<?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-15070860</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:12:01.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goldensky..................</title><subtitle type='html'>Kierkegaard
"Life can only be understood backwards, but must be lived forwards".</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-115609824547126509</id><published>2006-08-20T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T11:24:05.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival came by my Town Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carnival came by my town today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will never knowcause you will never showcome on and love me nowcome on and love me now&lt;br /&gt;Carnival came by my town todaybright lights from giant wheelsfall on the alleywaysand I’m hereby my doorwaiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I will never knowcause you will never showcome on and love me nowcome on and love me now&lt;br /&gt;I here sounds of loversbarrel organs, mothersI would like to take youdown therejust to make you minein a merry-go-round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-115609824547126509?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/115609824547126509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=115609824547126509' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/115609824547126509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/115609824547126509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/08/carnival-came-by-my-town-today.html' title='Carnival came by my Town Today'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-115563443188740176</id><published>2006-08-15T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T02:33:51.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sade - Every Word&lt;br /&gt;(Love is what the word was)&lt;br /&gt;I saw a picture&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so careless&lt;br /&gt;How could you have done that to us&lt;br /&gt;And I write this letter&lt;br /&gt;I send it all back to you&lt;br /&gt;And every word you said&lt;br /&gt;[1] – In there every word, oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;How could you have done that to us&lt;br /&gt;You treated me like a stranger&lt;br /&gt;And all the time I was loving you&lt;br /&gt;All your slick moves&lt;br /&gt;They were once innocent moves&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to look up to you&lt;br /&gt;I really trusted you&lt;br /&gt;And every word you said&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 1]&lt;br /&gt;(Love is what the word was)&lt;br /&gt;[2] – I was loving you like a child&lt;br /&gt;All the time you were smiling&lt;br /&gt;The same smile&lt;br /&gt;I was loving you like a child&lt;br /&gt;I really trusted you&lt;br /&gt;Every word you said&lt;br /&gt;Every word you said&lt;br /&gt;(Love is what the word was)&lt;br /&gt;Every word you said&lt;br /&gt;Every word you said&lt;br /&gt;(Love is what the word was)&lt;br /&gt;(Love is what the word was)&lt;br /&gt;Every word you said&lt;br /&gt;Every word you said&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 2]&lt;br /&gt;Every word you said&lt;br /&gt;Every word you said&lt;br /&gt;(Love is what the word was)&lt;br /&gt;I send it back to you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;(Love is what the word was)&lt;br /&gt;Every word you said&lt;br /&gt;Every word you said&lt;br /&gt;(Love is what the word was)&lt;br /&gt;I send it all back to you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;(Love is what the word was)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-115563443188740176?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/115563443188740176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=115563443188740176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/115563443188740176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/115563443188740176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/08/every-word.html' title='Every Word'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-115341649560264113</id><published>2006-07-20T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:32:38.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiss me on my neck - E. Badu&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody to walk up behind me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want somebody to walk up behind me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck&lt;br /&gt;Been such a long timeI forgot that I was fine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want somebody to walk up behind me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel meBetter be divine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bring me water, water for my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me nothinBreathe love in my air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t abuse meCause these herbs are rare&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel meBetter be divine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bring me water, water for my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me nothinBreathe love in my air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t abuse meCause these herbs are rare&lt;br /&gt;If you want too feel me babyBetter be divine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bring me water for these flowersGrowing out my mind&lt;br /&gt;Give me nothin’ just be gentle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breathe love in my airUse me, don’t abuse me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; love meCause these herbs are rare&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel meBetter be divineBring me water, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;water for my mindGive me nothin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breathe love in my airDon’t abuse meCause these herbs are rare&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel meBetter be divineBring me water,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; water for my mindGive me nothinBreathe love in my air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t abuse meCause these herbs are rare&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel meBetter be divineBring me water, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;water for my mindGive me nothinBreathe love in my air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t abuse meCause these herbs are rare&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody to walk up behind me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want somebody to walk up behind me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck&lt;br /&gt;Been such a long timeI forgot that I was fine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want somebody to walk up behind me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-115341649560264113?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/115341649560264113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=115341649560264113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/115341649560264113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/115341649560264113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/07/song.html' title='A song'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-115242650406809174</id><published>2006-07-08T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:34:16.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Comes The Dawn(Author Unknown)&lt;br /&gt;After a while you learn thesubtle difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Between holding a hand andchaining a soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And you learn that lovedoesn’t mean leaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And company doesn’t meansecurity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;,And you begin to understandthat kisses aren’t contracts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And presents aren’t promises,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And you begin to accept your defeats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;With your head held high andyour eyes open,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;With the grace of a woman,not the grief of a child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You learn to build your roads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;On today because tomorrow’s groundIs too uncertain for plans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; and futures haveA way of falling down inmid-flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After awhile you learn thateven sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Burns if you get too much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So you plant your own gardenand decorateYour own soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;instead ofwaitingFor someone to bring youflowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And you learn that you reallycan endure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That you really are strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And you really do have worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And you learn and learn…And learn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;With every good-bye you learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-115242650406809174?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/115242650406809174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=115242650406809174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/115242650406809174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/115242650406809174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/07/comes-dawnauthor-unknown-after-while.html' title=''/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-114382808759329032</id><published>2006-03-31T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T10:01:27.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a While by Veron. Shoffstica Aall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a While&lt;br /&gt;By Veron. Shoffstica Aall&lt;br /&gt;After a while you learn&lt;br /&gt;the subtle difference between&lt;br /&gt;holding a hand and chaining a soul&lt;br /&gt;and you learn&lt;br /&gt;that love doesn't mean leaning&lt;br /&gt;and company doesn't always mean security.&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to learn&lt;br /&gt;that kisses aren't contracts&lt;br /&gt;and presents aren't promises&lt;br /&gt;and you begin to accept your defeats&lt;br /&gt;with your head up and your eyes ahead&lt;br /&gt;with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child&lt;br /&gt;and you learn&lt;br /&gt;to build all your roads on today&lt;br /&gt;because tomorrow's ground is&lt;br /&gt;too uncertain for plans&lt;br /&gt;and futures have a way of falling down&lt;br /&gt;in mid-flight.&lt;br /&gt;After a while you learn&lt;br /&gt;that even sunshine burns&lt;br /&gt;if you get too much&lt;br /&gt;so you plant your own garden&lt;br /&gt;and decorate your own soul&lt;br /&gt;instead of waiting for someone&lt;br /&gt;to bring you flowers.&lt;br /&gt;And you learn that you really can endure&lt;br /&gt;you really are strong&lt;br /&gt;you really do have worth&lt;br /&gt;and you learn&lt;br /&gt;and you learn&lt;br /&gt;with every goodbye, you learn...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-114382808759329032?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/114382808759329032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=114382808759329032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/114382808759329032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/114382808759329032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/03/after-while-by-veron-shoffstica-aall.html' title='After a While by Veron. Shoffstica Aall'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-114270478961755080</id><published>2006-03-18T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T10:08:07.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Both Sides Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both Sides Now” Hayley Westenra&lt;br /&gt;Rows and flows of angel hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And ice cream castles in the air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And feather canyons everywhereI’ve looked at clouds that way&lt;br /&gt;But now they only block the sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They rain and snow on everyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So many things I would have done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clouds got in my way&lt;br /&gt;I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From up and down, and still somehowIt’s cloud illusions &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I recallI really don’t know clouds at all&lt;br /&gt;Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The dizzy dancing way that you feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As every fairy tale comes realI’ve looked at love that way&lt;br /&gt;But now it’s just another show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you leave ‘em laughing when you go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if you care, don’t let them know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;I’ve looked at love from both sides now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From give and take, and still somehow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s love’s illusions I recallI really don’t know love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really don’t know love at all&lt;br /&gt;Tears and fears and feeling proud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To say “I love you” right out loud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams and schemes and circus crowds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve looked at life that way&lt;br /&gt;Oh but now old friends they’re acting strange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And they shake their heads&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And they tell me that I’ve changed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well something’s lost but something’s gained&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In living every day&lt;br /&gt;I’ve looked at life from both sides now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From win and lose and still somehow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s life’s illusions I recall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really don’t know life at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-114270478961755080?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/114270478961755080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=114270478961755080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/114270478961755080'/><link rel='self' 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style="color:#000099;"&gt;The things that made you sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But never forget to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The things that made you glad.&lt;br /&gt;Always remember to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The friends that proved untrue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But never forget to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Those that have stuck by you.&lt;br /&gt;Always remember to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The troubles that passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But never forget to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The blessings that come each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-114226527803602830?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/114226527803602830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=114226527803602830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/114226527803602830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/114226527803602830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/03/from-dallaslin-always-remember-to.html' title=''/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-114100693499129542</id><published>2006-02-26T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T18:25:36.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;An entry by MissOtter on 43 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a song by blackalicious called “passion”&lt;br /&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The will to win, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the spark within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The strength within the hearts of men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The drive to press,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; to strive for best, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You’ve just arrived &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the quest is driven through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To play through pain and love the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To break the chain and blaze the flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The fight for rights to love your life, to rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You’ve just arrived the quest is driven through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passion is so wonderful when it can be expressed through what you do for work…i talked to a tattoo artist yesterday who told me how his entire outlook on life chnaged once he found a career he could put his whole soul into&lt;br /&gt;good luck with this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-114100693499129542?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/114100693499129542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=114100693499129542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29132116@N00/93481411/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/14/93481411_a41362b7b9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29132116@N00/93481411/"&gt;I love the desert sky&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/29132116@N00/"&gt;monique(moki)&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It inspires.doesn't it?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113932595680204590?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113932595680204590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Freshness..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/supriya/73451332/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/73451332_16f4695a43_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/supriya/73451332/"&gt;Freshness..&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/supriya/"&gt;Supriya O&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;May you all feel as fresh as this Rose.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113852939044551070?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113852939044551070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113852939044551070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113852939044551070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113852939044551070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/freshness.html' title='Freshness..'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113843259437744722</id><published>2006-01-27T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:16:34.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dandelion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/meer/23396958/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/16/23396958_afcfb2c39d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/meer/23396958/"&gt;Dandelion&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/meer/"&gt;Meer&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life has its wonders to raise your hair!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113843259437744722?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113843259437744722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113843259437744722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113843259437744722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113843259437744722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/dandelion.html' title='Dandelion'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113843092017720253</id><published>2006-01-27T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T22:52:48.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>by Bob Dylan</title><content type='html'>:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;It don’t matter, anyhow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;If you don’t know by now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;When your rooster crows at the break of dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Look out your window and I’ll be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Don’t think twice, it’s all right&lt;br /&gt;It ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;That light I never knowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I’m on the dark side of the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Still I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;To try and make me change my mind and stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;We never did too much talkin’ anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;So don’t think twice, it’s all right&lt;br /&gt;It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Like you never did before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, galI can’t hear you any more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I once loved a woman, a child I’m told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I give her my heart but she wanted my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;But don’t think twice, it’s all right&lt;br /&gt;I’m walkin’ down that long, lonesome road, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Where I’m bound, I can’t tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;But goodbye’s too good a word, gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;So I’ll just say fare thee well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You could have done better but I don’t mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You just kinda wasted my precious time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;But don’t think twice, it’s all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113843092017720253?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113843092017720253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113843092017720253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113843092017720253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113843092017720253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/by-bob-dylan.html' title='by Bob Dylan'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113824464373490108</id><published>2006-01-25T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T19:04:03.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;From AnnieDee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AnnieDee37 things&lt;br /&gt;My one-page goal summary&lt;br /&gt;This is the page that I have in my organizer. I can’t say that these are my top goals, but maybe a combination of what’s most important, what I need reminders for, and what I want to focus on this year. For example, I have a lot of goals for what I want to accomplish at work, but I’m on top of most of them. Getting my butt in the office at an acceptable hour, however, is something that I have difficulty doing, hence the reminder here. I thought about sharing just the personal growth goals, but I’m feeling open at the moment, so here is my exact page.&lt;br /&gt;Personal Growth• &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Greet each day with an outstanding attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Define myself in a way that does not depend upon what others think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.• Improve listening skills. Don’t interrupt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Talk to strangers&lt;br /&gt;Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Reduce stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Cook more &amp; eat well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Walk• Stretch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Wash my face every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Use sunscreen regularly&lt;br /&gt;Home &amp;amp; environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Fix up house – organize, repair, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Financial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Track finances. Keep up-to-date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Actively manage investments&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Take time for fun&lt;br /&gt;Professional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Get to work on time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Learn sign language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113824464373490108?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113824464373490108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113824464373490108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113824464373490108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113824464373490108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/goals.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113746523120082970</id><published>2006-01-16T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:33:51.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxims and interludes</title><content type='html'>A Quote from Jimmy:&lt;br /&gt;13 things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the “Maxims and Interludes” section, No. 138: “What we do in dreams we also do when we are awake: we invent and fabricate the person with whom we associate—and immediately forget we have done so.”&lt;br /&gt;Others that may interest you:&lt;br /&gt;No. 142: “The chastest expression I have ever heard: ’Dans la véritable amour c’est l’âme, qui enveloppe le corps.’” (Rough translation: In true love, the soul envelopes the body).&lt;br /&gt;No. 153: “That which is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113746523120082970?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113746523120082970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113746523120082970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113746523120082970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113746523120082970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/maxims-and-interludes.html' title='Maxims and interludes'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113720873283056151</id><published>2006-01-13T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T19:18:52.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day by Daniel Powter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Day     Daniel Powter&lt;br /&gt;Where is the moment we need at the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; They tell me your blue skies fade to grey &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They tell me your passion’s gone away &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I don’t need no carryin’ on&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’re faking a smile with the coffee to go &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You tell me your life’s been way off line &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’re falling to pieces everytime &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I don’t need no carryin’ on&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day You’re taking one down &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You say you don’t know You tell me don’t lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You had a bad day The camera don’t lie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’re coming back down and you really don’t mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You had a bad day You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The point is they laugh at what you say &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I don’t need no carryin’ on&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’re taking one down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say you don’t know &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You tell me don’t lie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The camera don’t lie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’re coming back down and you really don’t mind &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;(Oh.. Holiday..)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And the whole thing turns out wrong &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You might not make it back and you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; That you could be well oh that strong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And I’m not wrong&lt;br /&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh you and I You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day You’re taking one down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say you don’t know You tell me don’t lie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride You had a bad day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’ve seen what you like &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And how does it feel for one more time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113720873283056151?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113720873283056151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113720873283056151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113720873283056151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113720873283056151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/bad-day-by-daniel-powter.html' title='Bad Day by Daniel Powter'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113677533138986022</id><published>2006-01-08T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T18:55:31.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Gulfport &lt;br /&gt;Belinda added an entry about Write Love Sentiments for Fernando.&lt;br /&gt;until somebody loves you.&lt;br /&gt;Your whole world changes when you are in love.I saw this in some one elses 43things. They said this of Love—&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what real love feels like:It inspires you to be the Best person you can be&lt;br /&gt;It fills you with Hope&lt;br /&gt;It brings deep Peace and Contentment&lt;br /&gt;It is Safe&lt;br /&gt;It is an Appreciation and Enjoyment of a person just as they are&lt;br /&gt;It removes Pain&lt;br /&gt;It is Respect and Admiration&lt;br /&gt;It is the Desire to be there for the other person and Support them&lt;br /&gt;It encourages the development of self as a separate person&lt;br /&gt;It is a feeling of timelessness&lt;br /&gt;It is a sense of understanding, not always needing words&lt;br /&gt;It is Gentle, Tender and Healing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113677533138986022?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113677533138986022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113677533138986022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113677533138986022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113677533138986022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113648276022688494</id><published>2006-01-05T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T09:39:20.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>muddy @ about three months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboyneal/3856739/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/3/3856739_1f07e800c1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboyneal/3856739/"&gt;muddy @ about three months&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/cowboyneal/"&gt;jaymce&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Is n't it cute?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113648276022688494?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113648276022688494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113648276022688494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113648276022688494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113648276022688494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/muddy-about-three-months.html' title='muddy @ about three months'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113639573623666704</id><published>2006-01-04T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T09:28:56.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunuli Park, South Korea. July, 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/libraryman/9007318/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/7/9007318_e657c94a2f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/libraryman/9007318/"&gt;Tunuli Park, South Korea. July, 2004&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/libraryman/"&gt;libraryman&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A lushgreen park in south korea.Tunuli Park.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113639573623666704?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113639573623666704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113639573623666704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113639573623666704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113639573623666704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/tunuli-park-south-korea-july-2004.html' title='Tunuli Park, South Korea. July, 2004'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113638370287154809</id><published>2006-01-04T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T06:11:13.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me feel brand new--Stylistics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.43people.com/subscriptions?page=5"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.43people.com/subscriptions?page=6"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.43people.com/subscriptions?page=7"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.43people.com/subscriptions?page=8"&gt;8&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.43people.com/subscriptions?page=9"&gt;9&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.43people.com/subscriptions?page=10"&gt;10&lt;/a&gt; ... &lt;a href="http://www.43people.com/subscriptions?page=22"&gt;22&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="entry1247485"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://belinda4jc.43people.com/feeds"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BelindaGulfport&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel brand new -- Stylistics:&lt;br /&gt;My love, I’ll never find the words, my love&lt;br /&gt;To tell you how I feel, my love&lt;br /&gt;mere words could not explainprecious love&lt;br /&gt;you held my life within your handscreated everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Taught me how to live again&lt;br /&gt;Only youCame when I needed a friend&lt;br /&gt;Believed in me through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;This song is for you&lt;br /&gt;Filled with gratitude and love&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;I sing this song for you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;I sing this song cause’ you&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel brand newMy love&lt;br /&gt;When others made me insecure&lt;br /&gt;You built me up and made me sure&lt;br /&gt;You gave my pride back to me&lt;br /&gt;Precious friendIn you I always have a friend&lt;br /&gt;You’re one on whom I can depend&lt;br /&gt;To walk a path that sometimes bends&lt;br /&gt;Without youLife has no meaning or rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Like notes to a song out of time&lt;br /&gt;How can I repayYou for having faith in me&lt;br /&gt;God bless youYou make me feel brand newI sing this song for you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;For God blessed me with you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel brand newI sing this song for you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;For God blessed me with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113638370287154809?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113638370287154809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113638370287154809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113638370287154809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113638370287154809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-make-me-feel-brand-new-stylistics.html' title='You make me feel brand new--Stylistics'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113630881767859420</id><published>2006-01-03T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T09:20:17.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koeeoaddi There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ellishall/52103259/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/52103259_51c0d30024_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ellishall/52103259/"&gt;Koeeoaddi There&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ellishall/"&gt;Elkhead&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sunrise behind a tree stripped bare by october gales.....how wonderful!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113630881767859420?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113630881767859420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113630881767859420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113630881767859420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113630881767859420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/koeeoaddi-there.html' title='Koeeoaddi There'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113630792302079561</id><published>2006-01-03T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T09:05:23.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr</title><content type='html'>This is a test post from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/r/testpost"&gt;&lt;img alt="flickr" src="http://www.flickr.com/images/flickr_logo_blog.gif" width="41" height="18" border="0" align="absmiddle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a fancy photo sharing thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113630792302079561?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113630792302079561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113630792302079561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113630792302079561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113630792302079561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/flickr.html' title='Flickr'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113622205345043815</id><published>2006-01-02T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T09:14:13.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Flickr photo uploaded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/outsider/71423737/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/71423737_53ef067ac7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/outsider/71423737/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/outsider/"&gt;Kendoko&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am learning Flickr&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113622205345043815?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113622205345043815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113622205345043815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113622205345043815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113622205345043815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-first-flickr-photo-uploaded.html' title='My first Flickr photo uploaded'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113487257242773521</id><published>2005-12-17T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T18:22:52.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zest to learn</title><content type='html'>From Rob on 43 things:&lt;br /&gt;Rob42 things&lt;br /&gt;become a polymath&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of altering this goal.  — 11 weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;There is much more I want to study than Philosophy. Someday I will read Nietzsche, and the works of other Philosophers (I would like to ask Paolo for a good place to start).&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to learn some Classical History (perhaps you can point me in the right direction, Zhaneta?). I’ve read some tantalizing bits of works by Aristotle and Plato, but I want to read more. I want to know more about the Greeks and the Roman Empire.&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn more about Eastern Philosophy/History/Religions. The history of China and India must be fascinating, or so I would like to think from the tiny amount that I know of them. I want to read Sun Tzu. I know something of Japanese history, but not nearly enough.&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn more Science. Physics, especially. I would like to be able to understand Quantum Mechanics, General Relativity and String Theory. I will never stop learning Physics, but I want to know more about Astronomy, Biology (Evolution especially), Chemistry and Mathematics. Mathematics is something that is very interesting to me, but it cannot compete with Physics when it comes to drawing my attention. However, I would like to learn as much abstract mathematics as I can. Riemannian Geometry is something that I would like to learn more about. One day, one very distant day, I would like to be able to say, with a straight face that I understand Wiles’ proof of Fermat’s Last Theorem.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to learn more about the world’s many and various cultures, their countries and languages also. People fascinate me, particularily “unusual” people. I don’t mean unusual in any kind of negative sense, merely people that are different from the kind of people that I encounter in day to day life. Foreign people are an example of what I mean, but not the only example that I can think of. Being an eccentric, I am naturally attracted to other eccentrics.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to learn more about life. There are some things that you cannot learn by reading books or doing feverish calculations. Life, for instance. I need to get out there and experience it. I envy the free spirit who goes where s/he wants when s/he pleases. Love, also. I envy people who wear their heart on their sleeve. I wish I could be spontaneous instead of worrying about what the consequences might be. I think this kind of learning is what differentiates between knowledge and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Almost all of my goals involve learning in some way; either directly or indirectly. I would like to argue that almost everyone on 43Things is the same. I’m going to change this goal to “Become a Polymath”.&lt;br /&gt;I want to die with a smile on my face and a mind full of knowledge. If I can gain some wisdom while accumulating that knowledge, I am certain that I will be smiling when my time comes as I will know that I have lived a good life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113487257242773521?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113487257242773521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113487257242773521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113487257242773521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113487257242773521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/12/zest-to-learn.html' title='Zest to learn'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113389242194588215</id><published>2005-12-06T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T10:12:25.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From www.actsofkindness.org</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;100 IDEAS FOR KINDNESS 1. Deliver fresh-baked cookies to city workers.2. Collect goods for a food bank.3. Bring flowers to work and share them with coworkers.4. Garden clubs can make floral arrangements for senior centers, nursing homes, hospitals, police stations, or shut-ins.5. Adopt a student who needs a friend, checking in periodically to see how things are going.6. Volunteer to be a tutor in a school.7. Extend a hand to someone in need. Give your full attention and simply listen.8. Merchants can donate a percentage of receipts for the week to a special cause.9. Bring coworkers a special treat.10. Students can clean classrooms for the custodian.11. Buy a stranger a free pizza.12. Distribute lollipops to kids.13. Sing at a nursing home.14. Offer a couple of hours of baby-sitting to parents. 15. Slip paper hearts that say “It’s Random Acts of Kindness Week! Have a great day!” under the windshield wipers of parked cars.16. Have a charity day at work, with employees bringing nonperishable food items to donate.17. Serve refreshments to customers.18. Draw names at school or work, and have people bring a small gift or food treat for their secret pal.19. Remember the bereaved with phone calls, cards, plants, and food.20. Treat someone to fresh fruit.21. Pay a compliment at least once a day.22. Call or visit a homebound person.23. Hand out balloons to passersby.24. Give free sodas to motorists.25. Be a good neighbor. Take over a baked treat or stop by to say “Hello.”26. Transport someone who can’t drive.27. Mow a neighbor’s grass.28. Say something nice to everyone you meet today.29. Send a treat to a school or day-care center.30. Volunteer at an agency that needs help.31. Wipe rainwater off shopping carts or hold umbrellas for shoppers on the way to their cars.32. Give the gift of your smile.33. Send home a note telling parents something their child did well.34. Adopt a homeless pet at the humane society.35. Organize a scout troop or service club to help people with packages at the mall or grocery.36. Host special programs or speakers at libraries or bookstores.37. Offer to answer the phone for the school secretary for ten minutes.38. Volunteer to read to students in the classroom.39. Write notes of appreciation and bring flowers or goodies to teachers or other important people, such as the principal, nurse, custodian, and secretary.40. Incorporate kindness into the curriculum at area schools, day care centers, or children’s classes in faith organizations.41. Give a hug to a friend.42. Tell your children why you love them.43. Write a note to your mother/father and tell them why they are special.44. Pat someone on the back.45. Write a thank-you note to a mentor or someone who has influenced your life in a positive way.46. Give coffee to people on their way to work in the morning.47. Donate time at a senior center.48. Give blood.49. Visit hospitals with smiles, treats, and friendly conversation for patients.50. Stop by a nursing home, and visit a resident with no family nearby.51. Plant flowers in your neighbor’s flower box.52. Give another driver your parking spot.53. Leave a treat or handmade note of thanks for a delivery person or mail carrier.54. Give free car washes.55. Clean graffiti from neighborhood walls and buildings.56. Tell your boss that you think he/she does a good job.57. Tell your employees how much you appreciate their work.58. Let your staff leave work an hour early.59. Have a clean-up party in the park.60. Tell a bus or taxi driver how much you appreciate their driving.61. Have everyone in your office draw the name of a Random Acts of Kindness buddy out of a hat and do a kind act for their buddy that day or week.62. Give a pair of tickets to a baseball game or concert to a stranger.63. Leave an extra big tip for the waitperson.64. Drop off a plant, cookies, or donuts to the police or fire department.65. Open the door for another person.66. Pay for the meal of the person behind you in the drive-through.67. Write a note to the boss of someone who has helped you, praising the employee.68. Leave a bouquet of flowers on the desk of a colleague at work with whom you don’t normally get along.69. Call an estranged family member.70. Volunteer to fix up an elderly couple’s home.71. Pay for the person behind you in the movie line.72. Give flowers to be delivered with meal delivery programs.73. Give toys to the children at the shelter or safe house.74. Give friends and family kindness coupons they can redeem for kind favors.75. Be a friend to a new student or coworker.76. Renew an old friendship by sending a letter or small gift to someone you haven’t talked with in a long time.77. For one week, act on every single thought of generosity that arises spontaneously in your heart, and notice what happens as a consequence.78. Offer to return a shopping cart to the store for someone loading a car.79. Invite someone new over for dinner.80. Buy a roll of brightly colored stickers and give them to children you meet during the day.81. Write a card of thanks and leave it with your tip. Be sure to be specific in your thanks.82. Let the person behind you in the grocery store go ahead of you in line.83. When drivers try to merge into your lane, let them in with a wave and a smile.84. Buy cold drinks for the people next to you at a ball game.85. Distribute kindness bookmarks that you have made.86. Create a craft project or build a bird house with a child.87. Give a bag of groceries to a homeless person.88. Laugh out loud often and share your smile generously.89. Plant a tree in your neighborhood.90. Make a list of things to do to bring more kindness into the world, and have a friend make a list. Exchange lists and do one item per day for a month.91. Use an instant camera to take people’s photographs at a party or community event, and give the picture to them.92. As you go about your day, pick up trash.93. Send a letter to some former teachers, letting them know the difference they made in your life.94. Send a gift anonymously to a friend.95. Organize a clothing drive for a shelter.96. Buy books for a day care or school.97. Slip a $20 bill to a person who you know is having financial difficulty.98. Take an acquaintance to dinner.99. Offer to take a friend’s child to ball practice.100. Waive late fees for the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113389242194588215?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113389242194588215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113389242194588215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113389242194588215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113389242194588215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/12/from-wwwactsofkindnessorg.html' title='From www.actsofkindness.org'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113363280864903558</id><published>2005-12-03T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T10:00:08.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 15 American Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Weekend Edition - Sunday, December 26, 1999 · Commentator and historian Douglas Brinkley put together a panel of distinguished poets and professors to pick the top 15 American poems of the century. Brinkley is distinguished professor of history and director of the Eisenhower Center at the University of New Orleans. Here is his list:&lt;br /&gt;Number 1: T.S. Eliot, "The Wasteland"&lt;br /&gt;Number 2: Hart Crane, "The Bridge"&lt;br /&gt;Number 3: Allen Ginsburg, "Howl"&lt;br /&gt;Number 4: Langston Hughes, "The Negro Speaks of Rivers"&lt;br /&gt;Number 5: Robert Frost, "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening"&lt;br /&gt;Number 6: Carl Sandburg, "The People, Yes"&lt;br /&gt;Number 7: Ezra Pound, "Pisan Cantos"&lt;br /&gt;Number 8: Wallace Stevens, "The Snow Man"&lt;br /&gt;Number 9: William Carlos Williams, "Patterson"&lt;br /&gt;Number 10: Elizabeth Bishop, "In the Waiting Room"&lt;br /&gt;Number 11: Robert Lowell, "For the Union Dead"&lt;br /&gt;Number 12: e e cummings, "Somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond"&lt;br /&gt;Number 13: Gertrude Stein, "Lifting Belly"&lt;br /&gt;Number 14: Robinson Jeffers, "Shine, Perishing Republic"&lt;br /&gt;Number 15: Charles Olson, "The Maximus Poems"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113363280864903558?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113363280864903558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113363280864903558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113363280864903558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113363280864903558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/12/top-15-american-poems.html' title='Top 15 American Poems'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113354481083031674</id><published>2005-12-02T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T09:37:12.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Logical Song by Supertramp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And all the birds in the trees, well they’d be singing so happily,Joyfully, playfully watching me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Logical, responsible, practical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Clinical, intellectual, cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There are times when all the world’s asleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The questions run too deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For such a simple man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learnedI know it sounds absurd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But please tell me who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Now watch what you say or they’ll be calling you a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;radical,Liberal, fanatical, criminal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Won’t you sign up your name, we’d like to feel you’re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Acceptable, respecable, presentable, a vegtable!&lt;br /&gt;At night, when all the world’s asleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The questions run so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For such a simple man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learnedI know it sounds absurdBut please tell me who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/person/WildcatGirl"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/person/WildcatGirl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;WildcatGirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/things/view/327732"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/person/WildcatGirl"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/person/WildcatGirl"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113354481083031674?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113354481083031674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113354481083031674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113354481083031674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113354481083031674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/12/logical-song-by-supertramp.html' title='The Logical Song by Supertramp'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113294040873434484</id><published>2005-11-25T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T09:42:19.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Galaxy Song&lt;br /&gt;(from Monty Python's The Meaning of Life, 1983)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;,And things seem hard or tough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And you feel that you've had quite eno-o-o-o-o-ough...&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A sun that is the source of all our power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Are moving at a million miles a dayIn an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Of the galaxy we call the "Milky Way".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We go 'round every two hundred million years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;In this amazing and expanding universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Animated calliope interlude)&lt;br /&gt;The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In all of the directions it can whizz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How amazingly unlikely is your birth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113294040873434484?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113294040873434484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113294040873434484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113294040873434484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113294040873434484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/11/galaxy-song-from-monty-pythons-meaning.html' title=''/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113163743151241175</id><published>2005-11-10T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T07:43:51.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change your life   by Idealweight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/person/idealweight"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/person/idealweight"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/things/view/303693"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Changing Weight Loss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago I was over weight, on anti-depressants and my life was a mess. One year on I am a different person. I have lost 26kgs (57lbs) WITHOUT DIETING. I taught myself to reprogramme my mind from believing I was fat to believing that I am thin. It worked. I am free of anti-depressants and I really love myself just for being me. I eat whatever I want whenever I want and stay thin. I am now teaching others how to do become their Ideal Weight and my wish is to change the life of millions of people for the better.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;It would have been much easier if I just woke up one day a changed person but it did not happen like that for me… Here is the short version…. I was at the worst point of my life in July last year. My husband told me he had been unfaithful to me many many times. We were together 6 years and married only 7 months. Our beautiful son was only 8 months. I am Irish and my husband is Australian. I moved to Australia to be with him and did not have any family to turn to. Heartbroken does not describe how hurt, rejected and suicidal I felt. I really wanted to die but could not even bring myself to do that. I had chronic and severe depression for 10 years up to this but never as bad as I did then. I kicked my husband out (several times) and hated the thought of being on my own so I kept taking him back even though I hated him. I started seeing a counsellor called Cheryl. She mentioned a book called ‘You Can Heal Your Life’ by Louise Hay. A few weeks later I read it, and then I read it again, and again. It made so much sense. I learned that every thought that we think and every word we say creates our life (have you seen “What the bleep do we know” – www.whatthebleep.com) and our reality. At first I got really angry that this woman was saying that I had created my totally disatrous life. Surely it was someone else’s fault. I realised that I had to take responsibilty for my life before I could start to change. I had created my life from the beliefs I learned from my parents. It is nobody’s fault. I created a relationship with my husband exactly like my parent’s relationship because to me it was normal, it was all I knew. If I saw couples being loving and romantic I thought that they were ‘weird’ because I had never experienced it as a child. I experienced an addictive co-dependent family and that is what I sought out without even realising it. I grew up surrounded by guilt and criticism and I was always guilty about something and always criticised others and myself because to me it was normal. I thought ‘that is the way life is’. As I learned more I decided to change the way I thought about my weight. It was one of the major things in my life that I wanted to change. I almost did it to prove that everything in the book was bullshit (excuse language). I was going to show this Louise Hay woman how wrong she was…. I started by writing down all the things that I believed about my weight eg. I am fat/ugly/unlovable/disgusting, I hate myself etc. My list was about 2 pages long. I decided I wanted to be 9 stone even though I had dieted almost constanly for over 10 years and only ever got to just under 11 stone. I then changed every single belief around so I hate myself became I love myslef. I am fat became I am thin. I recorded all of these ‘new’ beliefs (called affirmations)including “I am 9 stone” on a cd and listened to it all day; in the car, at home and in my sleep. Nothing happened for about a month except I felt really angry and silly for ‘falling for this womans teachings’. I was just about to give up when I started to loose weight. I kept listeneing to the cd and I kept loosing more and more even though I was eating more than ever. I got to 9 stone within about 3 or 4 months and then I changed my weight to 8 stone 10 lbs. Nobody was more flaberghasted than I was. Customers at work did not recognise me. Friends that I had not seen for ages thought I was ‘hot’. ‘Hot’... me???? After the weight disappeared I thought that I can sit at home and not tell anyone about this or I can start to teach others how easy this weight loss stuff is, even though I was petrified. What motivated me was if I could help just one person improve their life, I have accomplished something with my life. I have taught some of my friends and they have lost lots of weight. I started teaching classes in February and startd iDeal Weight seminars in Sydney. My first seminar was 3 weeks ago and I had 6 people who are learning really quickly and changing right before my eyes (I almost have tears of joy in my eyes as I am writing this). I am so lucky that I can spend my life doing this. It is such an amazing gift to share with people. Thank you for the opportunity to share it with you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Resistance...&lt;br /&gt;I think me trying to prove it didn’t work was the resistance in my mind. Us humans have the most amazing ability to pull the wool over our eyes. By trying to prove that it did not work was the only way my subconscious mund would let me attempt it in the first place. By attempting to loose weight in this way I was challenging my whole belief system. I also had a very strong belief that I was always right and if I was right how could ‘this woman’ be right. The anger I felt was also resisance. On the cd I also put on ‘I am willing to change’ and I heard this hundreds of times a day, which allowed me to change and to see things from a different perpective. I wrote the size I wanted to be on all of the tags on my clothes and I cut out a photograph from magazine a of a beautiful body and stuck it on my mirror. I looked at it every day and said ‘that is my new beauiful body’. I told myself in the mirror ‘I love myself’ over and over daily. I went from hating myself to absolutely loving myself, which before I thought was a bad thing but it is the most amazing thing in the world. I am teaching people to love themselves. If we truely love ourselves we can truely love and accept others for who they are so I am making the world a better place, which is the reason that I am here. I feel like the luckiest person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I have recently started to change my beliefs about money. My parents were in debt and I have been in a lot of debt. It is just my old beliefs. I have written out my money beliefs and changed them into positive affirmations which I have put on a cd. A new belief is that I am a money magnet. This time I am doing it fully knowing that it works. I will keep you posted on the changes in my prosperity consciousness and the more amazing changes in my life. If you would like to change your prosperity beliefs just let me know… maybe we can do this one together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113163743151241175?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113163743151241175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113163743151241175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113163743151241175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113163743151241175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/11/change-your-life-by-idealweight.html' title='Change your life   by Idealweight'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113162933022612373</id><published>2005-11-10T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T05:28:50.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/person/airayn"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/person/airayn"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart&lt;br /&gt;spirit is our soul in motion&lt;br /&gt;we are fire in life&lt;br /&gt;So much I could say, so many stories yet know: for the bad times and good times, it’s so worth being yourself.&lt;br /&gt;fortune in your explorationmay the treasure be soulful&lt;br /&gt;Caseywww.personaltao.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113162933022612373?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113162933022612373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113162933022612373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113162933022612373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113162933022612373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/11/being-yourself.html' title='Being yourself'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113154315801393845</id><published>2005-11-09T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T07:17:46.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damien Rice's Cannonball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cannonball by Damien Rice&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Still a little hard to say what’s going on&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Still a little bit of your face I haven’t kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You step a little closer each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That I can’t say what’s going on&lt;br /&gt;Stones taught me to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love, taught me to lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life, it taught me to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So it’s not hard to fal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you float like a cannonball&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of your song in my ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Still a little bit of your words I long to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You step a little closer to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So close that I can’t see what’s going on&lt;br /&gt;Stones taught me to fl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love, it taught me to lieLife taught me to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So it’s not hard to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you float like a cannon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Stones taught me to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love, it taught me to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So come on courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Teach me to be shy‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cause it’s not hard to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And I don’t wanna scare her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It’s not hard to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And I don’t wanna lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It’s not hard to grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you know that you just don’t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/entries/image/28521?t=e"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113154315801393845?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113154315801393845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113154315801393845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113154315801393845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113154315801393845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/11/damien-rices-cannonball.html' title='Damien Rice&apos;s Cannonball'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113137743457434315</id><published>2005-11-07T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:13:36.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Comfort Zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a Comfort Zone where I knew I couldn’t fail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The same four walls of busy work were really more like jail&lt;br /&gt;I longed so much to do the things I’d never done before, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But I stayed inside my Comfort Zone and paced the same old floor&lt;br /&gt;I said it didn’t matter that I wasn’t doing much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I said I didn’t care for things like reaching goals and such&lt;br /&gt;I claimed to be so busy with the things inside my zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But deep inside I longed for something special of my own&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t let my life go by just watching others win &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I held my breath and stepped outside and let the change begin&lt;br /&gt;I took a step and with new strength I’d never felt before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I kissed my Comfort Zone “goodbye” and closed and locked the door&lt;br /&gt;If you’re in a Comfort Zone afraid to venture out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Remember that even me my friends was one time filled with doubt.&lt;br /&gt;I know it can be scary but you really must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just close your eyes and go for it believe in me and trust.&lt;br /&gt;A step or two and words of praise can make your dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Greet your future with a smile success is there for you&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113137743457434315?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113137743457434315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113137743457434315' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113137743457434315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113137743457434315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/11/comfort-zone.html' title='Comfort Zone'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113129797463095317</id><published>2005-11-06T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T09:26:14.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A  beautiful song</title><content type='html'>Summer Highland Falls by Billy Joel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;They say that these are not the best of times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But they’re the only times I’ve ever known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I believe there is a time for meditation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In cathedrals of our own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover’s eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I can only stand apart and sympathize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For we are always what our situations hand us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It’s either sadness or euphoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And so we’ll argue and we’ll compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And realize that nothing’s ever changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;For all our mutual experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Our separate conclusions are the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Our reason co-exists with our insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So we choose between reality and madness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It’s either sadness or euphoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Perhaps we don’t fulfill each other’s fantasies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And as we stand upon the ledges of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;With our respective similarities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It’s either sadness or euphoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113129797463095317?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113129797463095317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113129797463095317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113129797463095317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113129797463095317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/11/beautiful-song.html' title='A  beautiful song'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113128020583358092</id><published>2005-11-06T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T04:30:47.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Laptop per child</title><content type='html'>Here is a very incisive comment on Media Lab's`one laptop per child' project from Atanu Dey on his blog Deeshaa:&lt;br /&gt;A blackboard and chalk is not as sexy as a laptop. In fact, a TV and a media player is pretty much all the hardware that you need to provide basic education to a village full of children. That hardware (and some free software) would cost all of $200 a year, and if you pay about $2000 a year as salaries to a couple of village school teachers, you can educate a 100 kids for about $20 per child per year. Compare that to just buying $100 laptops for each kid.&lt;br /&gt;I am confident that the One Laptop Per Child will have the effect which is the educational equivalent of the nutritional disaster that imported formula has had on the poor parts of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they do kill babies in search of profits. And yes, they will not care that millions of children will be denied primary education because they are focused on the profits to be made from selling laptops.&lt;br /&gt;I agree that this laptop project is at the cost of basic education for the poor children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113128020583358092?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113128020583358092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113128020583358092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113128020583358092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113128020583358092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-laptop-per-child.html' title='One Laptop per child'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113112405180762407</id><published>2005-11-04T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T09:07:31.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secularism</title><content type='html'>Kierkegaard&lt;br /&gt;"Life can only be understood backwards, but must be lived forwards".&lt;br /&gt;Here is an interesting writeup on secularism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Secularism"&gt;secularism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113112405180762407?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113112405180762407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113112405180762407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113112405180762407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113112405180762407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/11/secularism.html' title='Secularism'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113077740824842623</id><published>2005-10-31T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T08:50:09.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amrita Pritam passes away</title><content type='html'>Noted Punjabi writer Amrita Pritam Passed away in New Delhi on October31,2005(Monday) at 3.30pm.She was  86.Her noted work PINJAR was recently made into a bollywood film,with a memorable performance by Manoj Bajpayee.She had been a recepient of Padma Vibhushan,GyanPeeth awaard,Sahitya Akademi award.Rasidi Ticket ,an autobiographical work,was also the most cotroversial of her works.&lt;br /&gt;                                    She was a sensitive poet andwriter ,and a courageous human being.She was totally secular in her thoughts and words and actions.I salute such a great soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113077740824842623?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113077740824842623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113077740824842623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113077740824842623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113077740824842623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/10/amrita-pritam-passes-away.html' title='Amrita Pritam passes away'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113058657846717699</id><published>2005-10-29T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T04:49:38.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>India Empowered</title><content type='html'>Here is an interesting analysis of the above captioned series in the Indian Express:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View Details: The Ownership Society" href="http://www.deeshaa.org/2005/10/29/the-ownership-society/" rel="bookmark"&gt;The Ownership Society&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113058657846717699?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113058657846717699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113058657846717699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113058657846717699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113058657846717699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/10/india-empowered.html' title='India Empowered'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113055515371356486</id><published>2005-10-28T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T20:07:29.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak out</title><content type='html'>When we remain silent against injustice,we only strengthen the hands of the perpetrators of injustice and they may even think that they are right.. This will weaken the victims still further and their voices will become more feeble.If we think somebody else will do it ,we are only deluding ourselves because `somebodyelse' will be also thinking in the same manner.This thinking needs achange in all of us`Dont ask for whom the bell toll.....' .A small poem posted by Flower girl:&lt;br /&gt;FIRST THEY CAME FOR THE JEWS&lt;br /&gt;First they came for the Jewsand I did not speak outbecause I was not a Jew&lt;br /&gt;.Then they came for the Communistsand I did not speak outbecause I was not a Communist.&lt;br /&gt;Then they came for the trade unionists and I did not speak outbecause I was not a trade unionist.&lt;br /&gt;Then they came for me and there was no one left to speak out for me.&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Martin Niemöller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113055515371356486?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113055515371356486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113055515371356486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113055515371356486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113055515371356486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/10/speak-out.html' title='Speak out'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-113026050242202920</id><published>2005-10-25T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T02:45:56.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing away of Rosa Parks</title><content type='html'>Rosa Parks ,the pioneer of civil rights movement in the USA died in detroit on Monday evening.She was 92.She refused to give her bus seat to a whiteman and with this gave birth to civil rights movement. I give my salute to her.&lt;br /&gt;She was 42 in 1955 when she committed the act of defiance. The rules required the blacks to give seats to the whites.Rosa Parks refused to give her seat to a whiteman and was jailed.She was also fined 14$.Her arrest triggered a 381-day boycott of the bus system organized by the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr., who later earned the Nobel Peace Prize for his work.The movement culminated in the 1964 federal Civil Rights Act, which banned racial discrimination in public accommodations.She foundedthe Rosa and Raymond Parks Institute for Self Development. in 1987,for developing leadership among Detroit’s young people and initiating them into the struggle for civil rightsAt a celebration in her honor in 1988, she said: “Without vision, the people will perish, and without courage and inspiration, dreams will die — the dream of freedom and peace.”&lt;br /&gt;We still need people like her,people who have vision,courage and inspiration.Rosa Parks will continue to inspire people around the world for many ,many years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113026050242202920?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/113026050242202920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=113026050242202920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113026050242202920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/113026050242202920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/10/passing-away-of-rosa-parks.html' title='Passing away of Rosa Parks'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112948289843835000</id><published>2005-10-16T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T10:14:58.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fight</title><content type='html'>In Uttar Pradesh,the Chief Minister  Mulayam Singh Yadav is fighting publicly with the Governor.As a rsult, a confusion has prevailed in the administration.It so happened that Governor of Uttar Pradesh T S Rajeshwer got complaints against a few Vice Cancellors of universities.Governor,who is also Chancellor of these universities directed two IAS officers working in the state government to do the inquiries.The officers complied with the orders of the Governor and submitted the inquiry reports to him.Governor dismissed some of the Vice Chancellors.The Chief Minister asked for the explanation of the officers as to WHY THEY OBEYED THE ORDERS OF GOVERNOR WITHOUT THE  PERMISSION OF THE CHIEF MINISTER.Not only that ,one of the officers was shifted to an insignificant post.The marching order of the other officer are expected any day.&lt;br /&gt;                  Is President of India watching and will he do something to control this sorry state of affairs?Will the Prime Minister of India do something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112948289843835000?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112948289843835000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112948289843835000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112948289843835000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112948289843835000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/10/fight.html' title='The Fight'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112874293872220633</id><published>2005-10-07T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T20:42:18.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be."~ Lord Alfred Tennyson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112874293872220633?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112874293872220633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112874293872220633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112874293872220633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112874293872220633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/10/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112859586000049472</id><published>2005-10-06T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T03:51:00.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Reforms</title><content type='html'>I am convinced that without political reforms ,society and the world can not change.I am also convinced that present political situation is highly unsatisfactory.This needs to be changed.I also know that it is not easy.But then ,there are no other ways possible.Any comments?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112859586000049472?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112859586000049472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112859586000049472' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112859586000049472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112859586000049472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/10/political-reforms.html' title='Political Reforms'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112834369336308594</id><published>2005-10-03T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T05:48:13.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet as a tool for the poor</title><content type='html'>I often think that internet has a great potential to understand the world,especially in the hands of the poor.One important aspect of development is to find ways and means by which we can make internet services cheaper and more accessible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112834369336308594?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112834369336308594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112834369336308594' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112834369336308594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112834369336308594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/10/internet-as-tool-for-poor.html' title='Internet as a tool for the poor'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-112839412137442363</id><published>2005-10-03T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T19:48:41.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gandhi Jayanti,children's Torture and our MP's</title><content type='html'>At Green Park Stadium in Kanpur,over 10,000 students were assembled from 730 hrs to celebrate Gandhi Jayantion 2nd October.These children had been instructed to reach their respective schools at 0600 hrs.At 900 hrs, children  did their final rehearsal  and were made to sit to wait for the Chief guest and Samajwadi Party leader Amar Singh,MP Jaya Prada.These `guests' were late by over four hours.Meanwhile due to heat and stress,about 100 children,mostly girls fainted  on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;                                   Drinking water was not available as there were only a few  water tankers and there was a  long queue due to sweltering heat.There was no breakfast though  children had started very early from their homes without any food.The programme was jointly organized by  the district administration,Education department and  an NGO Yuvak Biradari from Mumbai.There was hardly any  programme to make children aware of Gandhi's ideas.The children started fainting from 1030 onwrds.In the absence of ambulances at the site  ,parents were seen rushing theic unconscious children to local UHM hospital in their private vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;                                       Amar Singh and Jaya prada arrived at 1150 hrs and inspite of 100 children in fainted condition,the programme started as if nothing had happened and conluded at 1245hrs.The programme had been named Sur Taal.As a belated damage control exercise,Amar Singh later issued a statement from New delhi  apologizing for the incident,&lt;br /&gt;                                        I feel outraged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112839412137442363?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112839412137442363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112839412137442363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112839412137442363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112839412137442363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/10/gandhi-jayantichildrens-torture-and.html' title='Gandhi Jayanti,children&apos;s Torture and our MP&apos;s'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112825358368723060</id><published>2005-10-02T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T04:46:23.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gandhi and his relevance</title><content type='html'>Every year on 2nd October,we in India celebrate the birth anniversary of Mahatma Gandhi.It is a National holiday.Newspapers and magazines publish special articles on gandhi.Political leaders give speeches.There are seminars and debates all over.There is an official expectation of festivity on this day. I ask myself:Is Gandhi dead in India, or is anything of him is still left here?&lt;br /&gt;                   I see violence all around me.I see communalism everywhere.Materialism has grown and I find people running after money.Political leaders have become thoroughly corrupt and I hardly see any sense of idealism or public service in them or in any one else.Truth is sacrificed for petty considerations while Gandhi stood for truth and non-violence.India has lost the spirit and soul of Gandhi.&lt;br /&gt;                                I find myself sliding into a deep depression.Why do we have to be such hypocrites?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112825358368723060?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112825358368723060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112825358368723060' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112825358368723060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112825358368723060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/10/gandhi-and-his-relevance.html' title='Gandhi and his relevance'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-112825242581527524</id><published>2005-10-02T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T04:27:05.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing the world</title><content type='html'>Ever heard this poem?&lt;br /&gt;_When I was young and free and my imagination had no limits, I dreamed of changing the world. As I grew older and wiser, I discovered the world would not change, so I shortened my sights somewhat and decided to change only my country.&lt;br /&gt;But it, too, seemed immovable.&lt;br /&gt;As I grew into my twilight years, in one last desperate attempt, I settled for changing only my family, those closest to me, but alas, they would have none of it.&lt;br /&gt;And now, as I lie on my deathbed, I suddenly realize: If I had only changed myself first, then by example I would have changed my family.&lt;br /&gt;From their inspiration and encouragement, I would then have been able to better my country, and who knows, I may have even changed the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112825242581527524?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112825242581527524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112825242581527524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112825242581527524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112825242581527524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/10/changing-world.html' title='Changing the world'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112800511451362424</id><published>2005-09-29T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T07:45:16.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Author of The road less travelled passes away</title><content type='html'>M. Scott Peck,author of the best selling self-help book ,The road less travelled passed away on Sunday,September 26 at his home in Warren,Connect.He was 69.The cause was liver and pancreatic duct cancer.&lt;br /&gt;The road less travelled was published in 1978 and `Further along the road less travelled 'was published in 1993.The third volume `The road less travelled and beyond' was published in 1997.These three volumes have been translated into more than 20 languages.The book was popular because Dr peck was able to blend the spiritual and the psycholgical very well.             The road less travelled became New York times bestseller in mid 1983,five years after its publication.It remained on the list for 694 weeks ,which was about 13 years.The book says that the  problems of life can be solved only through self-discipline.&lt;br /&gt;                                              M .Scott peck also wrote two other non-fiction bestsellers:People of the Lie ,and The Different Drum.These exlore respectively the nature of evil ,and nature of community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112800511451362424?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112800511451362424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112800511451362424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112800511451362424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112800511451362424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/09/author-of-road-less-travelled-passes.html' title='The Author of The road less travelled passes away'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112791463391194052</id><published>2005-09-28T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T06:37:13.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian writers</title><content type='html'>I am a voracious reader of literature but i confess that i dont read many indian writers.Why i do this ,is difficult to answer.Maha Shweta Devi,Amrita Pritam,Prem Chand ,Tagore are some Indian writers  whose works have also been translated in English .Faiz is another famous name.Arundhati Roy's The God of small things was really impactful.There is some complex(?) that Indian works are inferior.Also the marketing by Indian publishers leaves much to be desired.It makes me think how we should improve this situation.Sometimes a nagging doubt crosses my mind that like poor performance of India in Olympics ,may be ,...we are not good enough  at literature also.Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112791463391194052?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112791463391194052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112791463391194052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112791463391194052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112791463391194052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/09/indian-writers.html' title='Indian writers'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112782328881868684</id><published>2005-09-27T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T05:14:51.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right to Information Act ,2005</title><content type='html'>Right to Information Act will come into force  on 12th October,though some basic sections came into force on 15th June ,2005.Information means any material,report or document with a public authority .But according to the website of ministry of Personnel,government of India,it does not include file-notings .On 12th October, any citizen of India will be able to obtain information from a public authority as a matter of right,at least in law.&lt;br /&gt;                         Among items exempt from disclosure are:cabinet papers including records of deliberations of the Council of Ministers, Secretaries and other officers; Agencies specified by State Governments through a Notification will also be excluded.&lt;br /&gt;                       The State Information Commission will be constituted by the State Government through a Gazette notification. It will have one State Chief Information Commissioner (SCIC) and not more than 10 State Information Commissioners (SIC) to be appointed by the Governor. The Appointments Committee will be headed by the Chief Minister. Other members include the Leader of the Opposition in the Legislative Assembly and one Cabinet Minister nominated by the Chief Minister.&lt;br /&gt;The qualifications for appointment as SCIC/SIC shall be the same as that for Central Commissioners.&lt;br /&gt;The salary of the State Chief Information Commissioner will be the same as that of an Election Commissioner. The salary of the State Information Commissioner will be the same as that of the Chief Secretary of the State Government. (S.15)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;                                                      Cynics among us feel that  it gives the Chief Minister Of a state the power to oblige and appoint 11 Yesmen and party sympathizers  at hefty salaries  to the posts of one ChiefInformation Commissioner and 10 Information Commissioners&lt;/strong&gt;.The main job of these 11 persons will be to ensure how to deprive citizens from their right to information.We dont really lack laws but the belief in democratic values at political and administrative levels.In the absence of such beliefs and the will,no law can empower common citizens.Seeking reforms through enactment of laws is an exercise in futility and may erode further the faith of people in democracy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112782328881868684?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112782328881868684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112782328881868684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112782328881868684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112782328881868684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/09/right-to-information-act-2005.html' title='Right to Information Act ,2005'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112765459615996514</id><published>2005-09-25T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T06:23:17.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-actualization and mission</title><content type='html'>When i wrote my mission statement,i found i wanted to make certain changes in the world around me.However this slowly made me realize that i need to change myself also to fulfill my mission.That's how i decided to have self actualization as my goal.But i sometimes feel that self actualization is only a means to realize my mission which is embedded in society and others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112765459615996514?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112765459615996514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112765459615996514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112765459615996514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112765459615996514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/09/self-actualization-and-mission.html' title='Self-actualization and mission'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112756202493700083</id><published>2005-09-24T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T04:40:24.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-defection law</title><content type='html'>There is a serious defect in anti-defection law which needs to be plugged.In case of a dispute whether a set of legislators should stand disqualified on not,at present the adjudication  is done by the Speaker.  The  Speaker belongs to one of the parties in the ruling coalition and has his own loyalties and compulsions.This was evident in the recent hearing on a petition to disqualify certain MLAs in UP assembly.The remedy lies in amending the law  and making the Election Commision rather than the Speaker the adjudicator in such disputes.Otherwise corruption,horsetrading andsubversion of democracy will continue.&lt;br /&gt;                                         Let us hope H'ble Supreme Court lays down some rules or issues some directions on this aspect in the ongoing hearing in respect of imposition of President's rule in Bihar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112756202493700083?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112756202493700083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112756202493700083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112756202493700083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112756202493700083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/09/anti-defection-law.html' title='Anti-defection law'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112747885691665168</id><published>2005-09-23T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T05:34:16.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixed tenure for Home Secy,Defence Secy &amp;others</title><content type='html'>I agree that the decision appears good at the face of it ;its misuse is quite likely.Again by the same logic screening of bureaucrats by the same politicians  is likely to be misused&lt;br /&gt; by them  ,and honest and wellmeaning officers are likely to be the victims.Let us not do anything to reform the civil service without reforming the political system simutaneously.If that is not possible,we should allow the civil service to remain as it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112747885691665168?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112747885691665168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112747885691665168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112747885691665168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112747885691665168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/09/fixed-tenure-for-home-secydefence-secy.html' title='Fixed tenure for Home Secy,Defence Secy &amp;others'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112730344131725321</id><published>2005-09-21T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T04:50:41.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock of The Mitrokhin ArchivesPart Two</title><content type='html'>Two chapters of Mitrokin Archives Part2 are devoted to India.According to authors,by 1960s,the KGB had become the main conduit of both the money and secret communications from Moscow to the  CPI. By 1970s,``it seemed like the entire country was for sale; the KGB—and the CIA—had deeply penetrated the Indian government. After a while neither side entrusted sensitive information to the Indians, realizing their enemy would know all about it the next day." The situation was no better on the side of the CPI.The CPI had no cause for complaint: "By 1972, the import-export business founded by the CPI a decade earlier to trade with the Soviet Union had contributed more than 10 million rupees to Party funds."&lt;br /&gt;According to KGB files, there were "ten Indian newspapers on its payroll" by 1972.&lt;br /&gt;                                                     The Mitrokhin archives2 highlight the way our `friendly'agency the KGB was playing its part in India in those years when we were all the time busy in blaming the CIA.&lt;br /&gt;How naive of us!As an Indian ,I am shocked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112730344131725321?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112730344131725321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112730344131725321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112730344131725321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112730344131725321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/09/shock-of-mitrokhin-archivespart-two.html' title='Shock of The Mitrokhin ArchivesPart Two'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112724003702764352</id><published>2005-09-20T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:20:49.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes us--thinking or feeling?</title><content type='html'>Speaking of reason and passion,Kahlil Gibran says in the Prophet:``Your reason and passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul.If either your sails or your rudder be broken,you can but toss and drift,or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas.Foe reason,ruling alone,is a force confining;and passion,unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion,that it may sing;And let it direct your passion with reason. . . . . .. you should rest in reason and move in passion".The latest research reveals that we have two minds,one that thinks and one that feels.These two minds are semi-independent faculties.The thinking brain is called neocortexThe amygdala acts as a storehouse of emotional memory.Sensory signals from eyes or ears first reach in the brain to the Thalamus.From Thalamus ,they go to amygdala and independently to the neocotex .Amygdala can receive signals before neocortex receives them.Emotional responses therefore take place before the thinking or intellectual response.However pre-frontal lobes in the brain can control the emotional responsesThis involves emotional brain as much in reasoning as the thinking brain.In short there has to be an intelligent balance of emotion/feeling and reason.The latest research confirms what the poet Kahlil Gibran said.I am ,therefore ,a balanced combination of what i think and feel.The reason why many people are guided more by feelings is that they have yet to learn to be emotionally intelligent.I do not agree that our thinking detrmines our success ,unless you include emotinal intelligence also as a part of thinking.I also am of the view that i am defined by a combination of what i think AND feel.Our abilities as well as our choices are also determined by both emotions and reason.What we call competence is a combination of of our intellectual intelligence and our emotional/social intelligence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112724003702764352?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112724003702764352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112724003702764352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112724003702764352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112724003702764352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-makes-us-thinking-or-feeling.html' title='What makes us--thinking or feeling?'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112714753386100988</id><published>2005-09-19T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:32:15.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cynicism and hope</title><content type='html'>It is important to realize that we have a unique mission to fulfill in this world. However our lack of understanding,     our   ignorance and our bitter experiences sometimes make us cynics. When we turn cynics we begin to lose our mission .In order to fulfill our mission  ,it is important that we get out of cynicism by conscious efforts.&lt;br /&gt;                                           A cynic shows a disposition to disbelieve in the sincerity and goodness of human nature. We become cynic when we are   constantly   disillusioned again and again by the people, when we begin to realize that despite their benevolent façade, most people are crassly self - serving and rarely concerned about what is right. We also discover that most people tend to be hypocritical and corrupt.&lt;br /&gt;                                          We also become cynic when we see the appalling poverty in the world and more than 30,000 children dying daily due to causes which are utterly preventable. When we see or experience discrimination   on the basis of gender or race, when we suffer personally and know that those who pretend that such suffering does not exist are lying to themselves or turning a blind eye that such suffering will not befall them.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                           Many events in our life also strengthen our sense of cynicisme humans’ willingness to inflict pain and their ability to find pleasure in inflicting pain-whether in the realm of the global or the intimate, some part in us wants to die and does die .As cynics we think that we see the world all too clearly, but do nothing against injustice except to see through the perpetrators of injustice. We have lost all hope. We do not trust any body and nobody trusts us. As a result we cannot build or lead any organization   or even attempt to change the situation.                    The last thirty   years   of life   in India has seen a great rise in cynicism   on the part   of the Indian public. The cynicism has been directed both at   government and at business. These institutions have lost the faith of many   Indians   in their ability to do right by them  .Ignorance, cynicism and apathy are persistent   threats to our democratic system of government.  Cynicism is particularly prevalent   in poor people and weaker sections of society. Frustration in these sections has led to the need for grass-roots organizations on the issue of justice and   inequalities. Their mission should be  to combat apathy and cynicism by renewing their interest and participation in political process  We should constantly reflect on how   to overcome  the cynicism that constantly besets our own lives; how to make a difference for those who struggle  ;how to deepen the faith we can easily share with them ;the faith that spirit matters To believe that even one person can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                   We need clearer insight and perspective about our own selves and the institutions that shape our world. We realize that&lt;br /&gt;*True good causes ripples that expand through eternity, and is not wasted.&lt;br /&gt;*People and animals that were helped by us remember those kindnesses, and are thankful.&lt;br /&gt;*There are others who care, others who also dare to see the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;*All of us face struggle but it is not a pointless struggle.*Most of the channels that the dominant culture offers us to make the world a better place are themselves embedded in the same   authority   structures   .Therefore often the solutions are part of the problem .Such solutions never work and lead us to disillusionment and cynicism .The solutions have to be more radical.&lt;br /&gt;                                                        *Problems are never wholly individual and can not be solved   in individual ways .Part  of the solution is always to be found in the bigger struggle in which all have a part. This leads to further action along with others   who have understood the reality in the same manner .In a way cynicism offers us an opportunity to connect with such like minded people who are worth working with and     living   for  .  Sharing   collective discussion and collective action enables us to shore up each other’s sense of hope still further.                                       As we   struggle   along  the  contours of our mission begin to become clearer. We may not always be clear about the choices and decisions we should make  .But  struggling to achieve our mission is a source of joy .This joy along with hope becomes a driver for further struggle and we traverse our journey to realize our mission with more confidence, contribution ,maturity and creativity ,regardless of the outcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112714753386100988?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112714753386100988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112714753386100988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112714753386100988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112714753386100988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/09/cynicism-and-hope.html' title='Cynicism and hope'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112629276019522584</id><published>2005-09-09T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:22:11.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Clinton visits Lucknow</title><content type='html'>I like this post by Amardeep Singh:&lt;br /&gt;Bill Clinton Goes To Lucknow Only&lt;br /&gt;(A little gossip post.)You thought Bill Clinton was doing his &lt;a href="http://www.bushclintonkatrinafund.org/"&gt;Hurricane relief thing&lt;/a&gt;? Well, he is,&lt;a href="http://www.hindustantimes.com/news/181_1485574,0006.htm"&gt;except yesterday&lt;/a&gt; he popped up at a "Global Industrial Meet" event organized by the state government of Uttar Pradesh, in north-central India. It's one of those 'spend tons of money so that someone will spend money on you' types of affairs. And while it's not a totally frivolous affair, it certainly isn't anything like charity. (Bill Clinton is clearly not trying to be Jimmy Carter.)How much did the Mulayam Singh Yadav government spend to get Clinton? I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sent the following comment:&lt;br /&gt;The common citizens of India at Lucknow continue to wonder what pompted Mr. Bill Clinton to come to Lucknow,for in the name of Global industrial meet, there was only a lavish party in the city of Nawabs and a musical performance by artists from Bombay.All this at a time when we have Katrina in New Orleans and Over five thousand deaths due to Japanese Encephalitis in eastern parts of Uttar Pradesh.A Global insult to the sensibilities ofpeople who can easily see behind such dramas.Thank you for writing on this subject.I have been an admirer of your blog posts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112629276019522584?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112629276019522584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112629276019522584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112629276019522584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112629276019522584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/09/bill-clinton-visits-lucknow_09.html' title='Bill Clinton visits Lucknow'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112628748075116656</id><published>2005-09-09T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T09:40:18.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you smell a sarcasm here?</title><content type='html'>India has offered 5million$ aid for relief operations in New orleans Katrina disaster.Here is the last part of a post by one Mr Bruces on his blog regarding this assistance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's bloomin' Rudyard Kipling when we need 'im, eh?&lt;br /&gt;I sha'n't forgit the night When I dropped be'ind the fight With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been. I was chokin' mad with thirst, An' the man that spied me first Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din.&lt;br /&gt;'E lifted up my 'ead, An' 'e plugged me where I bled, An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water—green; It was crawlin' an' it stunk, But of all the drinks I've drunk, I'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.&lt;br /&gt;It was "Din! Din! Din! 'Ere's a beggar with a bullet through 'is spleen; 'E's chawin' up the ground an' 'e's kickin' all around: For Gawd's sake, git the water, Gunga Din!"&lt;br /&gt;'E carried me away To where a dooli lay, An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean. 'E put me safe inside, An' just before 'e died: "I 'ope you liked your drink," sez Gunga Din. So I'll meet 'im later on In the place where 'e is gone— Where it's always double drill and no canteen; 'E'll be squattin' on the coals Givin' drink to pore damned souls, An' I'll get a swig in Hell from Gunga Din!&lt;br /&gt;Din! Din! Din! You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din! Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you, By the livin' Gawd that made you, You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!&lt;br /&gt;This post is a link to the blog boingboing.net where another blogger Xeni Jardin has given this heading to a post on same subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="021903"&gt;Katrina: whew, here comes India to save us, at last! Snip from a report in The Times of India, Sep. 4:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A careful reading of these posts ,to my mind, does indicate a Mindset full of sarcasm and racialism of their authors and they need to withdraw their offensive comments with apologies.I request all Indians to do whatever they can to ensure that this is done by the concerned without any delay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112628748075116656?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112628748075116656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112628748075116656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112628748075116656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112628748075116656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-you-smell-sarcasm-here.html' title='Do you smell a sarcasm here?'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112626622190044021</id><published>2005-09-09T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T04:47:08.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I do to make this world a better place?</title><content type='html'>What am I doing to make the world a better place? I take small steps I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I do my job involving public service honestly and efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;I donot waste water,electricity and gas.&lt;br /&gt;I criticize politicians,bureaucrats and media or any person entrusted with authority in trust when any of them abuses the trust reposed.&lt;br /&gt;I never throw litter on the roads.&lt;br /&gt;I pay my taxes and dues on time.&lt;br /&gt;I consciously inculcate right values in myself,my children and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112626622190044021?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112626622190044021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112626622190044021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112626622190044021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112626622190044021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-i-do-to-make-this-world-better.html' title='What I do to make this world a better place?'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112602662050536142</id><published>2005-09-06T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T10:10:20.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pledge on Teacher's Day</title><content type='html'>Kalam makes teachers take pledge&lt;br /&gt;   (IANS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.tribalfusion.com/l.click?clickID=ESLLSKFFHHOMECHKGVJVQDFMPOSTNWKRQSFBQTGOQVKSPKJICEHLKMOFLEKVUXDWRMPDVMFIJJJ&amp;clickURL=http%3a%2f%2fweb%2etickle%2ecom%2fforward%3fsid%3d1443%26supp%3d300x250%5fIQ%5fvowels%5fnoborder%26test%3duiqogt" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.tribalfusion.com/i.click?site=keralanext&amp;amp;adSpace=ROS&amp;size=300x250&amp;amp;requestID=71347330" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalam makes teachers take pledge  Posted on 28 Hours,23 minutes Ago&lt;br /&gt;New Delhi, Sep 5 : The didactic President A.P.J. Abdul Kalam Monday took the occasion of teachers' day to administer a pledge to teachers on loving their job, committing their life to it and creating enlightened beings. As he presented the national awards to teachers for the year 2004, Kalam made a gathering of teachers repeat his 10-point pledge after him.&lt;br /&gt;"I will love teaching. Teaching will be my soul. I will be fully committed to the great mission of teaching.&lt;br /&gt;I will consider myself to be a great teacher only when I am capable of elevating the average student to a high performance. I will organise and conduct my life, in such a way that my life itself is a message for my students.&lt;br /&gt;I will encourage the students and children to ask questions and develop the spirit of enquiry, so that they blossom into creative enlightened citizens. I will treat all students equally and will not support any differentiation on account of religion, community or language. I will constantly endeavour to fill my mind with great thoughts and spread nobility in thinking and action among my students.&lt;br /&gt;I will always celebrate the success of my students. I will continuously build capacities in teaching for imparting quality education to students. I realize by being a teacher, I am making an important contribution to the efforts of national development."&lt;br /&gt;Kalam also urged teachers to infuse the "beauty of science" into teaching, to draw from the freedom to think and imagine and encourage inquiry. "Eventually, the teacher has to create a life long autonomous learner who will blossom into an enlightened citizen," the president said, reminding the gathering that he himself was a teacher. The birth anniversary of former president and educationist Servapalli Radhakrishnan is celebrated as the teachers' day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112602662050536142?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112602662050536142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112602662050536142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112602662050536142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112602662050536142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/09/pledge-on-teachers-day.html' title='Pledge on Teacher&apos;s Day'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112600657358061926</id><published>2005-09-06T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T04:36:13.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deplorable Inaction on Japanese Encephalitis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="78932"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;Deplorable Inaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is shocking to read about Nero fiddling when Rome is burning.It is difficult not to feel indignant at such a callous indifference and criminal neglect ,attempt to escape responsibility by the Chief Minister of UP when thousands of helpless and hapless children are dying of Japanese Encephalitis.&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Anandsharma, India, 05-09-2005 at 1826 hours IST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112600657358061926?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112600657358061926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112600657358061926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112600657358061926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112600657358061926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/09/deplorable-inaction-on-japanese.html' title='Deplorable Inaction on Japanese Encephalitis'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112585974415763857</id><published>2005-09-04T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T04:42:27.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right to information</title><content type='html'>I like the following news from Indian Express of September4,2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;a class="links1" href="http://www.indianexpress.com/front_page.html"&gt;Front Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time running out, babus try to block your right to know&lt;br /&gt;Explaining the new right to information law, Govt’s website says information you can get does not include ‘file notings.’ Law doesn’t say this at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="byline" href="http://www.indianexpress.com/about/feedback.html?url=http://www.indianexpress.com/full_story.php?content_id=77531&amp;title=Time%20running%20out,%20babus%20try%20to%20block%20your%20right%20to%20know"&gt;MANOJ MITTA &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indianexpress.com/about/feedback.html?url=http://www.indianexpress.com/full_story.php?content_id=77531&amp;amp;title=Time%20running%20out,%20babus%20try%20to%20block%20your%20right%20to%20know"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="MM_callJS('javascript:subm()')" href="http://www.indianexpress.com/full_story.php?content_id=77531#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indianexpress.com/print.php?content_id=77531" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted online: Sunday, September 04, 2005 at 0151 hours IST&lt;br /&gt;NEW DELHI, SEPTEMBER 3: Aware that its days of hiding behind red tape are numbered, the bureaucracy is making a last-ditch attempt to subvert the Right to Information Act which comes into force from October 12.The Act, passed with over 100 amendments that strengthened it, thanks largely to the pressure exerted on the Government by UPA chairman Sonia Gandhi’s National Advisory Council, is not due to come into force till October 12.&lt;br /&gt;Flagrantly violating the law, the Ministry of Personnel has issued guidelines, also posted on its official website, claiming that Section 2(f) of the RTI Act defines information in such a manner that it ‘‘does not include file notings.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://banners.expressindia.com/adsnew/adclick.php?bannerid=963&amp;zoneid=426&amp;amp;source=&amp;amp;dest=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.online.citibank.co.in%2Fportal%2Fcitiinforms.jsp%3Fform_id%3DfrmRcaEnglish%26eOfferCode%3DIEXPO200" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Incidentally, Section 8 of the Freedom of Information Act 2002, which has been repealed by the RTI Act 2005, did exempt file notings from disclosure. The misrepresentation of the new law indicates that the bureaucracy hasn’t still come to terms with the change.&lt;br /&gt;File notings are invaluable information on the government’s decision-making process as these form the basis for executive decisions and policy formulations. These also help track responses of different departments and officials and identify who did what when and why.&lt;br /&gt;Backdoor, because there is, in fact, no such exemption of file notings in Section 2(f) nor any other provision of the RTI Act.&lt;br /&gt;On August 25, Shekhar Singh, convenor of the National Campaign For People’s Right to Information, along with Aruna Roy, member of the NAC, wrote to Suresh Pachauri, Minister of Personnel, Public Grievances and Pensions pointing this out. ‘‘A lot of harm has already been done by this wrong statement on the DoPT web site,’’ they wrote, ‘‘and many officers are quoting it, the DoPT immediately needs to withdraw this wrong statement.’’&lt;br /&gt;No reaction has come from the Ministry so far, the website hasn’t been changed. Pachauri, despite repeated attempts, was not available for comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you need to access file notings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bureaucrats argue that letting people see file notings may hamper frank exchanges. But right to know campaigners argue otherwise:• They show who said what, who did what, at what stage• Can be only defence for honest bureaucrats• Disclosure may show that some controversial decision was taken despite the objections of a conscientious bureaucrat.• Fixes accountability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alleged exclusion of file notings is repeatedly highlighted on the website in the form of response to a fundamental question: ‘‘What is information?’’&lt;br /&gt;The answer given is: ‘‘Information means any material in any form including records, documents, memos, e-mails, opinions, advices .... but does not include ‘‘file notings’’ [S.2(f)].’’&lt;br /&gt;The entire answer is a verbatim reproduction of Section 2(f) except for the gratuitous disclaimer at the end that file notings are excluded from the definition of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open('/ieimages/pics/rti-b.jpg','','width=343, height=570')" href="http://www.indianexpress.com/full_story.php?content_id=77531#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One probable fallout is that public authorities at the Centre and states may, following the Personnel Ministry’s own misinterpretation of the law, refuse to disclose any file notings, thereby frustrating an important aspect of the Right to Information (RTI) Act.&lt;br /&gt;The definition of information in Section 2(f) is all-encompassing and does not exclude any form of material.&lt;br /&gt;The Act only exempts certain categories of information under Section 8 and certain intelligence and security organisations under Section 24.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, contrary to the Personnel Ministry’s blanket disclaimer, a lot of the file notings that are made every day by bureaucrats and ministers are not exempted from disclosure by either Section 8 or Section 24 of the Act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112585974415763857?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112585974415763857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112585974415763857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112585974415763857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112585974415763857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/09/right-to-information.html' title='Right to information'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112577300558947925</id><published>2005-09-03T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T11:43:25.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Encephalitis</title><content type='html'>The toll due to Japanese Encephalitis rose to 360 in Gorakhpur on 3rd September while the figure for the entire state of UP has crossed 400.The majority of victims are children.The disease is spreading slowly in the entire Eastern UP. JE has taken epidemic proportions.There is shortage of medicines,beds and medical staff.There is laxity and apathy on the part of state government at all levels.There are only five nurses in the two wards  of the concerned hospital of King George Medical University in Lucknow where over 100 patients are under treatment.Three children are accommodated on each bed.&lt;br /&gt;          The matter is in the knowledge of the Chief Minister of UP but despite this ,things  and management have not improved.Perhaps the helpless dying children dont have any right to vote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112577300558947925?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112577300558947925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112577300558947925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112577300558947925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112577300558947925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/09/japanese-encephalitis.html' title='Japanese Encephalitis'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112549063339018357</id><published>2005-08-31T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T10:06:04.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal mission statement writing-worthdoing</title><content type='html'>I feel great after writing personal mission statement.It has given me self-direction,motivation and a clarity in day to day living.It is tremendously satisfying, believe me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112549063339018357?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112549063339018357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112549063339018357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112549063339018357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112549063339018357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/08/personal-mission-statement-writing.html' title='Personal mission statement writing-worthdoing'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112533957440757833</id><published>2005-08-29T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T11:22:20.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make this world a better place</title><content type='html'>I like this entry from 43things.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="entry86436"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/person/Firefalcon"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/person/Firefalcon"&gt;Firefalcon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/things/view/326"&gt;make the world a better place&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our World — 11 weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;Our World&lt;br /&gt;It is our children’s inheritance&lt;br /&gt;But we are wasting it today&lt;br /&gt;An uncaring society&lt;br /&gt;And no-where left for them to play…&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;Indifference breeds indifference&lt;br /&gt;What once shocked is now ignored&lt;br /&gt;Caring only about me, me, me&lt;br /&gt;And intolerant of those abroad.&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes, open your heart&lt;br /&gt;There are many things you can do&lt;br /&gt;A simple smile can lighten a soul&lt;br /&gt;And takes but a moment, too…&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;Think before you act, for every action or inaction&lt;br /&gt;Is like a ripple in a pool&lt;br /&gt;How will it affect others&lt;br /&gt;Should you do it at all?&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.earthfromtheair.com/facts.html"&gt;Stop, read this and think&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you help someone today?&lt;br /&gt;Gavin (Firefalcon) 10/6/2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112533957440757833?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112533957440757833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112533957440757833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112533957440757833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112533957440757833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/08/make-this-world-better-place.html' title='Make this world a better place'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112524864801500597</id><published>2005-08-28T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T10:04:08.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My personal mission statement</title><content type='html'>I started writing about my personal mission statement on 18th April,2005 and i could give shape to the first draft on 27th August,2005.It took about 4months and 10days.I had wriitten about 43 pages about my Self and related matters to know exactly what my mission in life is.I firmly believe that all human beings are born with a mission in life but we have to discover it as we growup.We cant really choose our mission.To some people ,this may sound fatalistic but free will comes into play when we make efforts to realize this mission and not  in choosing the mission.&lt;br /&gt;            Here is my mission statement:&lt;br /&gt;        I am born to read all the great books of this world,to discover the hidden and indepth meaning of life ,and explain that meaning to others through my writings and speeches.For this ,language will not be a barrier for me.Movies and arts will  be helpful in achieving this goal.&lt;br /&gt;           I intend to be an intellectual and influence the political and cultural situation of this country (India)and the world.In the process,I want to set the stage for reforms in society and fight injustice in all its forms.For this purpose.I will concentrate my physical,mental,emotional ,moral and spiritual powers, making use of philosophy,yoga and psychology.In doing so,I will endeavour to take the help of as many people as possible and to inspire them to reach high ideals and shall relentlessly practise the values of integrity and truth,compassion and non-violence,conscience,courage,communication,competence,zest and trust.&lt;br /&gt;        Please write any suggestions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112524864801500597?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112524864801500597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112524864801500597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112524864801500597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112524864801500597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-personal-mission-statement.html' title='My personal mission statement'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112506213835014495</id><published>2005-08-26T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T12:18:55.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog of Nandita Das</title><content type='html'>I liked this post from the blog IntentBlog .It is bog of Nandita Das::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.intentblog.com/archives/2005/08/see_nude_girls.html"&gt;« SEE NUDE GIRLS&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.intentblog.com/"&gt;Main&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.intentblog.com/archives/2005/08/a_few_words_mor.html#"&gt;A few words more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted by &lt;a href="http://www.intentblog.com/author.php?author=Nandita"&gt;Nandita Das&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.intentblog.com/archives/2005/08/a_few_words_mor.html"&gt;August 25, 2005 at 10:48 PM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been seeing a battle of words and thoughts on various posts in the last few days and strangely it has stirred many thoughts in my mind. I don’t think I have the skill to articulate them adequately.&lt;br /&gt;God sent was an email that came with many quotes from Martin Luther King Jr., whom I so admire. He has said it all. And it’s amazing how relevant it is to the times we are living in. His wisdom comes from deep compassion and understanding of the human condition. I quote him:&lt;br /&gt;“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent aboutthings that matter.” “I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional lovewill have the final word in reality. That is whyright, temporarily defeated, is stronger than eviltriumphant.”“In the end, we will remember not the words of ourenemies, but the silence of our friends.”“Nonviolence is the answer to the crucial political andmoral questions of our time; the need for mankind toovercome oppression and violence without resorting tooppression and violence. Mankind must evolve for allhuman conflict a method which rejects revenge,aggression, and retaliation. The foundation of such amethod is love.”“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.”“I submit to you that if a man hasn't discoveredsomething he will die for, he isn't fit to live.”“Nothing in all the world is more dangerous thansincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.”“The ultimate measure of a man is not where he standsin moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112506213835014495?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112506213835014495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112506213835014495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112506213835014495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112506213835014495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-of-nandita-das.html' title='Blog of Nandita Das'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112481411327358487</id><published>2005-08-23T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T09:21:53.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Political reservation for women in India</title><content type='html'>My views on the above subject are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;         Reservation may not be an ideal way to empower women but very few practical alternatives seem to be available.Political power with women representatives may help in creating awareness among women in general.It is worth giving a try in India.                            Anand&lt;br /&gt;                    I have posted these comments to DesiPundit&gt;Governance also&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112481411327358487?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112481411327358487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112481411327358487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112481411327358487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112481411327358487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/08/political-reservation-for-women-in.html' title='Political reservation for women in India'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112471835351438224</id><published>2005-08-22T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T07:56:02.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free markets and bleeding hearts</title><content type='html'>I have posted the following comment on the post regarding bleeding heartson the blog'Octane is in the air'&lt;br /&gt;Talk to a landless farmer about Empowering him and he will look aghast at you.And what is empowerment in any case?Who is to empower whom?How do free markets and liberalization empower a poor, landless ,illiterate,scheduled caste man (worse if she is a woman)?Who are these We in your post who you say have to empower individuals to create a growing pie which will be cut by automatic mechanism called free market?They would be another class of bleeding hearts from whom we need to attain freedomCertain interventions are essential if we have a faith in the inviolable dignity of every humanbeing.I do agree that present politco-bureaucratic nexus in our country is incapable of any meaningful intervention in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;3:37 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="window.open(this.href);" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=3949168&amp;amp;postID=112471783989513755"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112471835351438224?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112471835351438224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112471835351438224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112471835351438224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112471835351438224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/08/free-markets-and-bleeding-hearts.html' title='Free markets and bleeding hearts'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112461366941961692</id><published>2005-08-21T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T01:41:09.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let us stop this corruption</title><content type='html'>On 18th August,TV channel Aaj Tak  flashed a news story saying that Lucknow Development Authority allotted 28 plots to certain powerful politicians and their kins and some bureaucrats  throwing all the norms and procedures to winds.I would not have bothered about it and treated this another case of ordinary corruption ,had I not noticed some extraordinary features.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the applicants had chosen not to reveal the names of their father and in the column provided for it,they had written father or Pita.Some of the applicants got the allotment letter one day earlier than the date of their application for allotment.The landuse of the plots had been converted from institutional to residential to facilitate allotments.&lt;br /&gt;                                     What intrigued me was that in the press conference held by the Vice chairman of the Authority,Secretary to the Chief Minister was present.Both are IAS officers.&lt;br /&gt;They justified it on the ground that similar out of the way allotments have been done earlier also.What was intiguing more was the release of a list in their press note containing the name of 47 officers and journalists whom plot had been allotted earlier in a similar manner.&lt;br /&gt;                                  What floored me completely was the press conference addressed by the Chief Minister Mulayam Singh Yadav saying that it is an attempt to malign him because the newschannel focussed on showiong the photograph of the special secretary to the CM,an IAS officer Anita Singh.&lt;br /&gt;                                   One expects from a Chief Minister in a democracy to come with clean hands,so that a common citizen may retain her faith in democracy.Incidents and coduct of senior administrative and political functionaries in this and similar cases has lowered my faith in democracy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112461366941961692?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112461366941961692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112461366941961692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112461366941961692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112461366941961692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/08/let-us-stop-this-corruption.html' title='Let us stop this corruption'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112452166958586715</id><published>2005-08-20T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T00:07:49.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my comment on coutesies and sacrifices</title><content type='html'>I posted the following comment today on the above subject to a bloa Bhartie:&lt;br /&gt;          You seem to have written at two different planes.One is at the level of day to day interactions which Daniel Goleman describes as emotional intelligence.Little things count,little courtesies like saying thankyou or sorry matter and often bring some material success.The other plane touches the holy ground where maryrs and heroes made supreme sacrifices for certain ideals.They didnot do it out of any emotional intelligence.Such actions raised the whole countries and sometimes the entire humanity a few inches higher.I often wonder when writers like Ayn Rand say that all human actions arise out of selfishness.I think of Bhagat Singh and reflect.No,all actions cant be inspired by selfishness.Some actions are selfless.Whether they enable us to win,I hope so. .i am not sure. . .but maybe they dont.Thank you for writing earnestly on such a wonderful subject. Anand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112452166958586715?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112452166958586715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112452166958586715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112452166958586715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112452166958586715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-comment-on-coutesies-and-sacrifices.html' title='my comment on coutesies and sacrifices'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112444465902584452</id><published>2005-08-19T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T02:44:19.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie called Mangal Pandey</title><content type='html'>Today I am going with my daughter to see Mengal Pandey,the Rising.A demand from Mangal pandey's village in Ballia district of UP,India has been voiced to ban this movie on the ground that the movie doesnt mention the name of Ballia or native village of Pandey.This ,to my mind ,is utterly parochial.Others like Stardust have published a story about Amir's two years old illegitimate son .This again seems to have no relation with the movie.A third objection has been raised in Britain about the movie being anti-British as it has shown certain officials of East India Company in bad light.Again I dont believe it.&lt;br /&gt;                                      Any movie is an an artistic piece and should be judged on that touchstone alone.Other extraneous factors should not be allowed to come between the movie and its viewers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112444465902584452?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112444465902584452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112444465902584452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112444465902584452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112444465902584452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/08/movie-called-mangal-pandey.html' title='Movie called Mangal Pandey'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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-15070860.post-112307365244588149</id><published>2005-08-03T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T06:42:12.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mera Bharat</title><content type='html'>I often wonder whether Bharat,that is India, is really a great country today.In any case what makes a country great?Is it the average person on the street?Or is it some of those people whom we call great,who make a nation great?I hesitate to answer this question especially when i see poverty,pollution,garbage,corruption,laziness and weak consciences all around me.No amount of slogans like Mera Bharat Mahaan or Jis desh mein Ganga bahti hai, inspires me.Not that i always felt this way.As a child i often thought that when i grow up ,i will find some truth in these slogans or songs.But not any longer.&lt;br /&gt;Many many years back ,i read a book by Kamla Markandaya.:Nectar in a sieve.I read it again recently.It quotes Coleridge in the beginning:Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve,and hope without an object cannot live.&lt;br /&gt;What hope do we have to make this country great?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-112307365244588149?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/feeds/112307365244588149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15070860&amp;postID=112307365244588149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112307365244588149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15070860/posts/default/112307365244588149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/08/mera-bharat.html' title='Mera Bharat'/><author><name>anandsharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04652430571936293234</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></feed>
