in is just your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 30 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;You are always surrounded by a circle of friends. You are friendly and funto be with. Though you occasionally disappoint them by being stubborn, but over all, they love your qualities.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;You want to have full control of your love and that's not a nice way totreat your partner. You take your time in saying yes to his wedding proposal or if you are a man, you will not propose anyone until you are certainlyconfident which might take ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 31 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;Your emotion is hard to predict. You can be sad this minute and happy in thenext. People might find it difficult to follow your emotion and understand you. You tend to take things seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;You take your time to study a person before falling in love. Once you decidethat he or she is the one, no one can stop you from making progress, even your partner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-117498494601359102?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/117498494601359102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=117498494601359102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/117498494601359102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/117498494601359102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2007/03/your-dob-and-your-life.html' title='Your D.O.B and your LIFE'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-115996601673783910</id><published>2006-10-04T17:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-04T18:16:56.776+05:30</updated><title type='text'>From LG to Fair and Lovely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/320/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear FAIR and LOVELY (ek chand ka tukda),  You are my TVS SCOOTY (First love) and my AIWA (Pure passion). I always BPL (Believe in the best) and you are SANSUI (Better than the best).You are DOMINO'S PIZZA (Delivering a million smiles) for me. This is a COLGATE ENERGY GEL (Seriously fresh ) feeling for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I want you to be my life partner but I think you are worried about your father who is KAWASAKI BAJAJ CALIBER (The Unshakable)and my father who is CEAT (Born Tough) but don't worry as I am also FORD ICON (The Josh Machine) and rest of our family members are KELVINATORS (The Coolest ones). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If they say no, we will run away and marry and PHILIPS (Let's Make Things Better). They will feel MIRINDA (Zor ka jhatka dhire se lage) but I believe in COCA COLA (Jo chahe ho jaye).  For our marriage SAMSUNG DIGITALL (Everyone's Invited) and after marriage we'll be WHIRLPOOL (U and ME - The World's best homemakers) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Trust in God who's always NOKIA (Connecting people) who love each other. And we are WILLS (Made for each other). Now that HYUNDAI (we are listening) the song of love, you must know that love is DAIRY MILK (Real taste of life) , SATYAM ONLINE (Fun, Fast, Easy ) and PARX (Always Comfortable) . So never forget me. Ok bye! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote little but PEPSI (Yeh dil mange more). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LG (Digitally Yours) !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  bye bye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-115996601673783910?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115996601673783910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=115996601673783910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115996601673783910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115996601673783910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2006/10/from-lg-to-fair-and-lovely.html' title='From LG to Fair and Lovely'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-115934678383342025</id><published>2006-09-27T14:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-27T14:16:23.873+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nice pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-115934678383342025?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115934678383342025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=115934678383342025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115934678383342025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115934678383342025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2006/09/nice-pics.html' title='Nice pics'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-115890883194637817</id><published>2006-09-22T12:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-22T12:37:11.963+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said, "Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate carving and everyone would see the beauty."&lt;br /&gt;Then the second tree said, "Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull."&lt;br /&gt;Finally the third tree said, "I want to grow to be the tallest and straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me."&lt;br /&gt;After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter" ... and he began cutting it down. The tree was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.&lt;br /&gt;At the second tree a woodsman said, "This looks like a strong tree, I should be able to sell it to the shipyard." The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.&lt;br /&gt;When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true. One of the woodsmen said, "I don't need anything special from my tree so I'll take this one", and he cut it down.&lt;br /&gt;When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for. The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end. The third tree was cut into large pieces and left alone in the dark. The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time. Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and he stood and said "Peace" and the storm stopped. At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in Him, He will give you great gifts. Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined. We don't always know what God's plans are for us. We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-115890883194637817?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115890883194637817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=115890883194637817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115890883194637817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115890883194637817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2006/09/inspiring-story.html' title='Inspiring Story'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-115884943084281418</id><published>2006-09-21T19:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-21T20:07:10.856+05:30</updated><title type='text'>wise words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/1600/ww4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/400/ww4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/1600/ww3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/400/ww3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/1600/ww2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/400/ww2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/1600/ww1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/400/ww1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-115884943084281418?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115884943084281418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=115884943084281418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115884943084281418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115884943084281418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2006/09/wise-words.html' title='wise words'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-115878396147582449</id><published>2006-09-21T01:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-21T01:56:01.486+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Always Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/1600/whtrse.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/320/whtrse.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. No one can ruin your day without YOUR permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Most people will be about as happy, as they decide to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Others can stop you temporarily, but only you can do it permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Whatever you are willing to put up with, is exactly what you will have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Success stops when you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When your ship comes in.... Make sure you are willing to unload it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You will never have it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Life is a journey...not a destination. Enjoy the trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The biggest lie on the planet When I get what I want I will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The best way to escape your problem is to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I've learned that ultimately , 'takers' lose and 'givers' win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Life's precious moments don't have value, unless they are shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you don't start, it's certain you won't arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. We often fear the thing we want the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. He or she who laughs...... lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Yesterday was the deadline for all complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Look for opportunities. ..not guarantees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Life is what's coming....not what was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Success is getting up one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Now is the most interesting time of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When things go wrong .....don't go with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-115878396147582449?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115878396147582449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=115878396147582449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115878396147582449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115878396147582449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2006/09/always-remember_20.html' title='Always Remember'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-115867481778313337</id><published>2006-09-19T19:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:36:57.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Famous Indian-American personalities</title><content type='html'>Academic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Shreeram Shankar Abhyankar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shreeram_Shankar_Abhyankar"&gt;Shreeram Shankar Abhyankar&lt;/a&gt;, mathematician, singularity theory and &lt;a title="Abhyankar's conjecture" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abhyankar%27s_conjecture"&gt;Abhyankar's conjecture&lt;/a&gt; of finite group theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Akhil Amar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akhil_Amar"&gt;Akhil Amar&lt;/a&gt;, Professor of Law at &lt;a title="Yale Law School" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yale_Law_School"&gt;Yale Law School&lt;/a&gt;, an expert on &lt;a title="Constitutional law" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constitutional_law"&gt;constitutional law&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Criminal procedure" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Criminal_procedure"&gt;criminal procedure&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Vikram Amar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vikram_Amar"&gt;Vikram Amar&lt;/a&gt;, Professor of Law at &lt;a title="Hastings College of Law" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hastings_College_of_Law"&gt;U.C. Hastings College of the Law&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Balamurali Ambati" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balamurali_Ambati"&gt;Balamurali Ambati&lt;/a&gt;, physician, world's youngest doctor at age 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Homi K. Bhabha" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homi_K._Bhabha"&gt;Homi K. Bhabha&lt;/a&gt;, post-colonial theorist at &lt;a title="Harvard" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harvard"&gt;Harvard&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Mani Lal Bhaumik" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mani_Lal_Bhaumik"&gt;Mani Lal Bhaumik&lt;/a&gt;, inventor of &lt;a title="Excimer laser" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Excimer_laser"&gt;excimer laser&lt;/a&gt; technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Subramanyan Chandrasekhar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Subramanyan_Chandrasekhar"&gt;Subramanyan Chandrasekhar&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Nobel Laureate" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nobel_Laureate"&gt;Nobel Laureate&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a title="Physics" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Physics"&gt;Physics&lt;/a&gt;, 1983.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Atul Gawande" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atul_Gawande"&gt;Atul Gawande&lt;/a&gt;, general and endocrine surgeon , medical author, National Book Award finalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Dipak C. Jain" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dipak_C._Jain"&gt;Dipak C. Jain&lt;/a&gt;, Dean of the J. L. Kellogg School of Management at Northwestern University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Aravind Joshi" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aravind_Joshi"&gt;Aravind Joshi&lt;/a&gt;, computer scientist, defined the tree-adjoining grammar formalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Narendra Karmarkar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narendra_Karmarkar"&gt;Narendra Karmarkar&lt;/a&gt;, mathematician, inventor of Karmarkar algorithm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Neal Katyal" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neal_Katyal"&gt;Neal Katyal&lt;/a&gt;, Professor of Law at &lt;a title="Georgetown University Law School" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georgetown_University_Law_School"&gt;Georgetown University Law School&lt;/a&gt;, lead counsel in the landmark Supreme Court case &lt;a title="Hamdan v. Rumsfeld" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hamdan_v._Rumsfeld"&gt;Hamdan v. Rumsfeld&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Narinder Singh Kapany" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Narinder_Singh_Kapany&amp;action=edit"&gt;Narinder Singh Kapany&lt;/a&gt;, engineer, called the "Father of &lt;a title="Fiber Optics" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fiber_Optics"&gt;Fiber Optics&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Har Gobind Khorana" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Har_Gobind_Khorana"&gt;Har Gobind Khorana&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Nobel Prize" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nobel_Prize"&gt;Nobel Prize&lt;/a&gt; in Physiology/Medicine (1968).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Anil Nerode" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anil_Nerode"&gt;Anil Nerode&lt;/a&gt;, mathematician, proved the &lt;a title="Myhill-Nerode Theorem" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Myhill-Nerode_Theorem"&gt;Myhill-Nerode Theorem&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Arun Netravali" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arun_Netravali"&gt;Arun Netravali&lt;/a&gt;, scientist, former President, &lt;a title="Bell Labs" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bell_Labs"&gt;Bell Labs&lt;/a&gt;, former CTO, &lt;a title="Lucent" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucent"&gt;Lucent&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="C. Kumar N. Patel" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C._Kumar_N._Patel"&gt;C. Kumar N. Patel&lt;/a&gt;, developed the carbon dioxide laser, used as a cutting tool in surgery and industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="C.K. Prahalad" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C.K._Prahalad"&gt;C.K. Prahalad&lt;/a&gt;, leading management guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Raghuram Rajan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raghuram_Rajan"&gt;Raghuram Rajan&lt;/a&gt;, IMF Chief Economist, inaugural winner of the Fischer Black Prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Raj Reddy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raj_Reddy"&gt;Raj Reddy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Turing Award" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turing_Award"&gt;Turing Award&lt;/a&gt; winner and founder of the Robotics Institute at &lt;a title="CMU" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CMU"&gt;CMU&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Amartya Sen" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amartya_Sen"&gt;Amartya Sen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="The Bank of Sweden Prize in Economic Sciences in Memory of Alfred Nobel" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bank_of_Sweden_Prize_in_Economic_Sciences_in_Memory_of_Alfred_Nobel"&gt;The Bank of Sweden Prize in Economic Sciences in Memory of Alfred Nobel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="1998" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1998"&gt;1998&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Madhu Sudan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madhu_Sudan"&gt;Madhu Sudan&lt;/a&gt;, computer science professor at &lt;a title="MIT" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MIT"&gt;MIT&lt;/a&gt;, winner Rolf &lt;a title="Nevanlinna Prize" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nevanlinna_Prize"&gt;Nevanlinna Prize&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="George Sudarshan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Sudarshan"&gt;George Sudarshan&lt;/a&gt;, physicist, author - first to propose the existence of &lt;a title="Tachyon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tachyon"&gt;Tachyon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Divakar Viswanath" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divakar_Viswanath"&gt;Divakar Viswanath&lt;/a&gt;, mathematician who discovered &lt;a title="Viswanath's constant" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viswanath%27s_constant"&gt;Viswanath's constant&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a title="Edit section: Arts &amp;amp; Entertainment" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=List_of_Indian_Americans&amp;action=edit&amp;amp;section=2"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="Arts_.26_Entertainment" name="Arts_.26_Entertainment"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arts &amp; Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Ravi Batra" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ravi_Batra"&gt;Ravi Batra&lt;/a&gt;, bestselling author and economist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Anand Bhatt" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anand_Bhatt"&gt;Anand Bhatt&lt;/a&gt;, musician and producer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Jay Chandrasekhar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jay_Chandrasekhar"&gt;Jay Chandrasekhar&lt;/a&gt;, actor, comedian, writer, and film director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Anita Desai" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anita_Desai"&gt;Anita Desai&lt;/a&gt;, author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Pratima Yarlagadda" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Pratima_Yarlagadda&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;Pratima Yarlagadda&lt;/a&gt; - Miss Indiana USA 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Daniel Nainan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daniel_Nainan"&gt;Daniel Nainan&lt;/a&gt; - stand-up comedian, known for his clean humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Engelbert Humperdinck (singer)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Engelbert_Humperdinck_%28singer%29"&gt;Engelbert Humperdinck&lt;/a&gt;, singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Zakir Hussain (musician)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zakir_Hussain_%28musician%29"&gt;Zakir Hussain&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Tabla" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tabla"&gt;tabla&lt;/a&gt; maestro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Kim Singh" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kim_Singh"&gt;Kim Singh&lt;/a&gt;, film and TV producer, fashion photographer, Stagecraft Films and Talent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Vijay Iyer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vijay_Iyer"&gt;Vijay Iyer&lt;/a&gt;, jazz musician and composer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Norah Jones" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norah_Jones"&gt;Norah Jones&lt;/a&gt;, singer, &lt;a title="Grammy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grammy"&gt;Grammy&lt;/a&gt; award winner 2003, half &lt;a title="India" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/India"&gt;Indian&lt;/a&gt;, daughter of &lt;a title="Ravi Shankar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ravi_Shankar"&gt;Ravi Shankar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Tony Kanal" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tony_Kanal"&gt;Tony Kanal&lt;/a&gt;, Bass player for &lt;a title="No Doubt" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/No_Doubt"&gt;No Doubt&lt;/a&gt;, two-time &lt;a title="Grammy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grammy"&gt;Grammy&lt;/a&gt; award winner, producer, songwriter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Padma Lakshmi" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Padma_Lakshmi"&gt;Padma Lakshmi&lt;/a&gt;, model, actress, and author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Zubin Mehta" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zubin_Mehta"&gt;Zubin Mehta&lt;/a&gt; - conductor, &lt;a title="New York Philharmonic Orchestra" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York_Philharmonic_Orchestra"&gt;New York Philharmonic Orchestra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Ismail Merchant" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ismail_Merchant"&gt;Ismail Merchant&lt;/a&gt; - film producer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Rhona Mitra" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhona_Mitra"&gt;Rhona Mitra&lt;/a&gt; - actress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Saira Mohan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saira_Mohan"&gt;Saira Mohan&lt;/a&gt; - model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Ajay Naidu" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ajay_Naidu"&gt;Ajay Naidu&lt;/a&gt;, actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Mira Nair" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mira_Nair"&gt;Mira Nair&lt;/a&gt;, filmmaker, won the Golden Camera award at the Cannes Film Festival and nominated for an Oscar for Salaam Bombay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Sunil Nayar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sunil_Nayar"&gt;Sunil Nayar&lt;/a&gt;, TV writer and producer, a Producer of &lt;a title="CSI: Miami" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CSI:_Miami"&gt;CSI: Miami&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Kal Penn" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kal_Penn"&gt;Kal Penn&lt;/a&gt;, actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Hillol Ray" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Hillol_Ray&amp;action=edit"&gt;Hillol Ray&lt;/a&gt;, Poet Laureate, Author, and Songwriter, wrote "Earth Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Sheetal Sheth" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheetal_Sheth"&gt;Sheetal Sheth&lt;/a&gt;, actress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Manick Sorcar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manick_Sorcar"&gt;Manick Sorcar&lt;/a&gt;, animator, artist, and producer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Kim Thayil" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kim_Thayil"&gt;Kim Thayil&lt;/a&gt;, guitarist for rock group &lt;a title="Soundgarden" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soundgarden"&gt;Soundgarden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Naren Shankar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naren_Shankar"&gt;Naren Shankar&lt;/a&gt;, TV writer, producer and director, an Executive Producer of &lt;a title="CSI: Crime Scene Investigation" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CSI:_Crime_Scene_Investigation"&gt;CSI: Crime Scene Investigation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="M. Night Shyamalan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M._Night_Shyamalan"&gt;M. Night Shyamalan&lt;/a&gt;, filmmaker, actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Babu Subramaniam" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Babu_Subramaniam"&gt;Babu Subramaniam&lt;/a&gt;, TV series Director and Assistant Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Anand Chandrasekaran" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anand_Chandrasekaran"&gt;Anand Chandrasekaran&lt;/a&gt;, independent film producer of the award-winning Carma and invitee at 2006 Sundance Producers Conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Kaavya Viswanathan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaavya_Viswanathan"&gt;Kaavya Viswanathan&lt;/a&gt;, teen-aged novelist, once famous for having a six-figure book deal and a Disney film, now notorious as a plagiarist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Navi Rawat" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Navi_Rawat"&gt;Navi Rawat&lt;/a&gt;, guest star on &lt;a title="The O.C." href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_O.C."&gt;The O.C.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Sameer Samuel Bhattacharya" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Sameer_Samuel_Bhattacharya&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;Sameer Samuel Bhattacharya&lt;/a&gt;, one of two guitarists in the Texas alternative rock band Flyleaf.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a title="Edit section: Business &amp; Industry" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=List_of_Indian_Americans&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;section=3"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="Business_.26_Industry" name="Business_.26_Industry"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business &amp;amp; Industry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Sabeer Bhatia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sabeer_Bhatia"&gt;Sabeer Bhatia&lt;/a&gt;, co-founder of &lt;a title="Hotmail" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hotmail"&gt;Hotmail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Kim Singh" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kim_Singh"&gt;Kim Singh&lt;/a&gt;, CEO PortaEnterprise, was awarded Entrepeuneur of the Year. Former senior executive at IBM, Ernst &amp; Young and Unisys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Amar Bose" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amar_Bose"&gt;Amar Bose&lt;/a&gt;, physicist and founder of &lt;a title="Bose Corporation" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bose_Corporation"&gt;Bose Corporation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Vinod Dham" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vinod_Dham"&gt;Vinod Dham&lt;/a&gt;, former microprocessor boss for &lt;a title="Intel" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intel"&gt;Intel&lt;/a&gt; and creator of the &lt;a title="Pentium" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pentium"&gt;Pentium&lt;/a&gt; processor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Rono Dutta" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rono_Dutta"&gt;Rono Dutta&lt;/a&gt;, former President, &lt;a title="United Airlines" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_Airlines"&gt;United Airlines&lt;/a&gt;; Chairman, &lt;a title="Air Sahara" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Air_Sahara"&gt;Air Sahara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Rakesh Gangwal" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Rakesh_Gangwal&amp;action=edit"&gt;Rakesh Gangwal&lt;/a&gt;, former CEO and Chairman, &lt;a title="US Airways Group" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/US_Airways_Group"&gt;US Airways Group&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Rajat Gupta" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rajat_Gupta"&gt;Rajat Gupta&lt;/a&gt;, former Managing Director, &lt;a title="McKinsey &amp;amp; Company" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McKinsey_%26_Company"&gt;McKinsey &amp; Company&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Rajiv Gupta" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rajiv_Gupta"&gt;Rajiv Gupta&lt;/a&gt;, a General Manager of &lt;a title="Hewlett Packard" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hewlett_Packard"&gt;Hewlett Packard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Ajit Jain" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ajit_Jain"&gt;Ajit Jain&lt;/a&gt;, head of National Indemnity, possible successor to &lt;a title="Warren Buffett" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warren_Buffett"&gt;Warren Buffett&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Sanjay Jejurikar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sanjay_Jejurikar"&gt;Sanjay Jejurikar&lt;/a&gt;, a Director of Windows division, &lt;a title="Microsoft" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microsoft"&gt;Microsoft&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Vinod Khosla" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vinod_Khosla"&gt;Vinod Khosla&lt;/a&gt;, general partner, venture capital firm &lt;a title="Kleiner Perkins Caufield &amp;amp; Byers" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kleiner_Perkins_Caufield_%26_Byers"&gt;Kleiner Perkins Caufield &amp; Byers&lt;/a&gt;; co-founder, &lt;a title="Sun Microsystems" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sun_Microsystems"&gt;Sun Microsystems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Hansraj C. Maru" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Hansraj_C._Maru&amp;action=edit"&gt;Hansraj C. Maru&lt;/a&gt;, former CTO of &lt;a class="new" title="FuelCell Energy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=FuelCell_Energy&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;FuelCell Energy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Indra Nooyi" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indra_Nooyi"&gt;Indra Nooyi&lt;/a&gt;, President and CFO of &lt;a title="PepsiCo" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/PepsiCo"&gt;PepsiCo&lt;/a&gt; and CEO to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Kanwal Rekhi" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kanwal_Rekhi"&gt;Kanwal Rekhi&lt;/a&gt;, businessman and engineer, Former EVP &amp; CTO of &lt;a title="Novell" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Novell"&gt;Novell&lt;/a&gt;, Venture capitalist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Suhas Patil" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suhas_Patil"&gt;Suhas Patil&lt;/a&gt;, founder, Cirrus Logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Sanjiv Sidhu" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sanjiv_Sidhu"&gt;Sanjiv Sidhu&lt;/a&gt;, founder and CEO of &lt;a title="I2 Technologies" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I2_Technologies"&gt;i2 Technologies&lt;/a&gt;, a B2B Supply Chain integrator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Pradeep Sindhu" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pradeep_Sindhu"&gt;Pradeep Sindhu&lt;/a&gt;, Co-founder and CTO of &lt;a title="Juniper Networks" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juniper_Networks"&gt;Juniper Networks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Rana Talwar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rana_Talwar"&gt;Rana Talwar&lt;/a&gt;, banker, former Group CEO of &lt;a title="Standard Chartered Bank" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Standard_Chartered_Bank"&gt;Standard Chartered Bank&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a title="Edit section: Literature &amp;amp; Media" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=List_of_Indian_Americans&amp;action=edit&amp;amp;section=4"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="Literature_.26_Media" name="Literature_.26_Media"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature &amp; Media&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Agha Shahid Ali" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agha_Shahid_Ali"&gt;Agha Shahid Ali&lt;/a&gt;, poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Sorbono Banerjee" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Sorbono_Banerjee&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;Sorbono Banerjee&lt;/a&gt; Anchor, local NBC news, Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chitra_Banerjee_Divakaruni"&gt;Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni&lt;/a&gt;, author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Deepak Chopra" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deepak_Chopra"&gt;Deepak Chopra&lt;/a&gt;, author and speaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Sumi Das" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sumi_Das"&gt;Sumi Das&lt;/a&gt;, CNN national correspondent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Dinesh D'Souza" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dinesh_D%27Souza"&gt;Dinesh D'Souza&lt;/a&gt;, author and conservative political commentator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Sanjay Gupta" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sanjay_Gupta"&gt;Sanjay Gupta&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="CNN" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CNN"&gt;CNN&lt;/a&gt; senior medical correspondent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Pico Iyer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pico_Iyer"&gt;Pico Iyer&lt;/a&gt;, author and journalist for Time Magazine, Harper's Magazine, Conde Nast Traveler, and The New York Review of Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Jhumpa Lahiri" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jhumpa_Lahiri"&gt;Jhumpa Lahiri&lt;/a&gt; - writer, Pulitzer Prize winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Kim Singh" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kim_Singh"&gt;Kim Singh&lt;/a&gt;, Editor Asia News &lt;a class="external free" title="http://saja.org/kimsingh.html" href="http://saja.org/kimsingh.html"&gt;http://saja.org/kimsingh.html&lt;/a&gt;, film and theater critic - ArtsDiva &lt;a class="external free" title="http://siliconvalleydebug.com/story/040606/Stories/mamasita.html" href="http://siliconvalleydebug.com/story/040606/Stories/mamasita.html"&gt;http://siliconvalleydebug.com/story/040606/Stories/mamasita.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Mish Michaels" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Mish_Michaels&amp;action=edit"&gt;Mish Michaels&lt;/a&gt; - meterologist, Weather Channel and local Boston CBS news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Dhan Gopal Mukerji" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dhan_Gopal_Mukerji"&gt;Dhan Gopal Mukerji&lt;/a&gt; - the first successful Indian &lt;a title="Man of letters" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Man_of_letters"&gt;man of letters&lt;/a&gt; in US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Bharati Mukherjee" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bharati_Mukherjee"&gt;Bharati Mukherjee&lt;/a&gt; - author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Aimee Nezhukumatathil" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aimee_Nezhukumatathil"&gt;Aimee Nezhukumatathil&lt;/a&gt; - poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Uma Pemmaraju" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uma_Pemmaraju"&gt;Uma Pemmaraju&lt;/a&gt;, Senior news anchor for &lt;a title="Fox News Channel" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fox_News_Channel"&gt;Fox News Channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Ramesh Ponnuru" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramesh_Ponnuru"&gt;Ramesh Ponnuru&lt;/a&gt;, senior editor of &lt;a title="National Review" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Review"&gt;National Review&lt;/a&gt; magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Vikram Seth" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vikram_Seth"&gt;Vikram Seth&lt;/a&gt;, poet and novelist. Also a travel writer, librettist, children's writer, biographer and memoirist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Shauna Singh Baldwin" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shauna_Singh_Baldwin"&gt;Shauna Singh Baldwin&lt;/a&gt;, novelist, won the Commonwealth Writers Prize for Best Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Ali Velshi" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ali_Velshi"&gt;Ali Velshi&lt;/a&gt;, business news anchor for &lt;a title="CNN" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CNN"&gt;CNN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Chitra Raghavan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Chitra_Raghavan&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;Chitra Raghavan&lt;/a&gt;, chief legal affairs correspondent for &lt;a title="U.S. News and World Report" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/U.S._News_and_World_Report"&gt;U.S. News and World Report&lt;/a&gt;, former &lt;a title="NPR" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NPR"&gt;NPR&lt;/a&gt; Correspondent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Snigdha Prakash" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Snigdha_Prakash&amp;action=edit"&gt;Snigdha Prakash&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="NPR" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NPR"&gt;NPR&lt;/a&gt; Correspondent &lt;a class="external free" title="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=" href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=2101041"&gt;http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=2101041&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Rajiv Chandrasekaran" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Rajiv_Chandrasekaran&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;Rajiv Chandrasekaran&lt;/a&gt;, assistant managing editor for continuous news, &lt;a title="The Washington Post" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Washington_Post"&gt;The Washington Post&lt;/a&gt;. He is also author of the forthcoming book "Imperial Life in the Emerald City" (Knopf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Sreenath Sreenivasan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sreenath_Sreenivasan"&gt;Sreenath Sreenivasan&lt;/a&gt;, Columbia University professor and ABC TV technology reporter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Fareed Zakaria" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fareed_Zakaria"&gt;Fareed Zakaria&lt;/a&gt;, editor of &lt;a title="Newsweek" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Newsweek"&gt;Newsweek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Bobby Mehta" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Bobby_Mehta&amp;action=edit"&gt;Bobby Mehta&lt;/a&gt;, CEO of &lt;a class="new" title="HSBC North America" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=HSBC_North_America&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;HSBC North America&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a title="Edit section: Politics" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=List_of_Indian_Americans&amp;action=edit&amp;amp;section=5"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="Politics" name="Politics"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Kumar P. Barve" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kumar_P._Barve"&gt;Kumar P. Barve&lt;/a&gt;, state legislator (Majority Leader, Maryland House of Delegates).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Upendra Chivukula" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Upendra_Chivukula"&gt;Upendra Chivukula&lt;/a&gt;, state legislator (New Jersey General Assembly); first Indian-American elected to the NJ legislature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Kamala Harris" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kamala_Harris"&gt;Kamala Harris&lt;/a&gt;, District Attorney of San Francisco; first Indian-American elected as a D.A. in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Bobby Jindal" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bobby_Jindal"&gt;Bobby Jindal&lt;/a&gt;, U.S. Congressman from Louisiana; former gubernatorial candidate; Republican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Raj Mukherji" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raj_Mukherji"&gt;Raj Mukherji&lt;/a&gt;, New Jersey lobbyist and businessman.&lt;br /&gt;Vij Pawar, New Jersey attorney and former congressional candidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Ramesh Ponnuru" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramesh_Ponnuru"&gt;Ramesh Ponnuru&lt;/a&gt;, senior editor for &lt;a title="National Review" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Review"&gt;National Review&lt;/a&gt; magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Dalip Singh Saund" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dalip_Singh_Saund"&gt;Dalip Singh Saund&lt;/a&gt;, first Indian-American congressman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Kim Singh" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kim_Singh"&gt;Kim Singh&lt;/a&gt;, Executive Director, Asian American Public Policy Institute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Shashi Tharoor" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shashi_Tharoor"&gt;Shashi Tharoor&lt;/a&gt;, Undersecretary General for Communications and Public Information for the United Nations. Candidate for UN general secretary post&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a title="Edit section: Scripps National Spelling Bee Champions" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=List_of_Indian_Americans&amp;action=edit&amp;amp;section=6"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="Scripps_National_Spelling_Bee_Champions" name="Scripps_National_Spelling_Bee_Champions"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripps National Spelling Bee Champions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Pratyush Buddiga" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pratyush_Buddiga"&gt;Pratyush Buddiga&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="2002" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2002"&gt;2002&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Anurag Kashyap" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anurag_Kashyap"&gt;Anurag Kashyap&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="2005" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2005"&gt;2005&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Nupur Lala" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nupur_Lala"&gt;Nupur Lala&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="1999" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1999"&gt;1999&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Balu Natarajan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balu_Natarajan"&gt;Balu Natarajan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="1985" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1985"&gt;1985&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Rageshree Ramachandran" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rageshree_Ramachandran"&gt;Rageshree Ramachandran&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="1988" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1988"&gt;1988&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a title="Edit section: Sports" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=List_of_Indian_Americans&amp;action=edit&amp;amp;section=7"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="Sports" name="Sports"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Mohini Bhardwaj" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mohini_Bhardwaj"&gt;Mohini Bhardwaj&lt;/a&gt;, first Indian American Olympic medalist, gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Brandon Chillar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brandon_Chillar"&gt;Brandon Chillar&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="NFL" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NFL"&gt;professional&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="American football" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_football"&gt;American football&lt;/a&gt; player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Vijay Singh" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vijay_Singh"&gt;Vijay Singh&lt;/a&gt;, golfer.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a title="Edit section: Others" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=List_of_Indian_Americans&amp;action=edit&amp;amp;section=8"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="Others" name="Others"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Kalpana Chawla" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kalpana_Chawla"&gt;Kalpana Chawla&lt;/a&gt;, NASA astronaut (perished in the 2003 Columbia disaster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Neal Katyal" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neal_Katyal"&gt;Neal Katyal&lt;/a&gt;, lawyer, Professor of Law at Georgetown University, lead counsel in the Supreme Court case Hamdan v. Rumsfeld on Guantanamo military actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Kavita Ramdas" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kavita_Ramdas"&gt;Kavita Ramdas&lt;/a&gt;, President and CEO of Global Fund for Women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Bhagat Singh Thind" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bhagat_Singh_Thind"&gt;Bhagat Singh Thind&lt;/a&gt;, civil rights figure, lecturer, author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Urvashi Vaid" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urvashi_Vaid"&gt;Urvashi Vaid&lt;/a&gt;, famous gay rights activist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Laxmi Poruri" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Laxmi_Poruri&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;Laxmi Poruri&lt;/a&gt;, first Indian-born female professional tennis player&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-115867481778313337?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115867481778313337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=115867481778313337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115867481778313337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115867481778313337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2006/09/famous-indian-american-personalities.html' title='Famous Indian-American personalities'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-115851444249147050</id><published>2006-09-17T23:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:10:47.916+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/1600/mother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/320/look.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/1600/watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/320/watch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/1600/habit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/320/habit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/1600/hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/320/hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/1600/rat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/320/rat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-115809571868922387?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115809571868922387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=115809571868922387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115809571868922387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115809571868922387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2006/09/pics-that-tell-something.html' title='Pics that tell something'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-115799524612905539</id><published>2006-09-11T22:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:59:53.350+05:30</updated><title type='text'>cast your life with these rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;ONE&lt;/font&gt;. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;TWO&lt;/font&gt;. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#00cccc"&gt;THREE&lt;/font&gt;. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;FOUR&lt;/font&gt;. ! When you say, "I love you," mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;FIVE&lt;/font&gt;. When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#003300"&gt;SIX&lt;/font&gt;. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;SEVEN&lt;/font&gt;. Believe in love at first! sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#996633"&gt;EIGHT&lt;/font&gt;. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams don't have much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#999900"&gt;NINE&lt;/font&gt;. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;TEN&lt;/font&gt;.. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;ELEVEN&lt;/font&gt;. Don't judge people by their relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#996633"&gt;TWELVE.&lt;/font&gt; Talk slowly but think quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#333333"&gt;THIRTEEN&lt;/font&gt;. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;FOURTEEN&lt;/font&gt;. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;SIXTEEN&lt;/font&gt;. When you lose, don't lose the lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/font&gt;. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and Responsibility for all your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;EIGHTEEN&lt;/font&gt;. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#330099"&gt;NINETEEN&lt;/font&gt;. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;TWENTY&lt;/font&gt;. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000066"&gt;TWENTY-ONE&lt;/font&gt;. Spend some time alone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="courier new"&gt;try atleast 5 rules,life will change&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-115799524612905539?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115799524612905539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=115799524612905539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115799524612905539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115799524612905539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2006/09/cast-your-life-with-these-rules.html' title='cast your life with these rules'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-115782748144326496</id><published>2006-09-10T00:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-10T00:39:56.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the answers(Funny)</title><content type='html'>Customer : Waiter, do you serve crabs?&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : Please sit down sir, we serve everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer : Waiter, is this a lamb chop or pork chop?&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : Can't you tell the difference by taste?&lt;br /&gt;Customer : No, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : Then does it really matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer : Waiter, there's a dead beetle in my soup.&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : Yes sir, they are not very good swimmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer : Waiter, there's a fly in my soup.&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : That's all right sir, he won't drink much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer : Waiter, there's a fly swimming in my soup.&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : So what do you expect me to do, call a lifeguard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer : Waiter, what's the meaning of this fly in my tea up?&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : I wouldn't know sir, I'm a waiter, not a fortune teller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer : Waiter, this soup tastes funny.&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : Funny? But then why aren't you laughing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Is this my train?&lt;br /&gt;Station Master : No, it belongs to the Railway Company.&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Don't try to be funny. I mean to ask if I can take&lt;br /&gt;This train to New Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;Station Master : No Madam, I'm afraid it's too heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Peter, why are you late for school again?&lt;br /&gt;Peter : Well, Miss, I dreamed that I was playing football and&lt;br /&gt;The game went into extra time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife : Do you want dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Husband : Sure, what are my choices?&lt;br /&gt;Wife : Yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drunkard was brought to court. Just before the trial there was a&lt;br /&gt;Commotion in the gallery.&lt;br /&gt;The judge pounded the gravel on his table and shouted, "Order, order."&lt;br /&gt;The drunkard immediately responded, "Thank you, your honor, I'll have&lt;br /&gt;A scotch and soda."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer : If I post this letter tonight, will it get to Delhi in&lt;br /&gt;Two days time?&lt;br /&gt;Post Master : Yes sir, it definitely will.&lt;br /&gt;Customer : I bet you, it won't.&lt;br /&gt;Post Master : Why not?&lt;br /&gt;Customer : It's addressed to Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An absent-minded man went to see a psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;'My trouble is,' he said, 'that I keep forgetting things.'&lt;br /&gt;'How long has this been going on?' asked the psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;'How long has what been going on?' said the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl : Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy : Yes Dear.&lt;br /&gt;Girl : Would you die for me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy : No, mine is undying love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st thief : Oh ! The police is here. Quick! Jump out of the window!&lt;br /&gt;2nd thief : But this is the 13th floor.&lt;br /&gt;1st thief : Hurry! This is no time for superstitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man : How old is your father?&lt;br /&gt;Boy : As old as me.&lt;br /&gt;Man : How can that be?&lt;br /&gt;Boy : He became a father only when I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Correct the sentence, "A bull and a cow is grazing in the&lt;br /&gt;Field"&lt;br /&gt;Student : A cow and a bull is grazing in the field&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : How?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Ladies first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : I've stewed liver, boiled tongue and frog's leg.&lt;br /&gt;Customer : Don't tell me your problems. Give the menu card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Susie came running into the house after school one day,&lt;br /&gt;Shouting, "Daddy! Daddy! I got a 100 in school today!"&lt;br /&gt;"That's great, Sweetheart," said her daddy.&lt;br /&gt;"Come in to the living room and tell me about it."&lt;br /&gt;"Well," began the confession, "I got 50 in spelling, 30 in math's and&lt;br /&gt;20 in science."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-115782748144326496?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115782748144326496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=115782748144326496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115782748144326496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115782748144326496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2006/09/enjoy-answersfunny.html' title='Enjoy the answers(Funny)'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-115756976917693709</id><published>2006-09-07T00:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:39:29.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A touching story</title><content type='html'>A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year-old son waiting for him at the door..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Son: "Daddy, may I ask you a question"&lt;br /&gt;       Daddy: "Yeah sure, what it is?"&lt;br /&gt;        Son: "Dad, how much do you make an hour"&lt;br /&gt;        Daddy: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?"&lt;br /&gt;         Son:  "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"&lt;br /&gt;           Daddy: "I make Rs. 500 an hour""Oh", the little boy replied, with his head down.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;                     Looking up, he said, "Dad, may I please borrow Rs. 300?"The father was furious,"if the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some moneyto buy a silly toy or other nonsense, then march yourself to your room and go to bed.Think why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior"The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions.How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down,and started to think:"May be there was something he really needed to buy with that&lt;br /&gt;Rs. 300 and he really didn't ask for money very often!"&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                             The man went to the door of little boy's room and opened the door."Are you asleep, son?" He asked."No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy."I've been thinking, may be I was too hard on you earlier", said the man,"It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you.Here's the Rs.300 you asked for"The little boy sat straight up, smiling "oh thank you dad!" He yelled.Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled some crippled up notes.The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his father."Why do you want money if you already had some?" the father grumbled.&lt;br /&gt;"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied."Daddy I have Rs. 500 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-115756976917693709?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115756976917693709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=115756976917693709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115756976917693709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115756976917693709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2006/09/touching-story.html' title='A touching story'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-115736875895458430</id><published>2006-09-04T16:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:49:18.956+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Laugh time</title><content type='html'>Salesman of Coca Cola&lt;br /&gt;A disappointed salesman of Coca Cola returns from his Middle Eastassignment.A friend asked, “Why weren’t you successful with the Arabs?”&lt;br /&gt;  The salesman explained, "When I got posted in the Middle East, I wasvery confident that I will make good sales pitch as Cola is virtuallyunknown there.&lt;br /&gt;But, I had a problem I didn't know to speak Arabic. So,I planned to convey the message through 3 posters...&lt;br /&gt;First poster, a man crawling through the hot desert sand... totallyexhausted and fainting. Second, the man is drinking our Cola and&lt;br /&gt;Third,our man is now totally refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;Then these posters were pasted all overthe place""That should have worked," said the friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesman replied, "Well, not only did I not speak Arabic, I also didn't realize that Arabs read from right to left..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-115736875895458430?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115736875895458430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=115736875895458430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115736875895458430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115736875895458430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2006/09/laugh-time.html' title='Laugh time'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-115736825709419847</id><published>2006-09-04T16:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-05T03:45:48.906+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/1600/bty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/200/bty1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure is not fatal.Failure should be our teacher, nor our undertaker.It should challenge us to new heights of accomplishments,not pull us to new depths of despair.From honest failure can come valuable experience. ~William Arthur Ward~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorioustriumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to take rankwith those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much,because they live in the gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.~&lt;br /&gt;Theodore Roosevelt~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall seven times, stand up eight. ~Japanese proverb~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-115736825709419847?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115736825709419847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=115736825709419847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115736825709419847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115736825709419847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2006/09/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-115736612705513034</id><published>2006-09-04T16:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-05T03:35:31.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>friends forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/1600/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/200/cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its friendship.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person calls u by a stupid name and never by ur own name.....&lt;br /&gt;When they always get angry,&lt;br /&gt;whenever u tell them that u r busy and cant reply...&lt;br /&gt;When they tell u everything about themselves even if its embarrassing...&lt;br /&gt;When they come to c u, whenever they get a chance....&lt;br /&gt;When u argue with each other on stupid things and then end up laughing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate ur friends......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-115736612705513034?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115736612705513034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=115736612705513034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115736612705513034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115736612705513034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2006/09/friends-forever.html' title='friends forever'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-115727738043020964</id><published>2006-09-03T15:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-03T15:31:51.973+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Misteak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/1600/bty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/200/bty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I made a mistake.Mistakes happen. Not only do they happen, they are guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the only way you won't make mistakes isif you don't do anything, and that itself is a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many are afraid to try something new because they feel theymight make an error. They are both right and wrong. Yes, theywill probably make errors but it is good to understand that errors go with the territory.You will never accomplish great or worthwhile things withoutrisk and risk generally means great mistake potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are probably reading this by light bulbs invented by ThomasEdison. He made over a thousand light bulbs that didn't work.The world would have called them mistakes. He said he learned athousand ways not to make a light bulb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way to avoid mistakes is experience.The way to get experience – Mistakes.Don't feel bad because you messed up with something.Don't be afraid to venture out into a good thing because you are afraid that you might mess up.&lt;br /&gt;   While one person hesitates because he feels inferior, another is busy making mistakes and becoming superior............Henry C. Link&lt;br /&gt;An expert is a man who has made all the mistakes which can be made, in a narrow field.....Niels Bohr (1885-1962).&lt;br /&gt;We have to keep trying things we're not sure we can pull off. Ifwe just do the things we know we can do... you don't grow as much. You gotta take those chances on making those big mistakes.Cybill Shepherd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally in this computer world on misteaks…&lt;br /&gt;Dew knot trussed yore spell chequer two fined awl yore mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............Brendan Hills&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-115727738043020964?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115727738043020964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=115727738043020964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115727738043020964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115727738043020964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2006/09/misteak.html' title='A Misteak'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-115724067970455838</id><published>2006-09-03T05:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-03T15:01:06.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A cute story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/1600/cute%20one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/320/cute%20one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, "Don't you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They're all for you, Daddy."The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-115724067970455838?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115724067970455838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=115724067970455838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115724067970455838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115724067970455838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2006/09/cute-story.html' title='A cute story'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33770904.post-115723940885021107</id><published>2006-09-03T04:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-03T15:04:16.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Untiring love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/1600/loving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/3712/320/loving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story that happened in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;In order to renovate the house, someone in Japan tore open the wall. Japanese houses normally have a hollow space between the wooden walls. When tearing down the walls, he found that there was a lizard stuck there because a nail from outside was hammered into one of its feet. He saw this, felt pity, and at the same time he was curious. When he checked the nail, turns out, it was nailed 10 years ago when the house was first built.&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;The lizard had survived in such a position for 10 years! In a dark wall partition for 10 years without moving, it is impossible and mind boggling. Then he wondered how this lizard survived for 10 years without moving a single step--since its foot was nailed!&lt;br /&gt;So he stopped his work and observed the lizard, what it had been doing, and what and how it has been eating. Later, not knowing from where it came, appeared another lizard, with food in its mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! He was stunned and at the same time, touched deeply. Another lizard had been feeding the stuck one for the past 10 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such love, such a beautiful love! Such love happened with this tiny creature...&lt;br /&gt;What can love do?&lt;br /&gt;It can do wonders!&lt;br /&gt;Love can do miracles!&lt;br /&gt;Just think about it; one lizard had been feeding the other one untiringly for 10 long years, without giving up hope on its partner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33770904-115723940885021107?l=castinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115723940885021107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33770904&amp;postID=115723940885021107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115723940885021107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33770904/posts/default/115723940885021107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castinglife.blogspot.com/2006/09/untiring-love.html' title='Untiring love'/><author><name>bupinder singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332801622108154204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAk7tqAWgJM/ShOD1RVXGPI/AAAAAAAABRk/DrdnW2-one4/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
