<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of lolly</title><link>http://creativecorner.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of lolly</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>I, Me, Myself</title><description><![CDATA[<P>I got this mail today, with the subject, "Do not miss it, even by chance"</P><P>I was wondering what can it be which i can't afford to miss, But i am glad i read it. And I am sure you all will like it too.</P><P> </P><P><FONT face=Arial><FONT color=#000080>One day all the employees reached the office and they saw a big notice on the door on which was written:<BR><BR>'Yesterday the person who has been hindering your growth in this company passed away. We invite you to join the funeral in the room that has been prepared in the gym'.<BR><BR>In the beginning, they all got sad for the death of one of their colleagues, but after a while they started getting curious to know who was that man who hindered the growth of his colleagues and the company itself. The excitement in the gym was such that security agents were ordered to control the crowd within the room.<BR><BR>The more people reached the coffin, the more the excitement heated up. Everyone thought: 'Who is this guy who was hindering my progress? Well, at least he died!'. One by one the thrilled employees got closer to the coffin, and when they looked inside it they suddenly became speechless. They stood nearby the coffin, shocked and in silence, as if someone had touched the deepest part of their soul. There was a mirror inside the coffin: everyone who looked inside it could see himself.<BR><BR>There was also a sign next to the mirror that said:<BR><BR></FONT><STRONG><FONT color=#000000>'There is only one person who is capable to set limits to your growth: it is YOU. </FONT></STRONG></FONT></P><DIV><EM style="FONT-STYLE: normal"><STRONG><FONT face=Arial>You are the only person who can revolutionize your life. </FONT></STRONG></EM></DIV><DIV><EM style="FONT-STYLE: normal"><FONT face=Arial><STRONG>You are the only person who can influence your happiness, your realization and your success. </STRONG></FONT></EM></DIV><DIV><EM style="FONT-STYLE: normal"><FONT face=Arial><STRONG>You are the only person who can help yourself. </STRONG></FONT></EM></DIV><DIV><EM style="FONT-STYLE: normal"><FONT face=Arial><STRONG>Your life does not change when your boss changes, when your friends change, when your parents change, when your partner changes, when your company changes,when mkt turns bullish. </STRONG></FONT></EM></DIV><DIV><EM style="FONT-STYLE: normal"><FONT face=Arial><STRONG>Your life changes when YOU change, when you go beyond your limiting beliefs, </STRONG></FONT></EM></DIV><DIV><EM style="FONT-STYLE: normal"><FONT face=Arial><STRONG>when you realize that you are the only one responsible(not the mkt) for your life. </STRONG></FONT></EM></DIV><DIV><EM style="FONT-STYLE: normal"><FONT face=Arial color=#000080><FONT color=#800000><STRONG><FONT color=#000000>'The most important relationship you can have is the one you have with yourself'<BR></FONT></STRONG><BR></FONT>Examine yourself, watch yourself. </FONT></EM></DIV><DIV><EM style="FONT-STYLE: normal"><FONT face=Arial color=#000080>Don't be afraid of difficulties, impossibilities and losses(<FONT color=#0000ff>in the mkt</FONT>): be a winner, build yourself and your reality. </FONT></EM></DIV><DIV><EM><FONT face=Arial color=#000080>It's the way you face Life that makes the difference.</FONT></EM></DIV><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home8/473/eeee1867e82923cedfdcedd999e79e6e/homep/images/1205418296">]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2008 19:46:56 +0530</pubDate><link>http://creativecorner.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/13/I-Me-Myself-1.html</link></item><item><title>Women</title><description><![CDATA[<P>Hi there all ilanders, I have been trying to post this blog for the last two days but couldn't because of some in uploading this image. I have designed this graphic and would like your comments. This is dedicated to all the women.</P><BR><P>Last night there was this program on women's hosted by barkha on NDTV.  If it is <BR>re-telecasted again I would suggest all to watch it. Good questions wer raised and there was healthy discussions.</P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home8/473/eeee1867e82923cedfdcedd999e79e6e/homep/images/1205144255">]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 15:28:54 +0530</pubDate><link>http://creativecorner.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/10/Women.html</link></item><item><title>Valentine's Day</title><description><![CDATA[<FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#cc33cc size=6>HI! Ilanders Wish you all a very happy Valentine's Day</FONT>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 13:48:46 +0530</pubDate><link>http://creativecorner.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/02/14/Valentine-s-Day.html</link></item><item><title>Questions</title><description><![CDATA[<P>Well after a long time i am writing,</P><P>Suppose your are sitting and relaxing in your veranda and the passerby ask you 'sitting?'</P><P>They can see you are sitting and relaxing and still they ask you</P><P>co-incidently i got this mail and agree with everything stated in it</P><P>well here is it,</P><DIV><U><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#0080ff size=5><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: rgb(0,128,255)">10 most stupid questions people usually ask in obvious situations. </SPAN></FONT></U><FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><BR><BR>1. At the movies: When you meet acquaintances/friends...<B><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><BR>Stupid Question:-</SPAN></B><BR>Hey, what are you doing here? <B><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><BR>Answer:-</SPAN></B><BR>Dont u know, I sell tickets in black over here..</SPAN></FONT><U><FONT color=blue><SPAN style="COLOR: blue"><BR></SPAN></FONT></U><FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><BR>2. In the bus: A heavy lady wearing pointed high-heeled shoes steps on your feet... <B><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><BR>Stupid Question:-</SPAN></B><BR>Sorry, did that hurt?<B><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><BR>Answer:-</SPAN></B><BR>No, not at all, I'm on local anesthesia.....why don't you try again. </SPAN></FONT><U><FONT color=blue><SPAN style="COLOR: blue"><BR></SPAN></FONT></U><FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><BR>3. At a funeral: One of the teary-eyed people ask... <B><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><BR>Stupid Question:-</SPAN></B><BR>Why, why him, of all people.<B><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><BR>Answer:-</SPAN></B><BR>Why? Would it rather have been you?</SPAN></FONT><U><FONT color=blue> <SPAN style="COLOR: blue"><BR></SPAN></FONT></U><FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><BR>4. At a restaurant: When you ask the waiter <B><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><BR>Stupid Question:-</SPAN></B><BR>Is ! the "Butter Paneer Masala" dish good??<B><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><BR>Answer:-</SPAN></B><BR>No, its terrible and made of adulterated cement. We occasionally also spit in it. </SPAN></FONT><U><FONT color=blue><SPAN style="COLOR: blue"><BR></SPAN></FONT></U><FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><BR>5. at a family get-together: When some distant aunt meets you after years... <B><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><BR>Stupid Question:-<BR>Munna, Chickoo, you've become so big.<BR>Answer:-</SPAN></B><BR>Well you haven't particularly shrunk yourself.</SPAN></FONT><U><FONT color=blue><SPAN style="COLOR: blue"> <BR></SPAN></FONT></U><A onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.incredimail.com/index.asp?lang=9&version=4502068&aff_id=100&addon=IncrediMail&id=95202&guid=77F5EBD9-8ED2-4CBA-9B42-630553060BC3" target=_blank></A><FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><BR>6. When a friend announces her wedding, and you ask...<B><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><BR>Stupid Question:-</SPAN></B><BR>Is the guy you're marrying good? <B><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><BR>Answer:-</SPAN></B><BR>No, he's a miserable wife-beating, insensitive lout...it's just the money. </SPAN></FONT><U><FONT color=blue><SPAN style="COLOR: blue"><BR></SPAN></FONT></U><FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><BR>7. When you get woken up at midnight by a phone call... <B><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><BR>Stupid Question:-</SPAN></B><BR>Sorry. Were you sleeping?<B><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><BR>Answer:-</SPAN></B><BR>No. I was doing research on whether the Zulu tribes in Africa marry or not. You thought I was sleeping....you dumb witted moron. </SPAN></FONT><U><FONT color=blue><SPAN style="COLOR: blue"><BR></SPAN></FONT></U><A onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.incredimail.com/index.asp?lang=9&version=4502068&aff_id=100&addon=IncrediMail&id=95202&guid=FA13E5A5-487B-4D06-8CBB-B77D6D67AF7C" target=_blank></A><FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><BR>8. When you see a friend/colleague with evidently shorter hair...<B><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><BR>Stupid Question:-</SPAN></B><BR>Hey have you had a haircut? <B><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><BR>Answer:-</SPAN></B><BR>No, its autumn and I'm shedding......</SPAN></FONT> </DIV><FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3></FONT><DIV><BR>9. At the dentist when he's sticking pointed objects in your mouth... <B><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><BR>Stupid Question:-</SPAN></B><BR>Tell me if it hurts?<B><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><BR>Answer:-</SPAN></B><BR>No it won't. It will just bleed.</SPAN></FONT><U><FONT color=blue> <SPAN style="COLOR: blue"><BR></SPAN></FONT></U><FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><BR>10. You are smoking a cigarette and a cute woman asks... <B><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><BR>Stupid Question:-</SPAN></B><BR>Oh, so you smoke.<B><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><BR>Answer:-</SPAN></B><BR>Gosh, it's a miracle .......it was a piece of chalk and now it's in flames!!! </SPAN></FONT></DIV><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home8/473/eeee1867e82923cedfdcedd999e79e6e/homep/images/1195375140">]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2007 14:07:38 +0530</pubDate><link>http://creativecorner.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/11/18/Questions.html</link></item><item><title>Death</title><description><![CDATA[<P><FONT face=Verdana><FONT size=2><STRONG><FONT color=#000080>~DEATH~</FONT></STRONG> </FONT></FONT></P><FONT face=Verdana size=2></FONT><FONT color=#000080><B><P><BR><FONT face=Verdana size=2>WHAT A WONDERFUL WAY TO EXPLAIN IT</FONT></B><FONT face=Verdana size=2> </FONT></FONT><FONT size=2><FONT face=Verdana><FONT color=#000080><B>!!!!!</B></FONT> </FONT></FONT></P><FONT size=2><FONT face=Verdana></FONT><P><BR><FONT face=Verdana color=#000080><B>A sick man turned to his doctor,</B></FONT><FONT face=Arial> <B></B></FONT></FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#000080><B><BR><FONT size=2>as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said,</FONT></B></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2> </FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#000080><B><BR><FONT size=2>"Doctor, I am afraid to die.</FONT></B></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2> </FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#000080><B><BR><FONT size=2>Tell me what lies on the other side."</FONT></B></FONT><FONT size=2><FONT face=Verdana> </FONT><BR><FONT face=Verdana color=#000080><B>Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know." </B></FONT><BR><FONT face=Verdana color=#000080><B>"You don't know?</B></FONT> <FONT face=Arial></FONT></FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#000080><B><BR><FONT size=2>You, a religious man, do not know what is on the other side?" </FONT></B></FONT><BR><FONT size=2><FONT face=Verdana color=#000080><B>The doctor was holding the handle of the door; <BR>on the other side came a sound of scratching and whining,</B></FONT><FONT face=Verdana> </FONT></FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#000080><B><BR><FONT size=2>and as he opened the door,</FONT></B></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2> </FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#000080><B><BR><FONT size=2>a dog sprang into the room</FONT></B></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2> </FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#000080><B><BR><FONT size=2>and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness. </FONT></B></FONT><FONT face=Verdana></FONT><BR><FONT size=2><FONT face=Verdana color=#000080><B>Turning to the patient, the doctor said, <BR>"Did you notice my dog?</B></FONT><FONT face=Verdana> </FONT></FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#000080><B><BR><FONT size=2>He's never been in this room before.</FONT></B></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2> </FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#000080><B><BR><FONT size=2>He didn't know what was inside. </FONT></B></FONT><FONT face=Verdana></FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#000080><B><BR><FONT size=2>He knew nothing except that his master was here, <BR>and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear.</FONT></B></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2> </FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#000080><B><BR><FONT size=2>I know little of what is on the other side of death,</FONT></B></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2> </FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#000080><B><BR><FONT size=2>but I do know one thing... </FONT></B></FONT><FONT face=Verdana></FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#000080><B><BR><FONT size=2>I know my Master is there and that is enough."</FONT></B></FONT></P><P><STRONG><FONT face=Verdana color=#000080 size=2></FONT></STRONG> </P><P><STRONG><FONT face=Verdana color=#000080 size=2></FONT></STRONG> </P><P><STRONG><FONT face=Verdana color=#000080 size=2>I got this mail from a friend of mine and thought of sharing it with u all and i feel that this message doesn't mean that anyone knows what are the experiences after death.</FONT></STRONG></P>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2007 15:11:19 +0530</pubDate><link>http://creativecorner.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/08/22/Death.html</link></item><item><title>Law</title><description><![CDATA[<DIV><EM><SPAN style="COLOR: #003300; FONT-STYLE: normal"><FONT size=3><STRONG>Interesting Laws</STRONG><BR><BR>Law of queue: If you change queues, the one you have left will start to move faster than the one you are in now. </FONT></SPAN></EM><SPAN style="COLOR: #003300"><BR><BR><FONT size=3><EM><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: normal">Law of the Telephone: When you dial a wrong number, you never get an engaged tone. </SPAN></EM><BR><BR><EM><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: normal">Law of Mechanical Repair: After your hands become coated with grease, your nose will begin to itch. </SPAN></EM><BR><BR><EM><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: normal">Law of the Workshop: Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible corner. </SPAN></EM><BR><BR><EM><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: normal">Law of the Alibi: If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the next morning you will have a flat tire. </SPAN></EM><BR><BR><EM><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: normal">Bath THEOREM: When the body is immersed in water, the telephone rings. </SPAN></EM></FONT></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #003300"></SPAN></DIV><DIV><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #003300"><BR></SPAN><EM><SPAN style="COLOR: #003300; FONT-STYLE: normal"><FONT size=3>LAW OF ENCOUNTERS: The probability of meeting someone you know increases when you are with someone you don't want to be seen with. </FONT></SPAN></EM><SPAN style="COLOR: #003300"><BR><BR><FONT size=3><EM><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: normal">LAW of the RESULT: When you try to prove to someone that a machine won't work, it will! </SPAN></EM><BR><BR><EM><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: normal">LAW OF BIOMECHANICS: The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reach. </SPAN></EM><BR><BR><EM><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: normal">THEATRE RULE: People with the seats at the furthest from the aisle arrive last. </SPAN></EM><BR><BR><EM><SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: normal">LAW OF COFFEE: As soon as you sit down for a cup of hot coffee, your boss will ask you to do something which will last until the coffee is cold.</SPAN></EM></FONT></SPAN></DIV><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home8/473/eeee1867e82923cedfdcedd999e79e6e/homep/images/1184151637">]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2007 16:27:59 +0530</pubDate><link>http://creativecorner.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/07/11/Law.html</link></item><item><title>spice up life</title><description><![CDATA[A man goes to the monk and tells him <BR>"I wish to experience only good part of life, i dont want sadness, tears, sorrows, unhappiness. I want to be only HAPPY in my entire life, pray suggest what should i do to achieve that."<BR><BR>The monk thinks for a while and suggests him a remedy,<BR>"You have to cook rice for 2 weeks, but you should cook it with only salt and rice. And come back after 2 week."<BR><BR>The man does as he has been told, for a week he eats the rice quietly happily, but after a week he starts getting bored and comes back to the monk and complains to him "I can't eat salt and rice again and again for so many days".<BR><BR>The monk then tells him to do the same thing, "but this time use sugar instead of salt".<BR>The man feels sugar is better than salt so he goes happily, quite bored by same stuff he comes back within a week and complains to the monk the same thing as earlier,<BR><BR>This time the monk tells him to use everything he feels which will make the food tasty - salt, spices etc and eat different dish everyday. and now if you understand what i wanted to teach you then you don't need to come back here.<BR><BR>But the man returns... looking different this time, happy, content and cheerful.<BR>He comes to the monk and tells him "I wanted to be happy but now i know that problems, sadness happy moments are the spices of life and without the life is unbearable"<BR><BR><BR><BR>I believe, nothing is constant, whatever starts end.. there's always next time, next day. No one is entitled to have only happines or only sorrows.<BR>Enjoy the food called life with its spices<BR><BR><BR>this one is for the ilanders, i have seen some are crying for their love, some want only original stuff to read, some wants only jokes but i feel one should learn to accept life as it is.<BR><BR>If you don't like this post then feel free to criticize it, i accept whatever i get... cause its a part of life<br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home8/473/eeee1867e82923cedfdcedd999e79e6e/homep/images/1183543403">]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jul 2007 14:59:55 +0530</pubDate><link>http://creativecorner.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/07/04/spice-up.html</link></item><item><title>jokes</title><description><![CDATA[<FONT size=4><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"><FONT color=#ff4040>Boy: I'm not rich like Rahul, I don't even have a big car like Rahul, but I really Luv U!<BR><BR>Girl: I luv u too, but tell me more about Rahul. <BR><BR><BR></FONT>**************<BR><BR><BR></FONT></FONT><FONT size=4><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"><FONT color=#7f007f>It takes thousand workers 2 build a castle, Million soldiers 2 protect a country, but just One woman 2 make a Happy Home!<SCRIPT><!--D(["mb","\u003cbr\>\u003cbr\>Let&#39;s Thank... 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KAAMWALI BAI <BR><BR></FONT><BR>**************<BR><BR><BR></FONT></FONT><FONT size=4><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"><FONT color=#ff40ff>Angry boss: Tumne kabhi Ullu dekha hai?<BR><BR>Executive (sar jhukate hue): Nahin sir.<BR><BR>Boss: Niche kya dekh rahe ho ? Meri taraf dekho.<BR><BR><BR>**************<BR><BR><BR>Q: Agar do pipal ke Pedon ko ek rassi se bandh diya jaye to us rassi ko kya kahenge?<BR><BR>A: Us rassi ko bolengey NOKIA - Connecting pipal<BR><BR></FONT><BR>**************<BR><BR><BR></FONT></FONT><FONT size=4><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"><FONT color=#ff7f00>Ek yug tha jab log apne ghar ke dwar pe likhte the: ATITHI DEVO BHAVA<BR><BR>Phir likha: SHUBH LABH<BR><BR>Phir likhne lage: U R WELCOME<BR><BR>Aur ab likhte hain: KUTTON SE SAVDHAN<BR><BR></FONT><BR><BR>**************<BR><BR><BR></FONT></FONT><FONT size=4><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"><FONT color=#00bfbf>Khuda kare tujhe khushiyan hazaar mile, mujhse bhi achche yaar mile,<BR><BR>meri galfriend tujhe raakhi baandhe aur tujhe ek aur behan ka pyar mile<BR><BR><BR><BR>**************<BR><BR><BR>It takes 15 trees to produce the amount of paper that we use to write one exam. <BR><BR>Join us in promoting the noble cause of saving trees. SAY NO TO EXAMS<BR><BR></FONT><BR><BR>**************<BR><BR><BR></FONT></FONT><FONT size=4><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"><FONT color=#a94a76>Ek ladka ek ladki k saath baitha tha. 2nd day doosri ladki k saath deha gaya . <BR><BR>3rd day koi aur ladki thi. 4th day kisi nayi ladki ke saath tha<BR><BR>Moral: Ladkiyan badal jaati hain, ladke nahin badaltey<BR></FONT><BR><BR><BR>**************<BR><BR><BR></FONT></FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#8a9b55 size=4>Train mein TT Sadhu se bola: Kahan jana hai? <BR><BR>Sadhu: Jahan Ram ka janam hua tha.<BR><BR>TT: Ticket hai?<BR><BR>Sadhu: Nahin<BR><BR>TT: Chalo<BR><BR>Sadhu: Kahan?<BR><BR>TT: Jahan Krishan ka janam hua tha.. Jail mein</FONT>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jul 2007 22:02:31 +0530</pubDate><link>http://creativecorner.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/07/03/jokes.html</link></item><item><title>footsteps</title><description><![CDATA[A man goes for a walk everyday on the beach.<BR>He prays to god to be with him during good times and bad times.<BR><BR>While walking he sees two pairs of foot marks when he is having a good time, when he is happy.<BR>One his own and the other of God<BR><BR>But when he is going through problems, when he is sad he sees only his footsteps.<BR><BR>He asks god "why did you leave me when i needed you most".<BR><BR>God replies I have never left you, I am always there with you.<BR>Man ask god "How come then I don't see your footsteps now?"<BR><BR>That is because these are not your footsteps, these are mine. When you were happy I was walking along with you, But when you were sad i was carrying you in my arms.<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>This story is told to me by my friend years back and i believe each and every word of it.]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2007 17:52:08 +0530</pubDate><link>http://creativecorner.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/05/31/footsteps.html</link></item><item><title>conversation</title><description><![CDATA[This is a conversation between Husband &amp; Wife who are in Computer Field. <BR> <BR>HUSBAND:    Hi Dear, I am logged in. <BR>WIFE:              Would you like to have some snacks? <BR> <BR>HUSBAND:    Hard disk full. <BR>WIFE:              Have you brought the saree? <BR> <BR>HUSBAND:    Bad command or file name. <BR>WIFE:              But I told you about it in the morning! <BR> <BR>HUSBAND:    Syntax error, abort, retry, cancel. <BR>WIFE:              HAE BHAGAWAN! Forget it, where's your salary? <BR> <BR>HUSBAND:    File in use, read only. try after some time. <BR>WIFE:              Atleast give me your credit card, I can do some shopping. <BR> <BR>HUSBAND:    Sharing violation, access denied. <BR>WIFE:              I made a mistake in marrying you! <BR> <BR>HUSBAND:    Data type mismatch. <BR>WIFE:              You are useless! <BR> <BR>HUSBAND:    By default. <BR>WIFE:              Who was there with you in the car this morning? <BR> <BR>HUSBAND:    System unstable. Press ctrl, alt, del to reboot. <BR>WIFE:              What is my value in your life? <BR> <BR>HUSBAND:    Unknown virus detected. <BR>WIFE:              Do you love me or your computer?! <BR> <BR>HUSBAND:    Too many parameters.  <BR>WIFE:              I will go to my dad's house! <BR> <BR>HUSBAND:    Program performed illegal operation, it will close. <BR>WIFE:              I will leave you forever! <BR><BR>HUSBAND:    Close all programs and log out for another user. <BR>WIFE:              It's worthless talking to you! <BR><BR>HUSBAND:    Shut down the computer. <BR>WIFE:              I am going!!! <BR><BR>HUSBAND:    It is now safe to turn off your computer. <BR> <BR>Hope you enjoy this.....]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2007 12:57:03 +0530</pubDate><link>http://creativecorner.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/05/19/conversation.html</link></item></channel></rss>