<?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-5779896619178646991</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:37:19.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By Vish -  Short stories written by Vishesh Agarwal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vishesh Agarwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10715244403255575817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NvqRS6fxqI/TZgPcfahOfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/auaiEvmrTRQ/s220/vish.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779896619178646991.post-4375545920790815326</id><published>2011-04-02T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T22:59:02.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>India The champions of ICC World Cup 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Hey&amp;nbsp; Friends !!! As an Cricket lover all time. I can't stop myself to blog this photo. Just woke in morning and saw a lots of smile on the faces of every Indian everywhere. An historic win after 28 years, thanks to Dhoni, Gambhir, Sachin, Shewag and all other team members who made us proud !!! The crowd was packed by actors, politicians, industrialists and with a large mass of civilians. The dream come true, miracle , history repeated again !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So no words for today, no short story . Nothing. Just in mood to party !!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fMXL3j-yhGk/TZd_fcovqoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5SdMlbDt1Go/s640/Team_India_World_cup_2011_Champions_photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fMXL3j-yhGk/TZd_fcovqoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5SdMlbDt1Go/s640/Team_India_World_cup_2011_Champions_photo.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ICC World Cup Champions 2011 - India&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5779896619178646991-4375545920790815326?l=byvish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/feeds/4375545920790815326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/04/india-champions-of-icc-world-cup-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/4375545920790815326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/4375545920790815326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/04/india-champions-of-icc-world-cup-2011.html' title='India The champions of ICC World Cup 2011'/><author><name>Vishesh Agarwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10715244403255575817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NvqRS6fxqI/TZgPcfahOfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/auaiEvmrTRQ/s220/vish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fMXL3j-yhGk/TZd_fcovqoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5SdMlbDt1Go/s72-c/Team_India_World_cup_2011_Champions_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779896619178646991.post-4169765334174636396</id><published>2011-01-31T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T02:23:58.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nobel Prize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/6e/AlfredNobel_adjusted.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/6e/AlfredNobel_adjusted.jpg" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alfred Nobel&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It was the beautiful morning, at Oslo. Norway. A man&amp;nbsp; was enjoying his hot latte, and daily newspaper, he was Sir Alfred Nobel the founder of Dynamite, an explosive product which revolutionized the 20th century. He got the brilliant idea, he published his own death news&amp;nbsp; on the newspaper , to know how people will react after he get dies, for his inventions and contribution to modern science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next morning, he got shocked when he read &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;" The Doctor of Death&amp;nbsp; got died,&lt;br /&gt;thank you o ! almighty "&lt;br /&gt;Alfred got upset, now he was aware his beautiful invention of dynamite was more destructive and lethal rather than constructive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he thought, about his foundation " The Nobel Foundation " which will reward and encourage the scientists and inventors.&amp;nbsp; Thus, Nobel prize came into existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.realbollywood.com/news/up_images/physics-nobel-prize3276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://www.realbollywood.com/news/up_images/physics-nobel-prize3276.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobel Prize Medal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Every year, The Nobel Foundation rewards 10 Million dollars as an fellowship to the deserved candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some famous Nobel laureates are:&lt;br /&gt;Madme Curie&amp;amp; Pierce Curie for the invention of Radium.&lt;br /&gt;Mother Teresa for peace from india.&lt;br /&gt;Liu Xeong from china awarded&amp;nbsp; Nobel prize for peace from china.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit :&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.nobelprize.org/" target="new"&gt;www.nobelprize.org&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp; for further details. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5779896619178646991-4169765334174636396?l=byvish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/feeds/4169765334174636396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/01/nobel-prize.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/4169765334174636396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/4169765334174636396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/01/nobel-prize.html' title='The Nobel Prize'/><author><name>Vishesh Agarwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10715244403255575817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NvqRS6fxqI/TZgPcfahOfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/auaiEvmrTRQ/s220/vish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779896619178646991.post-2300213510020436369</id><published>2011-01-06T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T02:59:57.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord Bhudda's Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thailandamulets.com/images/html/buddha7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.thailandamulets.com/images/html/buddha7.jpg" width="152" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey Friends &amp;amp; Readers,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very happy and warm welcome to 2011, today i share one more untold story. Please read and give me your feedback !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Lord Buddha was migrating with his disciple for wide spreading his preachings of Peace and Dharma.&lt;br /&gt;It was raining hard, and flood occurred in River Kosi situated at North Bihar. Lord Buddha and Disciple had to cross that flooded river kosi, but suddenly Lord Buddha saw a lady weeping at banks of river.&lt;br /&gt;Buddha went near to her, she said " O, Sir I want to cross river and meet my child living " .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to lord Buddha principles he was not allowed to touch any woman's skin , but still he held her on his shoulders and quietly crossed over the river along with his disciple. Lady thanked Buddha, and went to different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after this incident, Disciple and Lord Buddha was walking towards a cottage.&lt;br /&gt;Disciple asked Lord," O, Almighty according to our rules &amp;amp; regulations we are not allowed to touch any woman as said by you. But still you touched that woman's feet. Sir, I'm sorry to say you had corrupted your religion and thoughts ! "&lt;br /&gt;Lord Buddha replied " Son, i had forgot that mistake that time only when i left that lady nearby river, but you on the whole way was keeping this thing in your head ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disciple got the moral , what Lord Buddha wanted to express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral&lt;/b&gt; :&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Some mistakes are made for welfare,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One should not take them for life long,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A positive beginning is always been appreciated. !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this ending note I'm sure that you will forget all the mistakes and faults you committed in 2010, and will began your life with new aspects &amp;amp; ambitions in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanking you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yours loving,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vishesh "Vish" Agarwal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5779896619178646991-2300213510020436369?l=byvish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/feeds/2300213510020436369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/01/lord-bhuddas-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/2300213510020436369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/2300213510020436369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/01/lord-bhuddas-tale.html' title='Lord Bhudda&apos;s Tale'/><author><name>Vishesh Agarwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10715244403255575817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NvqRS6fxqI/TZgPcfahOfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/auaiEvmrTRQ/s220/vish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779896619178646991.post-3377208292142434131</id><published>2011-01-01T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T02:49:43.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;To My Readers and Friends,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;A very Happy New Year, today i will not share any words, but i hope this picture will give a cherish new year feel !!!&lt;b&gt; Welcome 2011.... Bueno Anno ...!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3212/3153363915_24574a0b15_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3212/3153363915_24574a0b15_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5779896619178646991-3377208292142434131?l=byvish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/feeds/3377208292142434131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/3377208292142434131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/3377208292142434131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Vishesh Agarwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10715244403255575817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NvqRS6fxqI/TZgPcfahOfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/auaiEvmrTRQ/s220/vish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779896619178646991.post-376987234112740106</id><published>2010-12-25T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T02:48:01.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Magic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.turnbacktogod.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Malayalam-Christian-Devotional-Songs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.turnbacktogod.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Malayalam-Christian-Devotional-Songs.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey Friends,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tried myself to present you a good reading material , and on this very beautiful day of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I would love to share this touching&amp;nbsp; and true untold story of Andrew and Martha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew , a statesman from Birmingham,England. was very sad today, 6 months have been passed but no signs of recovery in her wife, Martha. He was frustrated and complaining god about his pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew yells, " &lt;b&gt;Oh, Christ what have you done to her. She is so kind and always worship you. But, you&lt;/b&gt; !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He prepared himself to go hospital again. Andrew and Martha doesn't had any child, they were hopeful. But god didn't wanted to give them happiness. And now, Martha was suffering from severe tumorous cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;At Hospital . Date 22nd December.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha , "&lt;b&gt; O, My love i feel so sorry for you&lt;/b&gt; !"&lt;br /&gt;Andrew," &lt;b&gt;You shouldn't be , I had always loved you , you know ..still&lt;/b&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;Martha, " &lt;b&gt;But i never given you a single moment of love&lt;/b&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;Andrew ",&lt;b&gt; let me check.. with doctor now&lt;/b&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew leaves weeping , cause` he was aware Martha got only few days left for living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But , where there is pain there is sign of god, no one can deny.&lt;br /&gt;Every day Andrew comes to hospital and he used to read some thoughts written on the walls of church and&amp;nbsp; he used to gain strength for facing his hardships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 23rd December , he read." &lt;b&gt;Where there is will there is a way ! &lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when he visited Martha he was calm. Doctor said she can be cured by a major surgery, but it may have half chances of survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 24th December , Martha was supposed to be brought to Operation Theatre for her Tumorous Surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew was walking&amp;nbsp; nervous nearby that church wall today , and&amp;nbsp; he prayed&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;b&gt;O, almighty please give a sign ! a ray of hope &lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he read was ", &lt;b&gt;Oh , children you don't need to be worry, i am always with you !&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew became confident. And&amp;nbsp; rest is history.Christmas Magic worked again. On 24th December Christmas's Eve Martha's surgery accomplished successfully, now she living very happy with her husband Andrew and child ( which they adopted later )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Message :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thy , lord always with you !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in your hardships and your happiness.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amen ! Merry Christmas ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Christmas Magic Song - from Santa Buddies. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/s6Dqr9VwsLk/0.jpg" height="266" style="clear: left; float: left;" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s6Dqr9VwsLk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="420" height="276" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s6Dqr9VwsLk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/5779896619178646991-376987234112740106?l=byvish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/feeds/376987234112740106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-magic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/376987234112740106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/376987234112740106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-magic.html' title='The Christmas Magic.'/><author><name>Vishesh Agarwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10715244403255575817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NvqRS6fxqI/TZgPcfahOfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/auaiEvmrTRQ/s220/vish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779896619178646991.post-2908661430852498945</id><published>2010-12-22T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T02:44:14.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Belle Dame Sans Merci, 1819 (Original )</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Original Version of La Belle Dame Sans Merci, 1819&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,&lt;br /&gt;Alone and palely loitering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.illusionsgallery.com/LaBelleDame-Rheam-L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.illusionsgallery.com/LaBelleDame-Rheam-L.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;La Bella ( The Beautiful )&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sedge has withered from the lake,&lt;br /&gt;And no birds sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,&lt;br /&gt;So haggard and so woe-begone?&lt;br /&gt;The squirrel's granary is full,&lt;br /&gt;And the harvest's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a lily on thy brow,&lt;br /&gt;With anguish moist and fever-dew,&lt;br /&gt;And on thy cheeks a fading rose&lt;br /&gt;Fast withereth too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a lady in the meads,&lt;br /&gt;Full beautiful - a faery's child,&lt;br /&gt;Her hair was long, her foot was light,&lt;br /&gt;And her eyes were wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a garland for her head,&lt;br /&gt;And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me as she did love,&lt;br /&gt;And made sweet moan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set her on my pacing steed,&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else saw all day long,&lt;br /&gt;For sidelong would she bend, and sing&lt;br /&gt;A faery's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found me roots of relish sweet,&lt;br /&gt;And honey wild, and manna-dew,&lt;br /&gt;And sure in language strange she said -&lt;br /&gt;'I love thee true'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took me to her elfin grot,&lt;br /&gt;And there she wept and sighed full sore,&lt;br /&gt;And there I shut her wild wild eyes&lt;br /&gt;With kisses four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there she lulled me asleep&lt;br /&gt;And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide! -&lt;br /&gt;The latest dream I ever dreamt&lt;br /&gt;On the cold hill side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw pale kings and princes too,&lt;br /&gt;Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;&lt;br /&gt;They cried - 'La Belle Dame sans Merci&lt;br /&gt;Hath thee in thrall!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw their starved lips in the gloam,&lt;br /&gt;With horrid warning gaped wide,&lt;br /&gt;And I awoke and found me here,&lt;br /&gt;On the cold hill's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is why I sojourn here&lt;br /&gt;Alone and palely loitering,&lt;br /&gt;Though the sedge is withered from the lake,&lt;br /&gt;And no birds sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Jhon Keats.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Footnote :-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Belle Dame Sans Merci (The Beautiful Lady Without Mercy/Pity) was dashed off, then, and largely dismissed by Keats himself.&amp;nbsp; It was first published in the Indicator on 10 May 1820 and has since become one of his most celebrated poems.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two versions of this very famous ballad.&amp;nbsp; The first version is from the original manuscript and the second version is its first published form.&amp;nbsp; The first is generally considered the best; it was altered upon publication.&amp;nbsp; We do not know who did the alteration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original version is found in a letter to Keats's brother, George, and dated Weds 21 April 1819.&amp;nbsp; Keats typically wrote a running commentary to George and his wife Georgiana in America, then loosely grouped the pages together as one long letter.&amp;nbsp; The letter which contains La Belle spans almost three months, from 14 February to 3 May 1819.&amp;nbsp; It also contains other famous poems, including 'Why did I laugh tonight?' which ends, prophetically enough, 'Verse, fame and Beauty are intense indeed / But Death intenser - Death is Life's high mead.'&amp;nbsp; Also included are 'To Sleep' and 'On Fame.'&amp;nbsp; The letter ends with the beautiful Ode to Psyche, of which Keats wrote: 'The following Poem - the last I have written is the first and the only one with which I have taken even moderate pains - I have for the most part dash'd of my lines in a hurry - '&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5779896619178646991-2908661430852498945?l=byvish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/feeds/2908661430852498945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2010/12/la-belle-dame-sans-merci-1819-original.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/2908661430852498945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/2908661430852498945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2010/12/la-belle-dame-sans-merci-1819-original.html' title='La Belle Dame Sans Merci, 1819 (Original )'/><author><name>Vishesh Agarwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10715244403255575817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NvqRS6fxqI/TZgPcfahOfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/auaiEvmrTRQ/s220/vish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779896619178646991.post-8741591857371048953</id><published>2010-12-21T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T02:47:00.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infamous Football World Cup Stories -1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TQmmzgMUg9I/AAAAAAAAA7o/mZK2_IuRtqE/s1600/150px-Uruguay_1930_Worl_Cup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TQmmzgMUg9I/AAAAAAAAA7o/mZK2_IuRtqE/s200/150px-Uruguay_1930_Worl_Cup.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;1930 FIFA World Cup official Poster &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The first Fifa World Cup 1930 was won and hosted by Uruguay &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Final Match was played between Uruguay Vs Argentina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of a dispute, a different ball was used in each half, one chosen&amp;nbsp; by each team. Argentina's ball (top) was used for the first half, and&amp;nbsp; Uruguay's ball (bottom) was used for the second half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Result :&amp;nbsp; Uruguay 4 - Argentina 2&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in 1934 Fifa World Cup was hosted by Italy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 teams were pruposed to participate out of which 16 declined which includes, the defending champions&lt;br /&gt;Urugauy, Chile, Peru etc.&lt;br /&gt;Urugauy didn't participated because various European teams refused to play in 1930 world cup when Urugauy was the Host nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TQmm1R8cs1I/AAAAAAAAA7s/I5AI2CndlPk/s1600/150px-WorldCup1934poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TQmm1R8cs1I/AAAAAAAAA7s/I5AI2CndlPk/s1600/150px-WorldCup1934poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;1934 FIFA World Cup official logo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Italy still needed to qualify for the matches , for the first time in the football world cup history the automatic qualification criteria for the host nation was refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By huge efforts Team Italy on their home soils managed to enter into finals against Czechslovakia,&amp;nbsp; and won it by 2-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Result :&amp;nbsp; Italy 2 - Czechslovakia 1 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is believed that soon after the final match, Team Italy received an confidential letter sent by&amp;nbsp; Mussolini stated as "&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;DO&amp;nbsp; OR DIE&lt;/b&gt; " .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bentino Mussolini the Dictator of Italia` used to think, he can spread fascim approach in the world by the help of football.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be continued...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5779896619178646991-8741591857371048953?l=byvish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/feeds/8741591857371048953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/01/infamous-football-world-cup-stories-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/8741591857371048953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/8741591857371048953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/01/infamous-football-world-cup-stories-1.html' title='Infamous Football World Cup Stories -1'/><author><name>Vishesh Agarwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10715244403255575817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NvqRS6fxqI/TZgPcfahOfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/auaiEvmrTRQ/s220/vish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TQmmzgMUg9I/AAAAAAAAA7o/mZK2_IuRtqE/s72-c/150px-Uruguay_1930_Worl_Cup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779896619178646991.post-3185675093125583462</id><published>2010-12-16T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T02:42:17.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hachiko - The loyal symbol of Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/6b/Hachiko.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/6b/Hachiko.JPG" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In 1924, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hidesabur%C5%8D_Ueno" title="Hidesaburo Ueno"&gt;Hidesaburo Ueno&lt;/a&gt;, a professor in the agriculture department at the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/University_of_Tokyo" title="University of Tokyo"&gt;University of Tokyo&lt;/a&gt; took in Hachiko as a pet. During his owner's life Hachiko greeted him at the end of the day at the nearby &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shibuya_Station" title="Shibuya Station"&gt;Shibuya Station&lt;/a&gt;. The pair continued their daily routine until May 1925, when Professor Ueno did not return. The professor had suffered from a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cerebral_hemorrhage" title="Cerebral hemorrhage"&gt;cerebral hemorrhage&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; and died, never returning to the train station where Hachiko was&amp;nbsp; waiting. Every day for the next nine years the golden brown Akita waited&amp;nbsp; at Shibuya station.&lt;br /&gt;Hachiko was given away after his master's death, but he routinely&amp;nbsp; escaped, returning again and again to his old home. Eventually, Hachiko&amp;nbsp; apparently realized that Professor Ueno no longer lived at the house. So&amp;nbsp; he went to look for his master at the train station where he had&amp;nbsp; accompanied him so many times before. Each day, Hachiko waited for the&amp;nbsp; return of his owner.&lt;br /&gt;The permanent fixture at the train station that was Hachiko attracted&amp;nbsp; the attention of other commuters. Many of the people who frequented the&amp;nbsp; Shibuya train station had seen Hachiko and Professor Ueno together each&amp;nbsp; day. They brought Hachiko treats and food to nourish him during his&amp;nbsp; wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor died due to severe heart attack, but still Hachiko continued appearing for nine years precisely when the train was due at the station every evening as if waiting for his died Master , the professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further details follow the link :&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Movie Based on :&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://hachiko-dog-story-movie-trailer.blogspot.com/" target="new"&gt;Hachiko A Dog's Story&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring Richard Gerre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5779896619178646991-3185675093125583462?l=byvish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/feeds/3185675093125583462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/01/hachiko-loyal-symbol-of-japan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/3185675093125583462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/3185675093125583462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/01/hachiko-loyal-symbol-of-japan.html' title='Hachiko - The loyal symbol of Japan'/><author><name>Vishesh Agarwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10715244403255575817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NvqRS6fxqI/TZgPcfahOfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/auaiEvmrTRQ/s220/vish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779896619178646991.post-2660045262293353688</id><published>2010-12-06T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T02:39:21.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick Vujicic 's Inspirational Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TO_ORXxXZ1I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/w1-Re6DlYCQ/s1600/041vq26m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TO_ORXxXZ1I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/w1-Re6DlYCQ/s320/041vq26m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Got Inspired by this Personality from Australia, now writing about it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please read and follow his website and videos.. Meet Mr Nick Vujicic..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No Arms, No legs, No worries...his life's motto..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://attitudeisaltitude.com/store-nicksstory.php" target="new"&gt;ABOUT NICK VUJICIC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imagine being born without arms. No arms to wrap around someone, no hands to experience touch, or to hold another hand with. Or what about being born without legs? Having no ability to dance, walk, run, or even stand on two feet. Now put both of those scenarios together: no arms and no legs. What would you do? How would that effect your everyday life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meet &lt;a href="http://attitudeisaltitude.com/aboutus-nick.php" target="new"&gt;Nick Vujicic&lt;/a&gt;... Born in 1982 in Melbourne, Australia, without any medical explanation or warning, Nicholas Vujicic (pronounced Voy-a-chich) came into the world with neither arms or legs. Having had an uneventful pregnancy and no family history to expect this condition, imagine the shock his parents felt when they saw their first born, brand new baby boy, only to find he was what the world would consider... &lt;a href="http://attitudeisaltitude.com/aboutus-nick.php" target="new"&gt;click here to see full story.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;See this Video :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8ZuKF3dxCY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/H8ZuKF3dxCY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5779896619178646991-2660045262293353688?l=byvish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/feeds/2660045262293353688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2010/12/got-inspired-by-this-personality-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/2660045262293353688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/2660045262293353688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2010/12/got-inspired-by-this-personality-from.html' title='Nick Vujicic &apos;s Inspirational Story'/><author><name>Vishesh Agarwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10715244403255575817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NvqRS6fxqI/TZgPcfahOfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/auaiEvmrTRQ/s220/vish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TO_ORXxXZ1I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/w1-Re6DlYCQ/s72-c/041vq26m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779896619178646991.post-4251644747741978516</id><published>2010-11-08T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T02:37:24.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Discovered America in Reality ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="168" src="http://www.scientificamerican.com/media/inline/7F255EE2-BB49-C661-9ED9BD371F0CF14D_1.jpg" style="float: right;" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey Friends,&lt;br /&gt;Today Happens to be my Birthday. I'm 23 year old now, and on this special day of mine i share this interesting story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may think, America was discovered by Sir Christopher Columbus, in 1492 A.D. but the truth is different.&lt;br /&gt;Please read the true story who discovered America&amp;nbsp; in&amp;nbsp; reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Columbus used to believe that if earth is round as stated by Copernicus Theory&lt;br /&gt;( Proposed by Copernicus ) then, if he sails from Western European Coast then should reach to Eastern Indian Subcontinents. Hence, on 3 August 1492, Columbus departed from Palos de la Frontera , a port situated at Spain with a fleet containing of three ships namely Pinta , Nina and Santa Maria` , he faced a life threating sea strom at Bermuda Triangle which led him to unknown islands.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Columbus thought , according to his calculations he should have reached Indian Subcontinent , he saw tribal people living on those islands, then he was confirmed that he had reached on a island which is situated nearby India, so he named all those group of islands as Indies. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After this successful discovery, he reached back to Spain again. A huge welcome honor for Columbus, The king of Spain titled him with knighthood " Sir Christopher Columbus " for the discovery of Indian sea&amp;nbsp; route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Annin-Nyl-Glo-Outdoor-United-States/dp/B000CM6ZTG?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=byvi-20&amp;amp;link_code=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Annin Nyl-Glo Outdoor United States Flag - 3' x 5'" src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;Format=_SL160_&amp;amp;ASIN=B000CM6ZTG&amp;amp;tag=byvi-20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Columbus sailed to those Islands, which he named Indies several times in upcoming years between 1492 to 1498.&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=byvi-20&amp;amp;l=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B000CM6ZTG" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In 1492 , another Explorer from Spain , Sir Amerigo Vespucci sailed towards those Indies islands discovered by Columbus,then&amp;nbsp; he corrected that Columbus has not discovered India, in fact a super large continent residing between India and Europe, Amerigo discovered Brazil and many countries on that brand new continent land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.earlyamerica.com/earlyamerica/bookmarks/americas_name/amerigo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="171" src="http://www.earlyamerica.com/earlyamerica/bookmarks/americas_name/amerigo.jpg" width="152" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This big continent was named as " America "in the honor of Amerigo Vespucci ( is derived from the First name of Amerigo Vespucci ), ironically still the credit is being given to&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Columbus for this revolutionary discovery of America.&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1502, Columbus was convinced that he discovered America accidentally , instead of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5779896619178646991-4251644747741978516?l=byvish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/feeds/4251644747741978516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/01/who-discovered-america-in-reality.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/4251644747741978516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/4251644747741978516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/01/who-discovered-america-in-reality.html' title='Who Discovered America in Reality ???'/><author><name>Vishesh Agarwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10715244403255575817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NvqRS6fxqI/TZgPcfahOfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/auaiEvmrTRQ/s220/vish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779896619178646991.post-8500567726364909037</id><published>2010-10-26T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T02:34:38.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew William Carnegie , The steel king of 20th Century.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Andrew William Carnegie was born on 25th November 1835 at Dumfermline, Scotland ( UK ) in a poor family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Andrew Carnegie" height="187" src="http://i2.cdn.turner.com/money/galleries/2008/pf/0807/gallery.smartest_advice.moneymag/images/andrew_carnegie.gi.jpg" style="float: right;" width="150" /&gt;His father's profession was weaving clothes in a Handloom Factory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When Andrew was young, he used to go at sea coast, there he dream about his bright future and luxorious life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;in United States of America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;His first job at age 13 in 1848 was as a bobbin boy, changing spools of thread in a cotton mill twelve hours a day, six days a week. His wages was $2.00 per week, then after Scotland faced starvation and drought, William Carnegie father of Andrew decided to move with his family to Pennsylvania in the United States for better living prospectus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;William Carnegie, started off working in a cotton mill and Andrew's mother, Margaret Morrison Carnegie, earned money by binding shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then in 1850, Carnegie became a telegraph messenger boy in the Pittsburgh Office of the Ohio Telegraph Company at 2.50$ per week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Starting in 1853, Thomas Scott of the Pennsylvania Rail Road Company employed Carnegie as a secretary/telegraph operator at a salary of $4.00 per week. At age eighteen, the youth began a rapid advancement through the company, becoming the superintendent of the Pittsburgh Division. His employment by the Pennsylvania Railroad Company would be vital to his later success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;At Rail Road Company he handled a project of Railway Sleeping Cars, and steel was used for the first time in creating those sleeping cars, an idea purposed by Carnegie himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Later on, he invested money in Oil industry and then at the late 1880's he thought Steel as the growing product and started a small steel unit. Then he founded a steel empire named, Carnegie Steel Co.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;By the end of 1900's Carnegie became World's Richest Man of 20th Century with smart business skills and investments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;he commercialize steel on a large scale, launched dividends and other investments of Carnegie Group of Industries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;At 1901 Andrew Carnegie officially retired and adapted a different ideology of public charity mentioned in his written book " The Gospel of Wealth "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He quoted that " i promise to take an income no greater than $50,000 per annum! Beyond this I need ever earn, make no effort to increase my fortune, but spend the surplus each year for benevolent purposes!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He invested his wealth on establishment of public libraries, public facilities and science welfare in UK and USA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Many peoples of USA claims to have Secret Financial Aid provided by Andrew Carnegie for social welfare purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Richest man of 20th century&amp;nbsp; Andrew Carnegie&amp;nbsp; died on 11 August 1919 , with these last words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;(&lt;span class="dday"&gt;1919-08-11&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;" A man who dies rich dies disgraced "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For more Details on Andrew Carnegie please visit : &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andrew_Carnegie"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andrew_Carnegie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5779896619178646991-8500567726364909037?l=byvish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/feeds/8500567726364909037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/01/andrew-william-carnegie-steel-king-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/8500567726364909037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/8500567726364909037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/01/andrew-william-carnegie-steel-king-of.html' title='Andrew William Carnegie , The steel king of 20th Century.'/><author><name>Vishesh Agarwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10715244403255575817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NvqRS6fxqI/TZgPcfahOfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/auaiEvmrTRQ/s220/vish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779896619178646991.post-1416922782018813754</id><published>2010-09-26T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T02:32:17.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abrahim Lincoln's 25 dollas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TDi-jS_TfgI/AAAAAAAAA1w/mhb-wZxYeGU/s1600/245px-Abraham_Lincoln_head_on_shoulders_photo_portrait.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492349259180375554" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TDi-jS_TfgI/AAAAAAAAA1w/mhb-wZxYeGU/s200/245px-Abraham_Lincoln_head_on_shoulders_photo_portrait.jpg" style="float: right; height: 154px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 117px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=byvi-20&amp;amp;l=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B002HE1IBM" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt; February 12, 1809 A.D. Hardin County, Kentucky a boy was born in a poor farmer family, his name was Abraham Lincoln who turned up to be the most famous and powerful personality of 19th Century from United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABE Lincoln is famous for his witty nature and many tales about him are being still read in School books. The featured unsung tale is very touching and teach us true meaning of friendship.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Name of friend is unknown and imagined as Samuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln was not the president of USA in occurring incident, he was&amp;nbsp; just a 20 year old boy.&lt;br /&gt;So, the story begins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham "ABE" Lincoln was very worried about his friend Samuel, he didn't appeared for so long. So , he decided to visit him.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham ", Why you didn't came, friend ?"&lt;br /&gt;Samuel," , I'm very nervous , My mother very sick.. I don't have money to go home !"&lt;br /&gt;Abraham checks his pocket , he found 25 Dollars his Monthly Expenditure.&lt;br /&gt;He handed it to Samuel.&lt;br /&gt;Samuel, " But Friend, What you will eat, I don't need your money. ?"&lt;br /&gt;Abraham, " God ! Given Stomach, He will give food too. Take this Money cure your mother."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;iframe align="right" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=byvi-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B003Y8XBRY&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Samuel , cries ", Oh Almighty, God Bless you, ABE"&lt;br /&gt;And Samuel goes to his village where he successfully cures his Mom by divine money of ABE. He somehow managed those 25 Dollars and returned to ABE's Room.&lt;br /&gt;Samuel, " My Friend, Your Money is God's Gift , It saved my Mom's life"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He handed 25 dollars to ABE , as an payback.&lt;br /&gt;But, Humble ABE had a thought and given that 25 dollars again to Samuel and said,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Hmm.. Really,? Gift ? Take this money and pass it over to needy.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel was shocked and ABE , he was smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Signature:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TDjDQAhgHRI/AAAAAAAAA2A/Jh1L67DL5LY/s1600/128px-Abraham_Lincoln_Signature.svg.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492354425364159762" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TDjDQAhgHRI/AAAAAAAAA2A/Jh1L67DL5LY/s200/128px-Abraham_Lincoln_Signature.svg.png" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 28px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 128px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bizzare, today those 25 God's Gift Dollars of Abrahan Lincoln is still being passed secretly within United States of America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5779896619178646991-1416922782018813754?l=byvish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/feeds/1416922782018813754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2010/09/abrahim-lincolns-25-dollas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/1416922782018813754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/1416922782018813754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2010/09/abrahim-lincolns-25-dollas.html' title='Abrahim Lincoln&apos;s 25 dollas'/><author><name>Vishesh Agarwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10715244403255575817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NvqRS6fxqI/TZgPcfahOfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/auaiEvmrTRQ/s220/vish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TDi-jS_TfgI/AAAAAAAAA1w/mhb-wZxYeGU/s72-c/245px-Abraham_Lincoln_head_on_shoulders_photo_portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779896619178646991.post-2988274683716078993</id><published>2010-08-21T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T02:53:20.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rakhi - A festival of Sisters and brothers bonding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508453619282610514" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/THH1YbcOCVI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/nq0SFaaH9C0/s200/images.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 111px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 165px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24 August 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaipur , Rajasthan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&amp;nbsp; Vikash Sharma among the bright students of reputed engineering colleges at Sitapura Jaipur was very angry, he was unable to go his home which was at Durg, Chhatisgarh. 1300km&lt;br /&gt;far from Jaipur.&amp;nbsp; He had joined Btech CS in 2009 , today is RakshaBandhan one of the important festival of Hindus in which&amp;nbsp; Sister ties knot to Brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikash has missed last year's Rakhi too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He is studying hard as tommorrow he is going to have&lt;br /&gt;sessional midterms. At last he got fed up and shouts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Inki ! Do - Do&amp;nbsp; Subject ek din me or woh bhi pura course , mera pura rakhi barbaad kar dala"&lt;br /&gt;( two subjects in a single day with full syllabus , they had ruined my festival . hell to them )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He throws the book on his bed and goes out for having evening tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" kya babuji, aaj ghar nhi gaye ? Rakhi he ?" Tea vendor asks suprisingly&lt;br /&gt;( why didn't u went home today ? today is rakhi )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Arey inho ne exams laga diye kaal ... nhi jaa paya "&amp;nbsp; Vikash answers sadly&lt;br /&gt;( We got sessionals exams tommorrow, so i'm unable to go )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aisa hota he ? Mere Bachhe ko fir kabhi naa padhau " Tea vendor added.&lt;br /&gt;( I won't let me child study Engineering , if this happens )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bhaiya , aapko ni bandhi kisi ne rakhi ? lo me bandh du "&amp;nbsp; Tea vendor's little daughter squeaks.&lt;br /&gt;( Brother, no one tied you knot may i ? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Tea vendor's daughter was tieing Rakhi on Vikash's hand. His heart was shivering and beating very fast. Atlast he was feeling satisfied and his festival ended with a cheerful note.&lt;br /&gt;He gave chocolates to Tea Vendor's Daughter and left the place singing tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rakhi-ecards.com/" style="font-family: verdana;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Click Here to Send A Beautiful Rakhi to your Brother...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byvish.blogspot.com/2010/08/rakhi-24-august-2010.html#comments" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click Here comment on this story &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note&lt;/span&gt; :-&lt;br /&gt;4 Years ago in 2007, I myself was engineering student.&lt;br /&gt;Our first year exam results were declared by Rajasthan Technical University on this&amp;nbsp; divine day&lt;br /&gt;( Rakhsabhandan ).&lt;br /&gt;Many students have cried and many may had laughed.&lt;br /&gt;I just ask those universtiy authorities, can't they had wait just for one more day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 lakhs bright students joins this Royal Course of BE/Btech in thousands of&lt;br /&gt;Engineering colleges of India, and every year India loses thousands of Gems due to&lt;br /&gt;Extra mental Pressure &amp;amp; No social Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" All Izzz Well "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhaiya mere Rakhi ko Bandhan ko Nibhana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ItCxB6tRXJM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ItCxB6tRXJM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5779896619178646991-2988274683716078993?l=byvish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/feeds/2988274683716078993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/01/24-august-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/2988274683716078993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/2988274683716078993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/01/24-august-2010.html' title='Rakhi - A festival of Sisters and brothers bonding'/><author><name>Vishesh Agarwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10715244403255575817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NvqRS6fxqI/TZgPcfahOfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/auaiEvmrTRQ/s220/vish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/THH1YbcOCVI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/nq0SFaaH9C0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779896619178646991.post-1165259333136436819</id><published>2010-08-15T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T02:23:24.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15th August India's Independence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TGYkFR_zHdI/AAAAAAAAA58/Ks7zHWnzazM/s1600/indian-flag-25.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505127267655949778" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TGYkFR_zHdI/AAAAAAAAA58/Ks7zHWnzazM/s200/indian-flag-25.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 164px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TGYj1jDfTeI/AAAAAAAAA50/PwG816VZ08Y/s1600/indian-flag-25.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scene 1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: Rich Family of Villa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mom wants to wake late, so did the children, they want to drop school's independance day function. Daddy is very busy with his tea &amp;amp; Daily Newspaper highlighting those shares of BSE. Servants are busy in doing chores, Driver is waiting outside as Daddy is Chief Guest in nearest govt. School's function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scene 2&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: Middle Class Family from Govt Quater's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; Today Mummy wakes early so did the children, Sonu among the children is going to sing in patriotic singing competition in St Xaviers High School. Mummy &amp;amp; Daddy are very happy and they all goes to School's Independance Day Function leaving Dada &amp;amp; Daddi ( Grand Parents ) alone. Dada is having tea made by Daddi Maa. they both are enjoying the Annual National Freedom Parade on DD1 India's National Television. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scene 3 :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poor Family from a hut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Maa wakes usually so do the kid. She makes her ready for school, which is a 5 K.M. far away. He walks and goes to his Govt School. He can't particapte due to high costs of costume.  There is No TV, No Newspaper even snacks for the kid at the end of function. Maa Prepares " Kaali Daal " ( black Ceral )  in her " Handiya " ( bowl ) on a chhulah ( Brick Stove ).  She waits for kid, he comes hungry . They both eat and sleeps till evening. Kid Expresses entire story from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shahid Bhagat Singh&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mahtama Ghandi&lt;/span&gt; to her Mom which he learned from today's function very happily, her Maa enjoys it as he speaks. At the night before sleep, Maa takes out a Black &amp;amp; white newspaper cutting entitled.  " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shahid Gunman Azad Singh&lt;/span&gt; " and puts it onto her heart , she then looks at her kid smiles and sleeps.  Next Day Same routine starts........  I Salute this Poor Lady, she is the real mother of India. She will fight " Mehangai " ( Inflation ) " Brasthachar" ( Corruption ) , " Arakhsan quota " ( Reservation ) etc etc related terms, but i know laslty she will produce her kid as  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ranveer Singh&lt;/span&gt;   into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Major Ranveer Singh.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jai Hind ! Jai Bharat&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://byvish.blogspot.com/2010/08/15th-august-truth-scene-1-rich-family.html#comments"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://byvish.blogspot.com/2010/08/15th-august-truth-scene-1-rich-family.html#comments"&gt;Click here to comment on this story !!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Public Appeal :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you are unemployed, don't do Suicide.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indian Army, always an Brave Choice&lt;/span&gt;   !!!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Join Indian Army&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://indianarmy.nic.in/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; www.indianarmy.nic.in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;India's National Anthem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8HS2qExgLQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8HS2qExgLQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5779896619178646991-1165259333136436819?l=byvish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/feeds/1165259333136436819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2010/08/15th-august-indias-independence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/1165259333136436819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/1165259333136436819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2010/08/15th-august-indias-independence.html' title='15th August India&apos;s Independence'/><author><name>Vishesh Agarwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10715244403255575817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NvqRS6fxqI/TZgPcfahOfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/auaiEvmrTRQ/s220/vish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TGYkFR_zHdI/AAAAAAAAA58/Ks7zHWnzazM/s72-c/indian-flag-25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779896619178646991.post-2700653138957927330</id><published>2010-07-04T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T02:28:59.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>USA Independence - Freedom</title><content type='html'>USA Independence.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;Based on 4th July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once , a Hawk laid it eggs in her nest, one egg rolled down from the hill and gets into a Hen’s Nest. The Egg was hatched and Hawk’s Chick was born among the Hen’s Chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he grown up, he used to think himself as Hen Born fowl. Everyday he used to see blue sky and thought “, Can I fly too ?” , then the other moment he says to himself , “ NO, I’m Hen ! I can’t “...and he refuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many days passed, he watches the sky and refuses till, a Saint appeared, one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint saw Hawk among Hens , he was surprised and came near to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint , “ You are supposed to fly , in that open sky “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawk, “ No, I can’t I’m a Hen’s Chick , We don’t Fly “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint, “ No ! No ..You are a Hawk, you fly …”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawk ,” I can’t , Leave me Alone “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint gets angry and took Hawk in his hands. Hawk tries to escape from his clutches but can’t get free.&lt;br /&gt;Saint takes him to the hill and throws him down.&lt;br /&gt;Next Moment, Hawk was falling , falling and falling till two beautiful , wings didn’t&lt;br /&gt;Came to play. He was in sky , flying beautiful. The feel of freedom, he felt.&lt;br /&gt;He came down and thanked saint.Now , Hawk just needed the guidance he was born brave , mighty and strong.He still flies high in this world. We salute you Hawk, you always make sky pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawk is the national symbol of USA and I see, this hawk as United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That saint was George Washington and Thomas Jefferson , True American Thinkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral : Identify your talents and skills. Have confidence in your self. Never back down.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be the Hawk , my friend ..fly free. .entire sky is waiting for you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Courtesy :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;As told by Jhon Abrahim, a famous bollywood actorfrom India, movie Paap&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5779896619178646991-2700653138957927330?l=byvish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/feeds/2700653138957927330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/01/usa-independence-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/2700653138957927330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/2700653138957927330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/01/usa-independence-freedom.html' title='USA Independence - Freedom'/><author><name>Vishesh Agarwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10715244403255575817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NvqRS6fxqI/TZgPcfahOfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/auaiEvmrTRQ/s220/vish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779896619178646991.post-4529539964024481981</id><published>2010-06-16T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T02:16:08.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once , a fisherman was fishing at the lake side. He saw a kid drowning inside the deep waters of lake. He instantly jumped in and saved that kid. As he brought that kid into consciousness, the kid’s father appeared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;The Kid’s Dad was very happy as his child got a new birth today, he was eager to give some reward to fisherman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid’s Dad, “ you saved my kid’s life ! have this money “&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellspacing="10" style="color: black; height: 45px; width: 680px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TB2oblNSZ1I/AAAAAAAAAxA/hxVGtJbC2DE/s1600/images.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484725113004910418" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TB2oblNSZ1I/AAAAAAAAAxA/hxVGtJbC2DE/s200/images.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 130px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 98px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fisherman”, NO, Sir it was my duty to save him “&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid’s Dad was very impressed and saw a kid playing in mud with torn clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked “ Him your son ?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;Fisherman “, Yes , Sir “&lt;br /&gt;He said,” I see your child playing so happy, I wana give him good education so he becomes a good doctor and server our nation in future”&lt;br /&gt;Fisherman was puzzled , but for his son’s sake he agreed.&lt;br /&gt;He cried,” ok sir, I give you my child , I want to see him do good in his future and serve our motherland”&lt;br /&gt;The fisherman looked his child for the last time and sent him along with that kid’s Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Years passed, that fisherman’s child really turned out to be good. He became one of the finest doctor in entire nation. He invented a medicine which could cure life taking disease , at that time.He even received noble prize for his invention, and contribution to medical science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bizarre, That kid’s grand child got sick and he was cured by this medicine itsel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral&lt;/span&gt; :-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The love &amp;amp; Sacrifice of an father towards his child is always immortal. Do good , you will have better in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Truth&lt;/span&gt; :-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a true story from England , That fisherman’s kid was Dr. Alexander Fleming who invented Penicillin a vaccine for Tuberculosis. ( T.B. ) a life threatening disease that time, the grand child who got saved was Sir. Winston Churchill , among the great prime ministers of England.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellspacing="10" style="color: black; height: 45px; width: 680px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellspacing="10" style="color: black; height: 45px; width: 680px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellspacing="10" style="color: black; height: 45px; width: 680px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5779896619178646991-4529539964024481981?l=byvish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/feeds/4529539964024481981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/01/blessing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/4529539964024481981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/4529539964024481981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2011/01/blessing.html' title='The Blessing'/><author><name>Vishesh Agarwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10715244403255575817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NvqRS6fxqI/TZgPcfahOfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/auaiEvmrTRQ/s220/vish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TB2oblNSZ1I/AAAAAAAAAxA/hxVGtJbC2DE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779896619178646991.post-7574405196062930043</id><published>2010-06-06T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T02:11:45.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enrique's Love Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.divercitycafe.ro/wp-content/gallery/muzica-noua-enrique-iglesias-lost-inside-your-love/a598enrique-iglesias.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.divercitycafe.ro/wp-content/gallery/muzica-noua-enrique-iglesias-lost-inside-your-love/a598enrique-iglesias.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 131px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 116px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Monday Morning , at the Beautiful city of London , Thames River. London Bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Weather was romantic , the London bridge was shining like sun , due to reflections of Thames River. So Sparking moment,&amp;nbsp; and here comes Enrique riding on his Cycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Enrique , a tall handsome and lovely boy was on his way to post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;office. He was a loyal and punctual Postman. He took his bag from post office and went to deliver all the letters to their owners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The weather was lovely and amusing him. He handed 30 letters and the last one was little bit far from city.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;He went far at the extension of London city and saw a Rose house, in the center of a garden full of red roses. He got excited , there he had to dilver his last letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;He knocked the door. “ Knock ! Knock” and “ Oh My God !” he said t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;o himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A golden , beautiful and charming lady in front of him. He fallen in love in first sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;He handed her , her letter and went back to his home , crazy riding his cyle and singing on the streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;At the night, he was fantasizing that lady in his dreams,&amp;nbsp; singing , kissing &amp;amp;amp; hugging her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;He woked up early morning, 5 o clock and took a paper , started writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday night, and I feel so low,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I count the hours, but they go so slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TBW43jkThKI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Z1-J9zwt3oE/s1600/EnriqueIglesiasu12.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="200" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482491385973277858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TBW43jkThKI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Z1-J9zwt3oE/s200/EnriqueIglesiasu12.jpg" style="float: right; height: 207px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 191px;" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know the sound of your voice, can save my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;City lights, the streets are gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looked down my window to the world below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Move so fast, but it feels so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I am all alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don’t let me die, I’m losing my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby, just give me a sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now that you’re gone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just wanna be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I can‘t go on, I wanna be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wanna be with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours loving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Enrique Iglesias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGQ1hEtTGKA" style="color: black;" target="_blank"&gt;Listen It !&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;That day, he finished his job very early and crazy Enrique went to that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Rose House again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;He knocked, lady appeared. He smiled and handed her the letter, which he written early morning and got disappeared from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He noticed the eyes of lady were always sad , but lovely. The lady read the enrique’s letter and smiled “,&amp;nbsp; A Silly Crazy Boy hitting the women older than him. !”&lt;br /&gt;Enrique was really in love, he was vero amante ( The true lover ).&lt;br /&gt;Next day, same Scene he went again and handed her the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every day here you come walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TBW5HUsReDI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/XittZxwFQ6s/s1600/enrique_iglesias.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482491656858073138" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TBW5HUsReDI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/XittZxwFQ6s/s200/enrique_iglesias.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 194px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 183px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hold my tongue, I don't do much talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You say you're happy and you're doin' fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well go ahead, baby, I got plenty of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad eyes never lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad eyes never lie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well for awhile I've been watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt; you steady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ain't gonna move 'til you're good and ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You show up and then you shy away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I know pretty soon you'll be walkin' this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad eyes never lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad eyes never lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours loving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Enrique Iglesias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFDEMXFC5E4" style="color: black;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen It !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And went back crazy again to his home. They never communicated with each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; other through lips,&amp;nbsp; Enrique even don’t know her name. But the lady loved his letter ,so she never stopped him doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she read , “ Sad eyes”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; she was fallen for Enrique, but felt very sad.&lt;br /&gt;“ Oh Lord ! You are so kind hearted , please please ..give this boy to me. When I rebirth again. I love him ! will die for him” she prayed.&lt;br /&gt;They really started loving each other, but never communicated.&lt;br /&gt;Almost 1000 letters were passed like this, and still no contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Everday Enrique comes to her and she smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 1001 letter which Enrique handed to her.&lt;br /&gt;She reads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have I told you how good it feels to be me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TBW5Thei6_I/AAAAAAAAAvY/5o1JwnhSxUw/s1600/enrique_iglesias_4.0.0.0x0.420x582.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482491866448587762" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TBW5Thei6_I/AAAAAAAAAvY/5o1JwnhSxUw/s200/enrique_iglesias_4.0.0.0x0.420x582.jpeg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 210px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 136px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;when I'm in you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can only stay clean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;when you are around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't let me fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I close my eyes forever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;would it ease the pain? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Could I breathe again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe I'm addicted, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm out of control, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;but you're the drug &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that keeps me from dying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe I'm a liar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;but all I really know is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're the only reason I'm trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby , I’m addicted !! yes I’m Addicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avap91mc3ZY" style="color: black;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen It !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" I love you Sweet heart from my soul, and will love you forever till my last breath.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Will you Marry me... ?? ...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours loving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Enrique Iglesias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As She finished, she plucked all the Roses from her garden and started crying loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;At the night, the Proposal Letter was still in her hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;she cries&amp;nbsp; “ God ! why you give so much Pain ? I love him please, oh Please”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Enrique came hoping a positive reply to his proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Today she handed him a letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Enrique was very excited and went back crazy with her letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reads,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;“ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My love, Enrique. I know you love like “ God of love” so do I. But we can’t marry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m sorry. My husband is fighting for our motherland in the war. I love him, and also you too. Please forgive me. We will marry next birth. My promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You write wonderful , I love your letter please don’t stop writing for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you and Marriage ! Please Forget it and Let it go !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love you forever !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My Sweet Heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Enrique , the postman was reading it, at the London bridge. His heart was broken thought to commit suicide, but shouted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;“ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord, Why you steal food from the Hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; ?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was walking around and sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You, do you remember me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TBW5kLB-15I/AAAAAAAAAvg/HF4c_ryFKsc/s1600/EnriqueIglesiasSomebodysMeOfficial.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482492152480978834" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TBW5kLB-15I/AAAAAAAAAvg/HF4c_ryFKsc/s200/EnriqueIglesiasSomebodysMeOfficial.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 202px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 202px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like I remember you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you spend your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going back in your mind to that time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because I, I walk the streets alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate being on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And everyone can see that I refell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'm going through hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinking about you with somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somebody wants you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somebody needs you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somebody dreams about you every single night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somebody can't breath without you, it's lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somebody hopes that someday you will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That Somebody's Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That Somebody's Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That Somebody's Me…..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; yours loving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Enrique Iglesias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/verify_age?next_url=http%3A//www.youtube.com/watch%3Fv%3Dgv9hrQzU0cA" style="color: black;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen It !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( English)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/verify_age?next_url=http%3A//www.youtube.com/watch%3Fv%3DGEqg6Np0TFI" style="color: black;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen It !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( Spanish)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrique still writes and sings. He is the most popular Pop Star on Earth. He never stopped writing for his beloved , whom name he don’t even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;But the face still remains in his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;“ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is there in Name !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - William Shakespeare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TBW594mnYgI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ZkwVOTLy3fo/s1600/william-shakespeare.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482492594210955778" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TBW594mnYgI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ZkwVOTLy3fo/s200/william-shakespeare.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 174px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 148px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Truth :-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enrique was in reality, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is True story of William Shakespeare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He was that postman who written thousands of songs, poems and plays dedicated to his beloved lady&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And above quotation is based on this fact. Because Shakespeare never Knew her Soulmate’s name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Moral of the Story :-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is not having, is giving. Never Commit sucide if you fail, else you can’t give to your beloved. Be The Enrique , ( William Shakespeare ) The Postman. My friends !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.byvish.blogspot.com&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;font=verdana&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: medium none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5779896619178646991-7574405196062930043?l=byvish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/feeds/7574405196062930043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2010/06/enriques-love-letters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/7574405196062930043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779896619178646991/posts/default/7574405196062930043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byvish.blogspot.com/2010/06/enriques-love-letters.html' title='Enrique&apos;s Love Letters'/><author><name>Vishesh Agarwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10715244403255575817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NvqRS6fxqI/TZgPcfahOfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/auaiEvmrTRQ/s220/vish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fl1_Vr2zRY/TBW43jkThKI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Z1-J9zwt3oE/s72-c/EnriqueIglesiasu12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779896619178646991.post-396240827293968788</id><published>2010-05-13T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T02:06:34.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinky from Pinkcity</title><content type='html'>Pinky from Pinkcity...&lt;br /&gt;A Unsung Saga from the hearts of Pinkcity&lt;br /&gt;Baba Divakar Nath, was a blind beggar used to live at Jaipur, pinkcity at the streets of chouda rasta, inside the Jaipur’s old market. He used to sing holy songs and beg on the stairs of Sai mandir ( Sai , a god )Situated infront of golcha cinema hall. He was blind by both eyes but, he never complained to lord, as he was true sai baba’s devotee, everday he comes and sits on the stairs , sings beautiful prayers. Temple’s Pujari ( Saint ) was also fascinated by his holy prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Once, baba was rhyming sai’s name he found a puppy, a bitch sitted on his laps.He curdled her and give some sweets from his bowl to eat. Temple’s Pujari became angry and said “, Baba, first you full your stomach , then think about these animals.." Baba was angry now , “ What you think ? Soul is given only to humans ? Animals too feel hungry. I won’t sit here from tomorrow if you will behave like this. So many doors to god !” Pujari got tensed, he thought if baba will not come then Temple will not get donations as People used to love Baba’s Prayers and Songs. He said , “ ok , Baba … Just take care that, this dog don’t comes up near to god’s sculpture...” Baba , “ Beta ! ( daughter ), Pinky don’t go up ok” Pujari , “ Pinky ? what a name , its English baba ...” “ Aye, what you think ? I’m 4th grade passed. If this city can be called Pink city. Then why she can’t be called pinky ?” Baba added. Pujari , “ ok, as you wish ! Baba !” Now, it was routine daily baba used to come early morning on the stairs and pinky used to follow her and at the evening they go back. Lord ! Baba got his eyes back , pinky was his eyes. Now he was able to roam anywhere around the streets of Jaipur Bazzar ( Market ) People started calling him Ghumkad Baba ( Traveller saint ). Days passed, Pinky grew up older, like her name she was a white bitch with pink textures around her skin, the loyal guard of Baba. One day, Baba on the stairs of Sai temple. Baba , “ Beta , Pinky this is Sai , the god. He takes all pain from peoples and give them happiness. Just we need to do 11 Thursday’s fast and prayers...” Pujari , “ Baba, Animal’s can’t understand ! don’t you know ?” Baba became very angry. Baba , “ Aye, what you think about animals ? have u felt them ? today human’s kid can’t understand religion and rituals. Atleast she can earn some holy spirits.." Pujari saw red eyes of baba and he thought to remain calm. While Baba was in meditation of Sai, the lord. That Day date was 13th May 2008. evening time, Tuesday. People were rushing to the temples of Lord Hanuman , ( a hindu god ) . Baba too joined them along with pinky, her loyal guard. Baba was now infront of Hanuman Temple. He said to pinky, “ Beta, you wait for me here. I’ll be back soon” Today , it was very crush at the temple. As Engineering students were having there final exams. Three students also came in along with Baba. They touched Baba’s feet and took his blessings. At the gate, pinky became very dizzy and hidden herself in a garbage tin. As they entered and bowed there heads to Lord Hanuman. “ Jai Hanuman Gyan Ghun Sagar …” they prayed and …. Boom !!!! People were running here and there, It was the terrorist attack on the peaceful , loving city of India. Pink city. Where tourists around the globe come here always and feels the pink spirit of forts , castles and monuments to their souls. Those three engineering students , Baba and lots of people got died on the spot and went to God’s Lap. Blood was every where , serial blasts in 10 mins around the walls of pinkcity’s market. But , Pinky she got saved miraculously. She was now alone in this world, her Baba was no more. She went to Sai’s temple for searching her Baba. But she didn’t find him. She used to thought , “ My Baba will come, he will come...” 10 days passed. The city was mourning and was in silence. Temple’s Pujari always looks pinky on the stairs waiting for her Baba to come and used to cry a lot. “ Hey, ! Ishwar ( oh god ) forgive me, I doubted on your creations..” he cried. “ Beta, Pinky eat something , your Baba is with Sai now, he won’t come again.” He offered a piece of cake. But, pinky refused to eat, she was just thinking about the magical days she spent with her Baba, his father. “ Beti, Pinky this is Sai, takes all pain and give … just 11 days fast..n ..prayers” these words of Baba were screaming in her soul. 11th day, today pinky came to feet of Sai , the lord for the first time and she lefted her soul in the blessings of Sai, the almighty. Pinky was no more. She was in heaven with her Baba now, she got him finally. Pujari’s heart was now changed and that temple still have those unsung voices in air. The voice of Baba, the presence of pinky… Go there.. you will definitetly feel.. it !!! Public Appeal : Animals are also living bodies, they feel. Never hurt any animal, who knows it can be Pinky ? Fight the Terrorism , don’t be afraid. Keep the spirits up 13th May 2008 , thousand salutes to those Martyrs and those unsung Heroes. Pinkcity , Jaipur is our city … keep it clean , neat and terror free. Please try to donate, as much as you can.. to CM’s Relief fund , after reading this story. Help your people ! 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