tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35801119430015603392024-02-20T07:38:38.025+05:30ImpressionsThis blog has been witness to my journey, I`ve cried, I`ve laughed, but, mostly I`ve LIVED through this blog.Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.comBlogger368125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-60372367263015140842014-08-14T23:44:00.002+05:302014-08-14T23:47:16.708+05:30I am Buddha.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit2D-q0cIIWNzA6FowTna1bQ0qp0KO3AhtYhm-uYm2yz-pxWZ2Dbw4Yf97lMN9Z1iPNmpqjMrN1-LupLsWz084aKXUxLOkblWhuhDDJB0NRIe6vu0TKoyDejIjzvZOpnTPnh2xSC8-smc/s1600/th.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit2D-q0cIIWNzA6FowTna1bQ0qp0KO3AhtYhm-uYm2yz-pxWZ2Dbw4Yf97lMN9Z1iPNmpqjMrN1-LupLsWz084aKXUxLOkblWhuhDDJB0NRIe6vu0TKoyDejIjzvZOpnTPnh2xSC8-smc/s1600/th.jpg" /></a>My quest to find Life leads me,<br />
my search for a voice leads me,<br />
my struggle to bloom,<br />
to flower,<br />
to live,<br />
leads me to you,<br />
I try,<br />
I fail,<br />
noises, voiceless silences, meaningless chatter ,engulf me.<br />
I try again,like the spider of King Bruce.<br />
I know I will succeed,<br />
I need to succeed<br />
I need to find me<br />
I need to share me<br />
I need to speak<br />
I need to breathe<br />
I know I will find you ,<br />
Oh Buddha! Sweet Realization!<br />
I am Buddha, me and you , us.<br />
How, How can I not?<br />
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Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-39194834234211671442014-03-24T08:48:00.001+05:302014-03-24T08:48:19.100+05:30Moonlight.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/23700000/mermaid-in-the-desert-mermaids-23770766-1280-1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" class="irc_mut" height="255" id="irc_mi" src="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/23700000/mermaid-in-the-desert-mermaids-23770766-1280-1024.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px;" width="320" /></a>I lay still, silent, on the bed of sand,</div>
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listening to the sea singing a quite lullaby. </div>
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The silvery moonlight caresses my shivering stretching body. <br />
I feel like a mermaid an ethereal creature, waiting, waiting to be found.</div>
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How long can I hide,how long can I deny,the explosion of emotions, intensity of thoughts, wild desires,<br />
Oh! I no longer want to be a mermaid half fish, half woman, bathed in moonlight helpless! </div>
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I scream in my head,</div>
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silent screams.<br />
Please listen!<br />
I plead!<br />
It's time!<br />
My life! <br />
Come!</div>
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Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-18197292529610720382013-08-06T21:19:00.001+05:302013-08-09T12:30:31.819+05:30fears and tears<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In the stillness of the orange sunset,<br />
I wait, wait for,<br />
<a href="https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTm7bGBTAmmM9BrwkQdWfbjzkG5l5M34Sarjsti83g56ydF5SbSmA" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" id="irc_mi" src="https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTm7bGBTAmmM9BrwkQdWfbjzkG5l5M34Sarjsti83g56ydF5SbSmA" style="cursor: move; margin-top: 0px;" width="320" /></a>a glimpse of your face,<br />
the sound of your voice, <br />
a few loving words.<br />
Patiently,and alone I wait.<br />
I am not lonely,<br />
I have your memories,<br />
I know your pain,<br />
your reluctance,<br />
your fears.<br />
But do you value my tears? <br />
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Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-34823382288516796312013-08-06T20:50:00.000+05:302013-08-06T20:50:52.187+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Been Away for a long time...<br />
lived, laughed, cried and came back..</div>
Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-3568049795623936312012-04-26T20:04:00.000+05:302012-04-26T20:04:33.339+05:30Know me a little more...my sky...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As dusk falls, <br />
The sea is getting wild,<br />
The sky wants to kiss it ,<br />
But, no chance!<br />
So far, yet so near.. can u feel me?<br />
My spirit, feels your breath,<br />
Your imagined touch makes me quiver..<br />
The waves of desire flows in my blood..<br />
The sands of time will bring us close again,<br />
I live in hope, on an island of love!<br />
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</div>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-7368467531226742352012-03-01T23:40:00.004+05:302012-03-01T23:43:57.275+05:30without a boss we worked hard!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The last couple of weeks were really good.<br />
My boss, was on leave!<br />
I must say, that we worked hard and sincerely.<br />
I discovered that when my boss is present, we procrastinate.We are lethargic and do not like to work.<br />
Managing human resource is a big challenge and cannot be done without help and training.</div>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-86311403395831514772012-02-18T18:46:00.003+05:302014-08-15T00:06:47.166+05:30The one meeting wonder<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>Most men are looking for Free Sex.</b><br />
Of course I know this! But each time , a man tries this with me I feel like so sad.<br />
Last week, I went to a club with friends.<br />
There I met a man , introduced by my friends. A well known writer.<br />
He seemed a mature and wonderful person , older and sensitive.<br />
We had a good conversation about books ,music, life, philosophy.<br />
He took my number.<br />
Next day he invited me for dinner.<br />
I went, and the first thing he said was "lets go to my hotel room!"<br />
I was shocked, and so disappointed.<br />
I didn't know him, nothing about him, I thought dinner would be a process of knowing more about each other.... but for him, it was just a way to get a woman into bed.. all the charm ... just to sleep with a woman....what a waste...<br />
The meeting, potential association, everything ,ended with the first sentence.<br />
I said sorry I need to go home.<br />
<b>Don`t people believe in friendships any more?</b><br />
<b>Is sex everything? Shame!</b></div>
Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-28138284526376770132012-02-11T00:21:00.000+05:302014-08-14T23:47:08.189+05:30Happy Valentines!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">My Soul! You seem afar, as I gaze at you through the windows of my eyes,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">And as I sit in quiet meditation of you, my Beloved, I see and feel you and only you!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">My heart seems to have found its way into yours, My Lord!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">And having found its true place is quivering in delight!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">For me, My Love! you are my only hope, </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">And with you in my heart, I can spend my entire life in peace!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">I live with you in me and wish to die with your name on my lips</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">And my world is in you and in you is my world! My Lord!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">My Soul! I dream of us day and night,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">And hope that each of our dreams may come true!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">All my waking moments are spent in thinking about you,My Soul!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">And I feel your fragrance and presence in my sleep!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">My lord! my only fear is for our innocent and pure love, </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">And that it may reach its zenith , without any more pain and betrayals from this world!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYHMNkuQisU">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYHMNkuQisU</a></span></span><br />
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Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-90048957925346114212012-02-06T18:54:00.000+05:302012-02-06T19:05:55.435+05:30A man who came to conduct a workshop<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today a man came to conduct a workshop at our workplace.<br />
He was an example of how a person conducting a workshop should <b>NOT</b> be.<br />
1. He wanted to control every action of everyone.<br />
2. shouted at people when they came late after break.<br />
3. was sarcastic.<br />
4. insulted the audience.<br />
5. told the audience that he was aggressive because he was fearful.<br />
6. craked stupid jokes<br />
7. used some sayings and old wives tales as examples.<br />
8. was egoistic <br />
9. took up more time, saying that some people came back late from break, so as a punishment he would take up more time.<br />
In the end, everyone was happy, when the session, ended, everyone gave a huge sigh of relief!<br />
whew!<br />
<br /></div>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-3789363311567371072012-02-05T13:25:00.002+05:302012-02-05T13:26:56.103+05:30An American lady in Mumbai<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Yesterday I went for the Kala Ghoda festival in Mumbai.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjriyzLzij7clh6Kzy8vfTxYiJYYzYvZaQRyrzBMDr3KHSsNAT6RISsrkz49zWq1ZUhmGMlijOQ2Q0KFmepqTY0jLkOZgkSsyLvSi62NEey2eJ7-qZS4c2SWBJaPBBBtzAgRAKC-gZAtNE/s1600/Kala_Ghoda_Art_Festival_2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjriyzLzij7clh6Kzy8vfTxYiJYYzYvZaQRyrzBMDr3KHSsNAT6RISsrkz49zWq1ZUhmGMlijOQ2Q0KFmepqTY0jLkOZgkSsyLvSi62NEey2eJ7-qZS4c2SWBJaPBBBtzAgRAKC-gZAtNE/s320/Kala_Ghoda_Art_Festival_2012.jpg" width="320" /></a>It was wonderful. The energy, the people, the colour, the creativity.<br />
Everything was great. My German friends ( who were visiting Mumbai) had come to experience the festival.<br />
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With them was an American lady. In the beginning everything was great the conversation was good, she was telling me about her travels in India etc.<br />
Since she was travelling alone, I was even contemplating travelling with her to Ladakh.<br />
Then we decided to go for dinner.<br />
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I love the Shalimar hotel at Bhendi Bazar. The food is amazing and it is a friendly place. I had taken my German friends earlier there so they too agreed to go there.<br />
<b><i><u><a href="http://www.cnngo.com/mumbai/eat/boys-night-mumbais-best-biryani-takeout-list-721428">http://www.cnngo.com/mumbai/eat/boys-night-mumbais-best-biryani-takeout-list-721428</a> </u></i></b>
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As soon as we reached the place the American woman started ordering the waiters to switch off the A.C. ( most eaters were there because of the A.C) which I thought was very rude.<br />
We agreed that we would share the food . I like spicy food but when I go out with people who cannot tolerate spices, I usually adjust with what they are eating. So we ordered ,<br />
1. Chicken ( kaju)-non spicy<br />
2. Tandoori chicken<br />
3. Pepper salt lamb ( which was actually goat, I think)<br />
4. Rice and 3 rotis<br />
5 Vegetable salad.<br />
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I was really amazed how a person can be so inconsiderate .<br />
She took most of the Tandoori Chicken that we had ordered and kept it on her plate. ( was she so hungry?) There were just some bones left for the others. Complained about no lettuce in the salad. Was rude to the waiters again.<br />
Bitched about Indians with me sitting there.<br />
And the last straw!<br />
When the bill came we( the Germans and me ) decided to chip in and share the bill as always. The bill was Rs. 830 .<br />
The American especially asked me if I was okay with chipping in!<br />
How typical of her to think that, me being Indian, was out for a free meal!<br />
How ignorant of her!<br />
Thank God she didnt ask me if I went to school!<br />
Later after she left, the Germans and me, we sighed with relief!<br />
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<b><i><u>I thought that, how can you be a traveller if you cant enjoy the journey. </u></i></b><br />
<b><i><u>At the altar of individualism,empathy is sacrificed.</u></i></b><br />
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<br /></div>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-27298241812607808852012-02-03T19:14:00.000+05:302012-02-05T13:29:47.846+05:30Profound words!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Yesterday I went to my retired colleagues home.<br />
If my mother would have been alive, she would have been her age. I have always felt a warm love and affection for his unassuming woman.<br />
Very traditional in her appearance but extremely intelligent in her approach to life.<br />
As I was chatting with her after lunch ( she had prepared a lovely lunch for me) she told me very sternly..<b>" You know what? You have to learn to Live! "</b><br />
I did not speak for a long time after that. Learn to live ! Yes that intelligent approach again.<br />
Intelligence is after all, about the way you cope with life situations and what you learn in the process is life!<br />
She also told me one very important thing.<b>" What is this life? Hey, its all a big drama. Just live!"</b><br />
Profound!</div>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-61707417179212082252012-02-01T19:26:00.002+05:302012-02-01T19:26:58.651+05:30Today Day 1 Feb 1 2012<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Starting Today ,I have decided to give myself 15 minutes of silence in the morning.<br />
Today morning I sat silently and spoke the following words,<br />
<i><b>I forgive everyone who was mean to me and rejected me. I thank them for coming into my life as I now perceive my self as a strong spiritual being who could not have reached this state of awakening if not for them. I also forgive myself. I have the right to be happy , and to be in bliss. I must live in bliss. I must live in awareness.</b></i><br />
After giving thanks to the universe, I feel better.<br />
Today was an awesome day.<br />
Silence helps!</div>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-46102795335318442132012-01-30T22:41:00.001+05:302012-02-05T13:30:51.135+05:30being in the now.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Im reading Eckhart Tolle and also listening to his audio tapes and his talks with Oprah.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsN0Ll8DmuK3QvQQkDK7YUazoLwPwnOf1v8ctN_48oC8HaNyN1YDTGRL1psevJGJFHyh2MgHLpMoxsvbDJHZY-PzV_l7L8yQL83VoZ8CcuFxYdEDFvzKlhLsveRW1pmzqkBHxdpcetimY/s1600/aNewEarth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsN0Ll8DmuK3QvQQkDK7YUazoLwPwnOf1v8ctN_48oC8HaNyN1YDTGRL1psevJGJFHyh2MgHLpMoxsvbDJHZY-PzV_l7L8yQL83VoZ8CcuFxYdEDFvzKlhLsveRW1pmzqkBHxdpcetimY/s1600/aNewEarth.jpg" /></a>He speaks about the importance of living in the Now<br />
I already knew it in my heart..<br />
I love silences and love to be still and silent for long times.<br />
I am happy with myself.<br />
but there are times when I crave to speak to someone., who understand me.<br />
I long for heart to heart conversations<br />
I long to share my innermost thoughts. I know that it doesn't matter,its not important.<br />
But then why this need?<br />
<br /></div>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-68040557819667911062012-01-21T23:35:00.001+05:302012-01-21T23:45:11.949+05:30Theodore `s Mama<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4KXfmzKI9nJbsMbpitIh09jwrLSnxfyxSDho3kBgcIf4vYN8N6F52jJ2pi16uccWAuB_bLp_2jnhoMr6JN7Ak4Q-1_Qrgxl827KqEsvQiaWBkpgfEbeAfeSvhrUX794eZHvfRSuCqrtc/s1600/PA070044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4KXfmzKI9nJbsMbpitIh09jwrLSnxfyxSDho3kBgcIf4vYN8N6F52jJ2pi16uccWAuB_bLp_2jnhoMr6JN7Ak4Q-1_Qrgxl827KqEsvQiaWBkpgfEbeAfeSvhrUX794eZHvfRSuCqrtc/s320/PA070044.JPG" width="258" /></a><b>I don't know Theodore`s Mama`s name,</b><br />
<b>because I never asked her!</b><br />
<b>But I did dream about her yesterday,</b><br />
<b>I dreamt of her lovely rooms,</b><br />
<b>and her small garden full of herbs!</b><br />
<b>She fed me every day that I was with her,</b><br />
<b>with chapathi- bread and sun-dried Onion chutney!</b><br />
<b>She made wonderful coffee and generously shared it with me every afternoon!</b><br />
<b>She kept her home clean and organised,</b><br />
<b>dusting, mopping and wiping all the time!</b><br />
<b>She recycled everything from plastic bags, to oil cans, to charcoal, to water, to food!</b><br />
<b>She was an environmentalist!</b><br />
<b>She always had something to give the poor kids that came to her door!</b><br />
<i><b>Some people you can never forget, though you may never meet them again!</b></i><br />
<i><b>But you love them and cherish their memory and bless them with your heart and wish </b></i><i><b>them happiness always!</b></i><br />
<br /></div>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-90042556671323493472012-01-21T20:50:00.001+05:302012-01-21T20:50:25.547+05:30Happy new year<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I was absent from this blog for more than a month....<br />
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Now I come with a new thought...<br />
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<b><i><u>I need to be more focused about myself.... I need to be selfish......</u></i></b><br />
<b><i><u><br /></u></i></b><br />
<br /></div>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-75932827694020956322011-12-11T22:47:00.001+05:302011-12-11T22:55:24.657+05:30inspiring movie--the bucket list.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When I saw the Bucket List , I loved MORGAN FREEMAN`S character.<br />
I like the 2 questions.<br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2fHdsI7H8EE">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2fHdsI7H8EE</a><br />
It inspires me to live a life of joy and peace. To be a good person and live life fully without any regrets.<br />
As we live on , we are also dying..... everyday we are dying......there is an end to our life ..that is the truth.<br />
Meanwhile, we need to live our best life!</div>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-56242740294265275922011-12-08T18:47:00.001+05:302011-12-08T18:51:06.325+05:30RING OUT THE OLD, RING IN THE NEW- Tennyson<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;">Ring out the old, ring in the new,</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Ring, happy bells, across the snow;</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: -webkit-auto;">The year is going, let him go;</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Ring out the false, ring in the true.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;">Ring in the valiant man and free,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: -webkit-auto;">The larger heart, the kindlier hand;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Ring out the darkness of the land,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Ring in the Christ that is to be.</span></div>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-75922357336159756302011-11-26T00:50:00.001+05:302011-11-26T00:51:28.572+05:30CRAZY SONG....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GT0V_vcd_ME&feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GT0V_vcd_ME&feature=related</a><br />
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Most idiotic song ever on Bollywood !<br />
<br /></div>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-58069750780683772592011-11-24T01:20:00.001+05:302011-11-24T01:32:45.677+05:30Importance Of Close Relationships- A Study.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>What benefits do people get from having a close, healthy relationship?</b><br />
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For starters, being in a romantic relationship provides many physical
benefits – individuals in close relationships live longer and enjoy
better health outcomes than people who lack such relationship.<br />
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This gain is undoubtedly due to
the fact that people in close relationships have a built-in emotional
and physical support system – someone to care for them and provide
comfort in times of need. Not only do people in close relationships
live longer, but they report being happier and more satisfied with life
than individuals who fail to find a loving companion<br />
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<b>Second,</b> having a romantic relationship provides many resource
benefits. Sharing resources with another person is a great way to get
ahead in life. Two people working together can live better than one.
When you have someone close to share and trade resources with, you come
out ahead.<br />
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<b>Third</b>, people in romantic relationships receive more social support;
that is, having someone who is attentive to your needs and concerns.
Having social support translates into many other beneficial outcomes.
People who know that someone supports them make better decisions in life
with less stress and anxiety.<br />
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<b>Fourth,</b> having a companion often makes life more enjoyable. Having
someone with whom to share life’s little things, like walking the dog,
watching TV, eating meals is important; it enriches the experience
itself and people report having a higher overall quality of life when
they have someone to share it with.<br />
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<b>Fifth,</b> relationships are useful because partners monitor each other’s potentially destructive behavior and make attempts to stop each other
from doing things that may be harmful. For example, individuals in
close relationships often try to get their romantic partners to quit
smoking, drink less, curb their drug use and so on.<br />
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<b>Finally,</b> people in romantic relationships have sex more often than
single people do. Having sex on a regular basis is important for one’s
well-being.<br />
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<b>All told, romantic relationships provide enormous benefits to people
lucky enough to find someone to love and someone who loves them in
return.</b><br />
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courtesy...<a href="http://www.truthaboutdeception.com/">www.truthaboutdeception.com</a></div>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-55444318441480569742011-11-22T16:29:00.001+05:302011-11-24T01:34:40.390+05:30styles of love...i am agape.. what are u??<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="http://www.truthaboutdeception.com/relationship-issues/love-styles.html">http://www.truthaboutdeception.com/relationship-issues/love-styles.html</a></div>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-42358702729360001822011-11-18T17:18:00.001+05:302011-11-18T17:45:08.006+05:30Beauty of a Woman...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A little boy asked his mother, " Why are you crying?" <br />
"Because... I'm a woman", she told him. " I don't understand", he said.<br />
His mum just hugged him and said, " And you never will"..<br />
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Later the little boy asked his father, " Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?" " <br />
All women cry for no reason" was all his dad could say.<br />
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The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.<br />
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Finally he put in a call to God; when God got on the phone, the man said, " God, why women cry so easily?"<br />
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God said, "When I made women she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world; yet, gentle enough to give comfort.<br />
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I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times come from the people she loves.<br />
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I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.<br />
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I gave her the sensitivity to love her partner / children under any and all circumstances, even when they have hurt her very badly.<br />
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I gave her strength to understand her partner through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.<br />
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I gave her wisdom to know that a good man never hurts his woman , but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.<br />
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And finally I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed. <br />
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<b>The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. </b><br />
<b>The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.</b></div>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-44036509061220334192011-11-13T22:08:00.001+05:302011-11-13T22:44:02.195+05:30The reality and the illusion...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I love you with my <b>body </b>and <b>soul..</b><br />
I love you for <b>you </b>are <b>you..</b><br />
I see the<b> inner </b>you ,<br />
I see your <strong>need </strong>to be free.<br />
I understand.<br />
<strong>But,</strong><br />
I have faith in my <strong>connection,</strong><br />
I have<strong> patience,</strong><br />
I have <strong>hope,</strong><br />
I <strong>know</strong> you are mine..<br />
<strong>only</strong> mine..<br />
I know, <strong>nobody</strong> can love you as I can.<br />
Nobody can take my <strong>dreams </strong>from me...<br />
I will<strong> live</strong> with you in my dreams.<br />
Thank You for <strong>everything,</strong> <br />
<strong>my love, my baby!</strong><br />
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<br /></div>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-78646171841428690642011-11-05T00:21:00.003+05:302011-11-05T00:23:13.473+05:30The importance of having a family<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I realised the importance of having a family recently. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Its true that family sometimes can be very intimidating esp. if you are like me. I am a non-conformist and love my personal space.</span><br />
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<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But its also true that, sometimes when we are blinded by love or ambition, its the members of our family that give us the right perspective as a third person.</span></i></b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It feels like shit to know that your family was right .... right from the beginning and that I was wrong. (The hurt is of course because of my BIG EGO its not easy to admit that I was wrong.)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But again on the positive side it feels wonderful that I can count on my family to help me with the right perspective.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><b> Life is to live and learn and not make the same mistakes again.</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><b>Life is beautiful.....</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-8382807176544739842011-11-03T13:36:00.005+05:302011-11-03T13:36:53.723+05:30Sound Of Music..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
After many false starts I finally found the time to watch the Movie THE SOUND OF MUSIC,<br />
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it was the 100th time I was watching (kidding).. every time I watch this movie , it makes me believe in the beauty of love. The movie has memorable songs, I go into nostalgic mode as all the songs were taught to me as a child by my music teacher.<br />
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.<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbQSAdU4Qb4&feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbQSAdU4Qb4&feature=related</a></div>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416503863254892786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580111943001560339.post-80877951632135759082011-10-26T22:37:00.000+05:302011-10-26T23:43:11.666+05:30October 2010 -October 2011<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sweet October,<br />
you come with so much hope..<br />
the autumn that turns into<br />
lovely winter and then spring again...<br />
life is such...<br />
hope, is what makes life bearable...<br />
and change is what is constant...<br />
can love change its colours?<br />
<span id="goog_936782169"></span><span id="goog_936782170"></span>can love be constant?<br />
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