<?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-4042622241608276653</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:38:52.227-05:00</updated><category term='americans'/><category term='childhood'/><category term='business'/><category term='trust'/><category term='best'/><category term='God'/><category term='IT'/><category term='experience'/><category term='moral'/><category term='21st century'/><category term='advertising'/><category term='adventure. free fall'/><category term='khalil gibran'/><category term='sky diving'/><category term='beliefs'/><category term='heart'/><category term='profession'/><category term='Bhaishri'/><category term='opinions'/><category term='destiny'/><category term='flying'/><category term='values'/><category term='sex'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='memories'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='icon'/><category term='dignity'/><category term='roles'/><category term='marketing'/><category term='devotion'/><category term='myself'/><category term='love'/><category term='friend'/><category term='work'/><category term='brand'/><category term='innocence'/><title type='text'>An Intimate note</title><subtitle type='html'>Words, words and more words.....that's all you gonna find here....space where words will be spoken, expressed and NOT forced upon...Just thoughts, no theories....
So, just read along and enjoy! :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-7664690867357747882</id><published>2010-06-21T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T10:56:22.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>India's first Citizen Journalism program! | Vikram Hazra's blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vikramhazra.com/2010/06/indias-first-citizen-journalism-program.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=email&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+VikramHazrasBlog+%28Vikram+Hazra%27s+blog%29"&gt;India&amp;#39;s first Citizen Journalism program! | Vikram Hazra&amp;#39;s blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-7664690867357747882?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.vikramhazra.com/2010/06/indias-first-citizen-journalism-program.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=email&amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+VikramHazrasBlog+%28Vikram+Hazra%27s+blog%29' title='India&apos;s first Citizen Journalism program! | Vikram Hazra&apos;s blog'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/7664690867357747882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=7664690867357747882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/7664690867357747882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/7664690867357747882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2010/06/indias-first-citizen-journalism-program.html' title='India&apos;s first Citizen Journalism program! | Vikram Hazra&apos;s blog'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-5095180129701237945</id><published>2010-06-16T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T10:24:18.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Case of the Dyslexic Farmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vikramhazra.com/2010/06/case-of-dyslexic-farmer.html"&gt;The Case of the Dyslexic Farmer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-5095180129701237945?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.vikramhazra.com/2010/06/case-of-dyslexic-farmer.html' title='The Case of the Dyslexic Farmer'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/5095180129701237945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=5095180129701237945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/5095180129701237945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/5095180129701237945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2010/06/case-of-dyslexic-farmer.html' title='The Case of the Dyslexic Farmer'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-3338234724055060317</id><published>2010-06-08T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:14:37.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kavita</title><content type='html'>સારી રીત નથી&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;એવુય નથી કે વતન માટે મને પ્રિત નથી&lt;br /&gt;હુ એય જાણૂ છુ કે અમેરીકા રહેવામા મારુ હીત નથી&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ઇચ્છા થાય છે અમેરીકાના અનુભવો લખુ તમને&lt;br /&gt;શુ લખુ ? અહીયા સ્ંસ્કાર કે સ્ંસ્ક્રુતિ સ્ંકલિત નથી.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;મને ઘણૉ થાય છે વતન છોડ્યાનો અફ્સોસ હવે,&lt;br /&gt;હિમાલય છોડીને સ્નોના ઢગલા મેળવામા કાઇ જીત નથી.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;અમેરીકન રેપ સોંગ સાંભળીને કાન ને એઠા કરવાના&lt;br /&gt;અહીંયા નરસિંહ અને મીરા ના પ્રભાતિયા કે ભજન સ્ંગિત નથી.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;સ્ંતાનો ના ઉછેરીકરણ નોય અહીંયા હોય છે હિસાબ કિતાબ&lt;br /&gt;અહીયા ભરતીય માબાપ જેવુ ઉદારીકરણ ગણિત નથી&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;બદલાતી ફેશનના નખરા અહીંયા હોય છે નિત્ય નવા&lt;br /&gt;સ્ત્રીના બાહ્ય સૌદર્ય જેટ્લુ આંતરીક સૌદર્ય ચકચકીત નથી.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;પ્રેમ , વિસ્વાસ અને અનુકુલીન આઘરીત સ્ંબઘો નથી&lt;br /&gt;ઇન્ડીયન કલ્ચર જેવુ લગ્નજીવન અહીંયા વ્યવસ્થિત નથી&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;દુઃખી થવાની ઘણીજ રીતો હશે દુનિયા મા હે પ્રભુ&lt;br /&gt;મનને મારીને જીવ્યાકરવુ એ સારી રીત નથી&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my addition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;તમારા મન માં ભારત ને જીવતું રાખવા માં કોઈ હર્ઝ નથી &lt;br /&gt;અમેરિકા માં જીવન જીવું એટલું એ મુશ્કિલ નથી&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ખરાબ સારા તો હોય છે બધે , ખરાબ ને યાદ રાખવા માં કોઈ બુદ્ધિ પ્રતિભા નથી&lt;br /&gt;આ દેશે તમને તમારા દેશ ની કિંમત કરાવી તેમાં કોઈ પ્રશ્નજ નથી&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;હવે ઇન્ડિયા ની કિંમત સમજાય છે મને&lt;br /&gt;મારા માત પિતા સગા સંબંધી બહુ યાદ આવે છે મને&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;તેમના પ્રેમ અને ઉપકારો કદી વિસારીસ નહિ&lt;br /&gt;તેમના આસીર વચનો ની જન્ખના કદી ત્યાગીશ નહિ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;દેશ ભેદ જાતી ભેદ બધા થી ઉપર ઉઠવું છે મને&lt;br /&gt;આ દેશ માં પણ ભક્તિ કરી શકાય એ સાબિત કરવું છે મને &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ભક્તિ છે મનનું વિષય, તેમાં દેશ સીમા વરી શું કરે? &lt;br /&gt;પ્રાર્થના કરીએ, ભગવાન આપણ ને સાચી સમજ આપી ,આ બધા ભેદો થી મુક્ત કરે!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ફાલ્ગુની :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-3338234724055060317?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/3338234724055060317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=3338234724055060317' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/3338234724055060317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/3338234724055060317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2010/06/kavita.html' title='Kavita'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-8290283570937592967</id><published>2009-03-31T22:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:17:07.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends - Really????????????</title><content type='html'>Who is a friend? the one who keeps you away from doing worng or encourages you to do so or the one who does what you ask him to do.....a friend lost her job...she wants to get drunk thinking that will reduce her pain.... as a friend what should you do....help her get drunk or try to be there with her and help her face the situation bravely and make her understand that this is not the end of the world?? If you help he get drunk coz she wanted to....are you being 'good'? are you being a 'friend'? are you being a 'human'? &lt;br /&gt;I am not exaggerating but I really feel we rather have no friend than have a friend like that.... who sees we are totally wasted and still offers us a drink, pays for our drinks and then the same friend drops us home.... its ridiculous.... &lt;br /&gt;is he really a friend? &lt;br /&gt;okay may be there is nothing wrong in having a drink or two for fun....but to get drunk thinking that it'll help us reduce our pain just doesnt make sense to me...its foolery and an act of cowardness...more so when you know you are alone and need to drive back home... &lt;br /&gt;may be I am way too traditional in my thinking but I am ready to correct myself if you think I am wrong! Give me an explanation...or else its hard for me to respect such a person!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-8290283570937592967?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/8290283570937592967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=8290283570937592967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/8290283570937592967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/8290283570937592967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends-really.html' title='Friends - Really????????????'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-5858177513173486386</id><published>2009-03-24T10:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:04:12.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Marnier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_19QMBjIhctY/ScjnuS69qxI/AAAAAAAAArA/xfYv-7MiVPs/s1600-h/grand+marnier+ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_19QMBjIhctY/ScjnuS69qxI/AAAAAAAAArA/xfYv-7MiVPs/s320/grand+marnier+ad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316754142650018578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My creative for the Grand Marnier ad campaign :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-5858177513173486386?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/5858177513173486386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=5858177513173486386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/5858177513173486386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/5858177513173486386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2009/03/grand-mariner.html' title='Grand Marnier'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_19QMBjIhctY/ScjnuS69qxI/AAAAAAAAArA/xfYv-7MiVPs/s72-c/grand+marnier+ad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-6756643254035589649</id><published>2009-03-23T16:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:17:52.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You can reach anywhere with a GOAL!</title><content type='html'>An inspiring thought that I would like to share with you all... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life without purpose is like a ship without a rudder.&lt;br /&gt;Goals are dreams that are written down.&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of a goal is to focus your attention.&lt;br /&gt;Your mind will reach toward achievement only when it has a goal.&lt;br /&gt;There is no achievement without goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Establish a goal worth working for.&lt;br /&gt;Your goal will keep you going in tough times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always have something ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;Continuously visualize your next step.&lt;br /&gt;Keep moving after you achieve your goal and set another.&lt;br /&gt;Momentum is maintained by always having something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Constantly give yourself something to work for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what you can do well,&lt;br /&gt;and do well whatever you can do&lt;br /&gt;and you'll achieve any goal that you set for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can plant your dream with a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Max Steingart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-6756643254035589649?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/6756643254035589649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=6756643254035589649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/6756643254035589649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/6756643254035589649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-can-reach-anywhere-with-goal.html' title='You can reach anywhere with a GOAL!'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-1313484382366559083</id><published>2009-03-23T15:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:30:29.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Hands!</title><content type='html'>An old lady who lived in the village who had never been in a car before was returning home from the market carrying a big heavy basket on her head, when a rich man riding his car passed by. Kindly, he offered to drive her to her home. She thanked him &amp; got into the car with her basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, the man glanced at the lady in the mirror, still holding her basket over her head. Astonished, he asked her to lay the basket down in the car &amp; rest.&lt;br /&gt;The old lady replied, "Oh, my son, your car is carrying me; this is enough,&lt;br /&gt;I should not burden it carrying my basket too!" What an innocently funny response!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sometimes do the same with God.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, God carries us during day and night still, we insist on carrying our heavy baskets of worries &amp; fear of the future. We are carried by Almighty hands, watched over by sleepless eyes &amp; God plans our future. Let us then relax &amp; lay down everything in God's hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-1313484382366559083?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/1313484382366559083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=1313484382366559083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/1313484382366559083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/1313484382366559083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-carried-away.html' title='God&apos;s Hands!'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-329582897356295689</id><published>2009-03-23T15:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:04:30.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Story!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19QMBjIhctY/ScfdLdF1XpI/AAAAAAAAAqw/z-ECKpeAhXM/s1600-h/starfish-733525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19QMBjIhctY/ScfdLdF1XpI/AAAAAAAAAqw/z-ECKpeAhXM/s320/starfish-733525.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316461073991556754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was walking down the beach at sunset. As, he walked along, he saw another man in the distance. He noticed this man kept leaning down, picking up something and throwing it out into the water, again and again. As, he approached even closer, he noticed that the man was picking up starfish that had been washed up on the beach. He was throwing them back into the water, one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled, he approached the man and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Good Evening. I was wondering what you are doing."I'm throwing these starfish back into the ocean. You see, its low tide and all these starfish have been washed up onto the shore. If, I don't throw them back into the ocean, they'll die up here from lack of oxygen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But, there must be thousands of starfish on this beach. You can't possible get to all of them. And, don't you realize this is probably happening on hundreds of beaches all up and down this coast. Can't you see that you can't possibly make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man bent down and picked up yet another starfish, and threw it back into the ocean. &lt;br /&gt;With a smile he replied, "Made a difference to that one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you try enough to make a difference today??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-329582897356295689?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/329582897356295689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=329582897356295689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/329582897356295689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/329582897356295689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2009/03/interesting-story.html' title='Interesting Story!'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19QMBjIhctY/ScfdLdF1XpI/AAAAAAAAAqw/z-ECKpeAhXM/s72-c/starfish-733525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-4753653764998472890</id><published>2009-01-08T13:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:59:13.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You did!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_19QMBjIhctY/Scfb753ZxLI/AAAAAAAAAqo/bUDPuIPpW7A/s1600-h/tu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_19QMBjIhctY/Scfb753ZxLI/AAAAAAAAAqo/bUDPuIPpW7A/s320/tu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316459707326121138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been situations in your life that you thought you would never get through. And yet, you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been challenges you faced that you thought you would never overcome. And yet, you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been losses you've suffered that you thought you would never be able to get beyond. And yet, you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you are here today, stronger, wiser, more experienced and more knowledgeable as a result of it all. Though the road has had its rough spots, you've successfully made your way along it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will certainly be more rough spots ahead, and there may even be some particularly difficult ones right now. So it pays, every now and then, to look back and remember that even though you thought you wouldn't get through, you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps, if you think about it, you'll see that there's really never any reason to doubt yourself. For when life challenged you to make your way through, you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, even more importantly, you will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-4753653764998472890?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/4753653764998472890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=4753653764998472890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/4753653764998472890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/4753653764998472890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-did.html' title='You did!'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_19QMBjIhctY/Scfb753ZxLI/AAAAAAAAAqo/bUDPuIPpW7A/s72-c/tu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-4405191297043759180</id><published>2008-11-07T13:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:25:30.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PETA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.petadishoom.com/page3/sexyveg08.asp?c=pdsvbanner08" style='margin: 10px 0; padding: 3px 6px 0 92px; width: 468px; height: 60px; font: 10px Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000; text-decoration: none; background: url(http://www.petadishoom.com/images/468x60_banner_CUSTOM.bmp) top left no-repeat; display: block;'&gt;Pamela Anderson and Yash Birla Have My Vote for the&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-4405191297043759180?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/4405191297043759180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=4405191297043759180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/4405191297043759180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/4405191297043759180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2008/11/peta.html' title='PETA!!'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-7586948088776108494</id><published>2008-04-09T14:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:57:06.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, I am back!!</title><content type='html'>Hey there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends and fellow bloggers.....Firstly I apologise for not updating my blog for such a long time. Well I have many excuses, many you know and many you don't want to know.I was in India for a very long time, came back, started with my MBA, got a good job and also managing my house. so you see I have been busy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway,here I am back...live and kicking... &lt;br /&gt;Will write more soon... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa love&lt;br /&gt;Falu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-7586948088776108494?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/7586948088776108494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=7586948088776108494' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/7586948088776108494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/7586948088776108494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-i-am-back.html' title='Hey, I am back!!'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-4737072975598252960</id><published>2007-10-18T18:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:56:55.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Size matters!</title><content type='html'>I need help! Help in understanding what is it that 'actually' constitutes a personality? Is it the looks or the being...the person that you really are!?! Not many years ago I was a size S and people loved me and accpeted me the way I am! I had no problem what so ever in selecting clothes, making friends, feeling confident about myself etc. Was all that acceptance because I was size 'S'?? Today I am 'XL' look not really very different but yes there is a change...does this mean I am no longer lovable or acceptable? does this mean my personality which once you used to find charming isnt charming anymore? so what if I belong to the healthier side of the world ;) There is beauty in every 'fat' person on this earth!&lt;br /&gt;I might no longer be the most attractive lady in the room but yes I have what it takes to differentiate myself from others and that is my heart and my confidence. Confidence does not emerge from a magic number on the scale or from the compliments of others. Confidence comes through you and you alone. No one can give it to you. &lt;br /&gt;Therefore here I am confident wearing an "XL" t-shirt, feeling good and ready to take over the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-4737072975598252960?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/4737072975598252960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=4737072975598252960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/4737072975598252960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/4737072975598252960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2007/10/size-matters.html' title='Size matters!'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-3129912940358479491</id><published>2007-10-13T22:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:54:27.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When I say sorry</title><content type='html'>When I say sorry, you say its okay....&lt;br /&gt;When I say sorry, you say I am not in a mood to talk right now....&lt;br /&gt;When I say sorry, you say I dont mean it.....&lt;br /&gt;When I say sorry, you say I will repeat the same thing in few days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY??? Why is it not always okay...why are you not in a mood to talk...why do u think I dont mean it....why do you think I'll repeat the same thing again...WHY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its because of my behaviour...may be I am really repeating the same mistakes....may be I havent improved at all...but does this mean I am bad, or that I have lost the right to say and actually feel sorry for stuff I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-3129912940358479491?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/3129912940358479491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=3129912940358479491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/3129912940358479491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/3129912940358479491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-i-say-sorry.html' title='When I say sorry'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-6999101339432795930</id><published>2007-10-02T16:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:51:32.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Emotions!!</title><content type='html'>8.00 am in the morning a friend calls saying 'Columbus Day is nearing and there is a BIG sale going on everywhere. when are we going?' How tempting? ;) I am sure all the shopaholics are bracing themselves and rushing towards the nearest mall to check out the "Big Sale"....And joining the league is ME! &lt;br /&gt;But wait! Do I really need something? The answer is "NO", nothing at all. There is absolutely nothing right now that I don't have or cant do without...you know why? coz the Labor Day weekend was just a few weeks before and I had done truck loads of shopping then,obviously for no reason again...Oh wait! yeah I had a reason...'SALE'....&lt;br /&gt;Human nature is so funny or may I say its just us the Females...I really don't know why do we have such urges... We can shop for any and every reason and most of the times for no reason. However, I have observed that only after unloading the shopping truck at home do we realize how much of this stuff is NOT AT ALL required. If not that time, we realize when we are cleaning the room or as in my case only while MOVING ;)I have clothes I bought when I was size 6 and now I have become more than double that size and most of the size 6 clothes still remain untouched lying on my head with a label saying 'when-will-I-get-to-get-out-from-the-closet'... We never realize how much we end up spending with these sales coming up almost every month....I am forced to believe that more than 'shopping emotions' we indulge ourselves in 'emotion shopping'...when we are upset or mad at someone....we shop&lt;br /&gt;when we just want to spend sometime with ourselves...we shop&lt;br /&gt;when we want to spend time with our friends... we shop...&lt;br /&gt;shopping seems to be the answer we have for every emotion...every occasion... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we overcome this fever soon and start saving some green...especially this time around when we definitely aren't getting any bail-out money ands our taxes are only increasing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-6999101339432795930?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/6999101339432795930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=6999101339432795930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/6999101339432795930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/6999101339432795930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2007/10/shopping-emotions.html' title='Shopping Emotions!!'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-4867031422774426960</id><published>2007-09-14T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T12:23:44.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to you!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_19QMBjIhctY/Rvk2B5LbfrI/AAAAAAAAACU/96PzuXo2f7U/s1600-h/S4020559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_19QMBjIhctY/Rvk2B5LbfrI/AAAAAAAAACU/96PzuXo2f7U/s320/S4020559.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114178258012438194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today thinking about you, just like everyday. But today’s a special day not only for me but for all the people that surround you and love you for you accomplish another year of your life and the first thing I did was to thank God for you. Yes, my love, it’s your birthday but the gift is mine, the fact that you exist is what really makes me happy and brings meaning to my life. On this special day I would like to tell you that all I wish for you is that you share this happiness.&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to give you peace, tranquility, joy and “endless hugs, kisses and cuddles…” Jaanu, I want all the best for you and that I may give you the best in me, all my love, my devotion to your happiness,my comforting embrace and warmest kisses. You can always count on me, not just today, but every single day, month, year… every single birthday from now on. You can always count on me because I love you and I want this love to withstand any difficulties we may have to face.&lt;br /&gt;As I said in the beginning, it’s your birthday but the gift is mine. I’m the one who feels like the luckiest person in the world on this day when the world looks even more beautiful for today we celebrate another year in your life, and you’re one of the many wonders God has created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very warm heartfelt wish from&lt;br /&gt;Your Loving Wife&lt;br /&gt;Falu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-4867031422774426960?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/4867031422774426960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=4867031422774426960' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/4867031422774426960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/4867031422774426960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy Birthday to you!!!'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_19QMBjIhctY/Rvk2B5LbfrI/AAAAAAAAACU/96PzuXo2f7U/s72-c/S4020559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-374850458423034383</id><published>2007-08-30T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T18:32:51.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bhaishri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>A Golden Icon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_19QMBjIhctY/RtdE-jxO56I/AAAAAAAAABs/oJOXaj6rloY/s1600-h/bhaishri%2520(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_19QMBjIhctY/RtdE-jxO56I/AAAAAAAAABs/oJOXaj6rloY/s320/bhaishri%2520(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104624544192063394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time true love, devotion, faith, optimism, strength all in their respective superlatives got together for a meeting. The agenda of the meeting was 'how to increase our saleability' coz these days no one is interested in any of the above. They came up with many ideas, suggestions but nothing worked. Then at the end they decided to see God for help. After praying incessantly for years, God heard their prayers and blessed them with someone who would become a house for all the positivites on the face of earth. And hence "Bhaishri" was born. A person who is God's best signature, who loves God, life, people......Lives his life to the fullest and inspires everybody who meets him to do the same. He is the most impressive person I have met in my life. I really admire him for his courage, strength,his power to smile in the worst of situations and not only that, also find out the positive in that situation and accept it very gracefully as he always says "har kshan prabhu ka prasad hai, iska nir-aadar mat karo" He has this amazing ability to steal your heart away how much ever you try to save it from him with his talks, his smile, his inspiring words, his charming personality, pleasant aura and most of the times with his silence. Also he has this awe-inspiring ability of making each and every person feel very special irrespective of their age and varied backgrounds....He can talk business to a business man, computers to an engineer, medicines to a doctor, brands to an advertiser, games to a child, friends and ethics to a teenager, social work and life to an age old and God to a devotee! &lt;br /&gt;I do not have the ability to write well and pour my heart out...but am sure even if I could do so, I wouldn't have been able to express my love and gratitude for this icon who becomes 'golden' today...31st August 2007 marks the golden birth anniversary of this self-illuminating, illusturous and the BEST human being on earth. So lets celebrate, rejoice and act towards becoming the one he would LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-374850458423034383?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/374850458423034383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=374850458423034383' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/374850458423034383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/374850458423034383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2007/08/golden-icon.html' title='A Golden Icon'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_19QMBjIhctY/RtdE-jxO56I/AAAAAAAAABs/oJOXaj6rloY/s72-c/bhaishri%2520(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-1262067743708571542</id><published>2007-08-16T19:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T19:29:34.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Hilarious!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="435" height="429" data="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46a8f95380ba919f/46c4dd116ab0d7cf/46a8f95380ba919f/e8fc1590/movie_id/120992" id="W46c4dd116ab0d7cf" allowScriptAccess="always" allowNetworking="all" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46a8f95380ba919f/46c4dd116ab0d7cf/46a8f95380ba919f/e8fc1590/movie_id/120992" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-1262067743708571542?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/1262067743708571542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=1262067743708571542' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/1262067743708571542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/1262067743708571542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-hilarious.html' title='This is Hilarious!!!!!'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-2131991397057303581</id><published>2007-08-15T10:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T10:26:51.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look-alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/11/87/12/118712_238367fcb03c64wx2j8t51.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-2131991397057303581?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/2131991397057303581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=2131991397057303581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/2131991397057303581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/2131991397057303581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-celebrity-look-alikes.html' title='My Celebrity Look-alikes'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-986413260453026784</id><published>2007-08-09T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:09:11.203-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21st century'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innocence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Generation - X</title><content type='html'>Just recently I was chatting with my girlfriend back home, remembering childhood days. Days filled with innocence, love, purity of heart and mind. This got us discussing the child of 21st century. We keep wondering as to what is wrong with the child today? Why do they act so maturely? Where is their innocence lost?? I got my nephew (5 years old) back home a v-tech superman laptop thinking he would jump over  with joy and excitement receiving this wonderful gift. Surprisingly his response was very cold! No excitement, no fun, no amazement!! All that I heard from his was "thanks masi, but please next time get me a real one, not a toy"....Oh! my goodness...I was stunned. Where did he learn all this from?? Is it too much of TV or is it that we as parents give our child lesser time compared to how much our parents gave us? I don't remember possessing any play stations and nintendos as a child. All we knew was playing kho-kho, peekaboo, color-color so on and so forth. We used to watch the clock tick 6.00 pm so that we can play with our friends. Those days and memories are still so dear to us and have somewhere helped us become what and how we are today. &lt;br /&gt;Unless we as parents do not snatch away those play stations and  nintendos from our children and help them become more socially and physically active, will it be possible for them to grow, communicate and connect with others. Their future is indeed in our hands! &lt;br /&gt;Poet Ernestine Northover expresses the same thought very beautifully in his poem "Childhood - The 21st Century" as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood - The 21st Century&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;How advanced they are, these children of the future, &lt;br /&gt;Like small adults, within their tiny frames, &lt;br /&gt;They grow up in a fast 'speed driven' culture, &lt;br /&gt;Where 'learning pressures' change their kind of games, &lt;br /&gt;Where is their childhood, in all this hurly burly, &lt;br /&gt;Where is their pure untainted view of things, &lt;br /&gt;Why do they have to grow so old, so early, &lt;br /&gt;And lose the joy that only childhood brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our childhood was filled with thoughts of joy and gladness, &lt;br /&gt;We lived our lives, oblivious to the world&lt;br /&gt;And all the hardships, wars, the grief and sadness, &lt;br /&gt;We stood, waiting for our lives to be unfurled.&lt;br /&gt;We had time to grow, and gain an understanding, &lt;br /&gt;Of each new phase, each change along the way, &lt;br /&gt;As we grew slowly, our senses all expanding, &lt;br /&gt;So with clarity, we slowly changed our play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a framework on which to build and flourish, &lt;br /&gt;Slow and steady, this was no rushed affair, &lt;br /&gt;Taking each step, then step by step to nourish, &lt;br /&gt;Our childhood, so finally adulthood we would share.&lt;br /&gt;What will become, of these 'New Century' learners, &lt;br /&gt;I doubt if they, a dreamy childhood see, &lt;br /&gt;Will they then tell to all those bright discerners&lt;br /&gt;Of their own, how they remembered their childhood to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end with this wonderful message:&lt;br /&gt;Dance as though no one is watching you, sing as though no one can hear you, Love as though you've never been hurt, and live as though heaven is on earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-986413260453026784?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/986413260453026784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=986413260453026784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/986413260453026784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/986413260453026784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2007/08/generation-x.html' title='Generation - X'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-1705267372782979278</id><published>2007-08-08T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:10:29.938-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky diving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure. free fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><title type='text'>My First FLYING Experience!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_19QMBjIhctY/RrqFgnWSPCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xPjrk3-ZUIM/s1600-h/IMG_6492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_19QMBjIhctY/RrqFgnWSPCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xPjrk3-ZUIM/s320/IMG_6492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096532723687898146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jumping is fun! Skydiving is not just falling; it is flying—the closest we have been able to come to free, unencumbered, non-mechanical individual flight," says Mike Turoff in the book The Skydiver's Handbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree with him because skydiving provides the maximum liberty that one can ever experience. In this post, I'd like to describe to you my first jump in order to show you how much fun skydiving is.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I learned about skydiving from my dear friends who have sky dived recently. Their video was mesmerising! When I told G about it, he also expressed interest and next I knew was we were on our way to our first FREE FALL Adventure ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching an hour late than the reserved time, we ended up waiting for more five long hours. We were shown a DVD warning us what we were about to experience and were asked to sign our lives out (waivers) stating the clauses of death warning and "no sue" deeds. Man! that was tough. When our name was called, we went in for training on how to fly. Then came the gear-up part! We put on our diving overalls, altimeters which are used to watch the altitude during the skydive,and goggles. Instructors put over their parachutes. Next step was to board the airplane which would take us 13000 feet high!! It was a big airplane with capacity of about 20 people. I was sitting right between my instructor and my camera woman. They were all asking me if I was feeling worried or scared. I wasn't. At that point, not at all. G was very excited and had cheered me up before even entering the airplane. My camera woman was sweet enough to talk to me continuously so that I feel comfortable. She would encourage me to watch the altimeter myself and say when was I ready to fly. My whole attention was on G who was all charged up and excited. He was well aware what he was going to experience in a few minutes would be the most memorable moments of his whole life. Our only concern was that we were flying at 7.00 pm in the evening and it had started getting darker and darker. So the videos and pictures would not be that great and clear. And that's exactly what happened. But we couldnt afford flying for the first time and possessing no digital memory of the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, all the altimeters were saying thirteen thousand feet. The instructors opened the door. I felt the cold air touching me and encouraging me to come in its arms. I gathered courage and as soon as I started nearing the door, I realised G was ahead of me and it was his chance first to dive. In no time he flew off with his instructor and disappeared in the clouds in no time. Now, that's what psyched me off. I could have seen anyone else but him dive.....I can't express how nerve-wracking that sight was!!! &lt;br /&gt;However, it was my chance now. I neared the door, took my positon as directed by my instructor and next I knew was, I' am flying...like a bird, freeeeee!! Those were the most interesting and enjoyable seconds that I have ever experienced. After a while, after about the first ten seconds, I could see my camera woman filming my free fall.There was no longer any sense of falling and speed. It was mostly like floating in the air and hearing the wind deep in your ears. My instructors were holding on me in case of any emergencies, but luckily there were none. :) I thoroughly enjoyed those fifty seconds of my free fall and they are indeed the most memorable moments in my life. After dropping down to about 5000 feet, my instructor unlocked the parachute with a warning which I was too busy flying to understand. The parachute experience was also very good but slow. Sudden fall in speed decreased my interest in flying with a parachute. After about 5-7 minutes of parachuting, we landed on the ground safely. &lt;br /&gt;Both me and G had an amazing experience and are looking forward for an opportunity to sky dive again. The videos and pictures of this beautiful experience are one of our most valued possessions now. It always wonderful to know, see and believe that we can fly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know how Hanumanji feels! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to give one more personal message: Skydiving is a must-do activity, and everyone must try it at least once in his or her life. I guarantee you that it will be an unforgettable experience for you, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-1705267372782979278?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/1705267372782979278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=1705267372782979278' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/1705267372782979278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/1705267372782979278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-first-flying-experience.html' title='My First FLYING Experience!'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_19QMBjIhctY/RrqFgnWSPCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xPjrk3-ZUIM/s72-c/IMG_6492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-6932045695258596363</id><published>2007-08-04T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T22:58:28.795-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Happy Friendship Day!</title><content type='html'>"Friend"...wow...this word itself is so soothing to both the ears and the heart. :) I personally believe that if you are lucky you make somebody your friend, but if you are the luckiest, someone befriends you coz your friend is someone who knows everything about you, and still likes you. Now that's not easy, isnt it?? Its really difficult to know the physical,cultural,characterial limitations of somebody and still accept them and love them for what they are...I am the luckiest to have friends like you who accepted me for what I was and help me become what I am capable of becoming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herez something interesting for all of you :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship Recipe&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup of Friendly Words &lt;br /&gt;2 Heaping Cups of Understanding &lt;br /&gt;4 Heaping Tsp. of Time and Patience &lt;br /&gt;A Pinch of Warm Personality &lt;br /&gt;A Dash of Humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measure Words Carefully. &lt;br /&gt;Add Heaping Cup Of Understanding. &lt;br /&gt;Use Generous Amounts Of Time And Patience. &lt;br /&gt;Cook On The Front Burner &lt;br /&gt;But Keep Temperature Low: Do Not Boil. &lt;br /&gt;Add Generous Dash Of Humor &lt;br /&gt;And A Pinch Of Warm Personality. &lt;br /&gt;Season To Taste With Spice Of Life. &lt;br /&gt;Serve In Individual Molds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The only way to have a friend is to be one' &lt;br /&gt;   - Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-6932045695258596363?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/6932045695258596363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=6932045695258596363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/6932045695258596363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/6932045695258596363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-friendship-day.html' title='Happy Friendship Day!'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-1192124221554873851</id><published>2007-08-02T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T22:59:17.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>A Relationship with Self</title><content type='html'>Last night when I sat for my regular meditation suddenly a thought entered my mind. What is a relationship? How are we connected to one another? Are we together for some purpose? Surely there has to be some reason why God made us all meet each other and get closer. Why those ‘particular’ parents, friends, colleagues, superiors so on and so forth… We are all destined to fulfill our duties and play our roles well agreed, but hey! Do we know who we are? Are we the same when we are with our parents at home watching TV as compared to when with friends at a party or a college canteen? Do we behave in a similar manner with our youngest sibling as compared to that with an elder? If we dive more into this thought we come across a fact, we are different people at different times! We play multiple roles and therefore have multiple personalities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day before yesterday one of my coworker came in to collect some documents from me. We were sitting on the couch and discussing something till my younger sister came in with her friends. She and her friends wanted to watch some TV show and asked us to leave the room. Having politely told her to give us 5 more minutes she refused and we ended up in a tiff. I ended that conversation with my sister somehow; swearing will never see her again. Got back with my coworker who keeps on praising me incessantly for some strange reason and forgot if something had happened till the time my sister came in again and grumbled, “You can talk nicely with her but never with me. You are so bad”. This struck me hard. Just a second before my coworker was praising me and the very next moment my own sister comes in and complains. You see this difference? Being the same me, two different people had two different opinions about me. I am sure this happens with one and all. Is it the situation that is to be blamed or our mind-set, our mood or our perception? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two things: what am I really and what others think I am? &lt;br /&gt;Am I “good” as my coworker thinks or am I “bad” as my sister believes? Am I “nervous” as that guy believes or am I “friendly” and “extrovert” as my friend sees me? Or am I beyond all this perceptions? Well this is life! The search of the real “I”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-1192124221554873851?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/1192124221554873851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=1192124221554873851' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/1192124221554873851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/1192124221554873851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2007/08/relationship-with-self.html' title='A Relationship with Self'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-1360468811725386458</id><published>2007-08-02T16:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T22:59:58.179-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='values'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dignity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Is work worth it???</title><content type='html'>Last night I attended a reunion party where I learnt a ‘growing trend’ that’s making news all over the place; Sex at work! With increasing job avenues also increases the need for safety and protection of the working population. Studying further one finds many reasons for such a behavior like easy way to succeed and climb up the ladder, part of the job, financial instability, to get a breakthrough, weakening of the family structure, changing social and family scenario, compulsion, fun, and sometimes free will sadly. Also changing public attitudes towards sex and morality, growth of sex tourism, the entertainment industry, pornography in print, electronic and cyber media are some of the important factors which aggravate the growth of such disgraceful activities. The percentage of such filth is increasing and getting more serious in nature by every new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Forcing someone to get involved physically is not only unethical but also illegal harming that person physically, emotionally and psychologically. Sexual exploitation is undoubtedly one of the most reprehensible and heinous crimes perpetrated against humanity, but the pace at which world is today is it really so deadly? We cannot clap single handedly. Nowadays both men and women are willingly participating in such acts. Most women use their charms to get things easy at the work place thereby digging their own grave unknowingly. Because of a variety of reasons including non-reporting and secrecy there is no clear estimate about the magnitude of the problem yet. By all account in recent years the problem has only worsened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the kind of society we are looking forward at? Aren’t we here to make world a better and a safer place to live in where all are human-like and not animal –like? It’s highly disturbing and unnerving to learn the fact that despite of hours of hard work and years of our life spent in earning those pay checks we keep our lives and self respect at stake so easily! I always thought we work in groups to only make things easier and achieve more targets through collective sincere efforts. Sadly now gone are the days when working together meant good ‘money’ business! Nowadays it’s increasingly some ‘other’ business.  Can we not shun our animal instincts and behave like human that we are, for once? If this is our present we can all imagine how terrifying will be our child’s future. Everyone is behind a mask of an animal that hungers for sex. Only exalting our spirits and getting in terms with the facts in life is going to save us truly. People who have undergone such a trauma in life should voice their experiences without any social stigma and we all should collectively empathize with the victim and get the sinner punished. By doing this not only will we share the pain of the victim but will also warn other wannabe sinners to mind their attitudes. Building self-confidence, motivation to be vocal and expressive, brave and daring and installing moral values like self-respect, truth, honesty etc. can act as great preventive measures and thereby assuring no willing participation in such a crime.  Moreover people armed with strong family support and trust seems to indulge less in such shameful activities. Also educating the working population, the evils of such obnoxious behavior is imperative. It is extremely important that in our busy schedule we find sometime for ourselves and indulge into glorifying practices like yoga, meditation and so on to reduce our stress and excitement levels and help us gain control over our body and mind. Its high time now for us to be capable to gauge the sinister aura that haunts our surrounding, exerting a corrupt and baleful influence. Also parents and employers should take serious notice of this issue and suggest preventive measures to avoid the situation tactfully and with courage (ie.If they themselves aren’t involved in any such offence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If the victims raise their voices, the sinners understand the ill effects of their shameful acts and if the society empathizes and rises to help one another rather than blowing things out of proportion can one hope a safer future for themselves as well as their children. “Prevention is better than cure” goes the popular adage, but how much of it is really practiced, is a question unanswered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-1360468811725386458?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/1360468811725386458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=1360468811725386458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/1360468811725386458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/1360468811725386458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2007/08/is-work-worth-it.html' title='Is work worth it???'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-2931520800707036615</id><published>2007-08-02T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:00:51.075-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brand'/><title type='text'>Advertising -  'IT'</title><content type='html'>Is Advertising only related to 'product' life cycles?? do these products necessarily have to be targeted to the consumer markets??? No, I don't think so. Just a couple of years ago, I was full time into advertising brands like MTNL, Maruti Suzuki, SBI and so on and I enjoyed doing that thoroughly. But now, I am no more a "Brand Manager" in an advertising firm, no more work with an advertising agency....does this imply that I am not into advertising any more?? All my love for advertising, whatever little knowledge I had about it, is all waste??? No! No!!&lt;br /&gt;I now manage an IT recruitment company. I market engineers rather than products. Make their career cycles rather than product life cycles....create a unique identity for them as I would for any product that comes across my desk. I make them capable of facing the interviews, expressing themselves and their skills at their very best and help them be more confident about themselves. I make them saleable to the employer who in this case happens to be my target audience. I too study the whole market scenario, do my research, SWOT analysis, formulate a marketing strategy and so on to present my product "an engineer" to the market and ensure its promised performance and productivity. It gives me immense pleasure and satisfaction when my 'brand' is a HIT in the market and sells like hot-cakes. I somewhere feel... Yes! the advertiser within me is still alive...I can still sell, create a brand!&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong?? Am I just trying to make the little advertiser within me feel good, feel alive?? or is it that I have really not lost touch and just that my product and target audience has changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will appreciate your feedback.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-2931520800707036615?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/2931520800707036615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=2931520800707036615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/2931520800707036615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/2931520800707036615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2007/08/advertising-it.html' title='Advertising -  &apos;IT&apos;'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-3461624196524383532</id><published>2007-07-24T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T11:33:27.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>सो स्वीट !!</title><content type='html'>वासलादी.कॉम, मोर्पीछ.कॉम&lt;br /&gt;डॉट कॉम वृन्दावन आखू&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मारा कृष्ण जी नि वेबसाइट इटली विशाल&lt;br /&gt;केवा केवा नाम ऐना &lt;span class=""&gt;राखु&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मीरा नु नाम लौ तो राधा रिसाय एनू &lt;span class=""&gt;शु &lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;विरही गोपी टाईप कर्ता फ्लोपी भिन्जाय तेनु शु ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आ कविता मे क्या वाचेली...अने घनी गमी गयी...कवि नी संवेदनशीलता नु खूबज सरस दर्शन छे.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-3461624196524383532?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/3461624196524383532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=3461624196524383532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/3461624196524383532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/3461624196524383532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='सो स्वीट !!'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-3099505751217847575</id><published>2007-07-22T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T15:53:33.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zara Sochiye!</title><content type='html'>Kisi ke kaam jo aaye&lt;br /&gt;use insaan kehte hain&lt;br /&gt;paraya dard apnaye&lt;br /&gt;use insaan kehte hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agar galti rulati hai&lt;br /&gt;to raahen bhi dikha ti hai&lt;br /&gt;manuj galti ka putla hai&lt;br /&gt;jo aksar ho hi jaati hai&lt;br /&gt;par jo karle theek galti ko&lt;br /&gt;use insaan kehte hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun bharne ko to duniya mein&lt;br /&gt;pashu bhi pet bharte hain&lt;br /&gt;bas ek jo baant ke khaye&lt;br /&gt;use insaan kehte hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh duniya ek manzar hai&lt;br /&gt;kahin dhokha kahin thokar&lt;br /&gt;koi has has ke jeeta hai&lt;br /&gt;koi jeeta hai ro ro kar&lt;br /&gt;jo gir ke fir sambhal jaaye&lt;br /&gt;use insaan kehte hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisi ke kaam jo aaye&lt;br /&gt;use insaan kehte hain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-3099505751217847575?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/3099505751217847575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=3099505751217847575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/3099505751217847575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/3099505751217847575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2007/07/zara-sochiye.html' title='Zara Sochiye!'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-9016858764484650112</id><published>2007-07-20T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:06:20.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>When love glows, it is Bliss&lt;br /&gt;When love flows, it is Compassion&lt;br /&gt;When love blows, it is Anger&lt;br /&gt;When love ferments, it is Jealousy&lt;br /&gt;When love is all no's, it is Hatred&lt;br /&gt;When love acts, it is Perfection&lt;br /&gt;When love knows, it is "ME"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-9016858764484650112?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/9016858764484650112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=9016858764484650112' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/9016858764484650112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/9016858764484650112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2007/07/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-8867978863572272016</id><published>2007-07-20T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T12:28:01.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>I stopped believing in Santa Claus when my mother took me to see him in a department store, and he asked for my autograph.           -- Shirley Temple&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-8867978863572272016?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/8867978863572272016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=8867978863572272016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/8867978863572272016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/8867978863572272016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2007/07/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-9130272940089552475</id><published>2007-07-19T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:41:29.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the ice</title><content type='html'>19th july 2007.....wow....finally the day came when I decided to take out time for myself and finally create a blog. As a child I always was made to believe that penning our thoughts down on a piece of paper will help us become more detailed, articulate and will help us grow in life. I remember making a diary then, writing every night before going to bed what I did the whole day. New people, new experiences everything.......As and when I grew somehow lost link. Started believing that there is something that cannot be written or shared but only felt. I was so wrong.....So many years have now passed by and I have met so many new people, had so many amazinggggggg as well as bad experiences that have helped me grow in life....But coz I left writing it all down.....the power of sharing and now reliving those experiences has lowered down....but I am bucking up... :D&lt;br /&gt;Hope to write regularly now.....without feeling insecured. All charged.... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-9130272940089552475?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/9130272940089552475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=9130272940089552475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/9130272940089552475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/9130272940089552475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2007/07/breaking-ice.html' title='Breaking the ice'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-1482008962526337918</id><published>2007-07-19T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:18:16.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the day</title><content type='html'>Love is not a state of mind, it is a supreme state of existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-1482008962526337918?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/1482008962526337918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=1482008962526337918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/1482008962526337918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/1482008962526337918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2007/07/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the day'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042622241608276653.post-5690535742235834995</id><published>2007-07-19T18:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:02:26.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khalil gibran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='americans'/><title type='text'>Belief - the most valuable possession</title><content type='html'>I believe in you, and I believe in your destiny.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you are contributors to this new civilization.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you have inherited from your forefathers an ancient dream, a song, a prophecy, which you can proudly lay as a gift of gratitude upon the lap of America.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you can say to the founders of this great nation, "Here I am, a youth, a young tree whose roots were plucked from the hills of Lebanon, yet I am deeply rooted here, and I would be fruitful."&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that you can say to Abraham Lincoln, the blessed, "Jesus of Nazareth touched your lips when you spoke, and guided your hand when you wrote; and I shall uphold all that you have said and all that you have written."&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you can say to Emerson and Whitman and James, "In my veins runs the blood of the poets and wise men of old, and it is my desire to come to you and receive, but I shall not come with empty hands."&lt;br /&gt;I believe that even as your fathers came to this land to produce riches, you were born here to produce riches by intelligence, by labor.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that it is in you to be good citizens.&lt;br /&gt;And what is it to be a good citizen?&lt;br /&gt;It is to acknowledge the other person's rights before asserting your own, but always to be conscious of your own.&lt;br /&gt;It is to be free in word and deed, but it is also to know that your freedom is subject to the other person's freedom.&lt;br /&gt;It is to create the useful and the beautiful with your own hands, and to admire what others have created in love and with faith.&lt;br /&gt;It is to produce by labor and only by labor, and to spend less than you have produced that your children may not be dependent upon the state for support when you are no more.&lt;br /&gt;It is to stand before the towers of New York and Washington, Chicago and San Francisco saying in your heart, "I am the descendant of a people that builded Damascus and Byblos, and Tyre and Sidon and Antioch, and now I am here to build with you, and with a will."&lt;br /&gt;You should be proud of being an American, but you should also be proud that your fathers and mothers came from a land upon which God laid His gracious hand and raised His messengers.&lt;br /&gt;Young Americans of Syrian origin, I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;                    - Khalil Gibran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042622241608276653-5690535742235834995?l=falgunikatira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/feeds/5690535742235834995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042622241608276653&amp;postID=5690535742235834995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/5690535742235834995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042622241608276653/posts/default/5690535742235834995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falgunikatira.blogspot.com/2007/07/belief-most-valuable-possession.html' title='Belief - the most valuable possession'/><author><name>falguk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689426458776959775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
