<?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-9033026001631702942</id><updated>2012-02-09T08:05:55.716+05:30</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Psycho'/><category term='Inspirational'/><category term='wallpaper'/><category term='Health'/><category term='star-teller'/><category term='contact'/><title type='text'>The Nirvana Juncture</title><subtitle type='html'>"Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense" - Buddha</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-6774303961191399065</id><published>2010-04-28T12:29:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-28T12:43:33.916+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psycho'/><title type='text'>The forest</title><summary type='text'>Take a walk in the forest and learn something more about yourself. 1. You're standing at the edge of a forest looking in. What do you see, how do you feel, what do you feel about what you see?2. You walk into the forest and emerge at the other end. Here you see a field and notice a path. How many paths, if any, do you see?3. You take one of the paths or quite possibly make your own. You notice a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=6774303961191399065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6774303961191399065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6774303961191399065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2010/04/forest.html' title='The forest'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/S9ff6LYNilI/AAAAAAAAMHM/tZ9vzPchah8/s72-c/new-forest-trees-023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-2358357393956191332</id><published>2010-04-25T13:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:08:23.180+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psycho'/><title type='text'>Your Personality</title><summary type='text'>to view the results drag the top line of stars(*) to the bottom line of stars(*) or press Ctrl+AResults:********************************************************1) These 3 words describe how people see you2) These 3 words describe how you want people to see you3) These 3 words describe your sex life4) These 3 words describe how you feel about work or school*****************************************</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=2358357393956191332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2358357393956191332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2358357393956191332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2010/04/your-personality.html' title='Your Personality'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/S9fk6L3B9VI/AAAAAAAAMH4/tZiUqARYbdo/s72-c/questions.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-2054281337048173443</id><published>2010-04-06T21:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:53:20.477+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Life Explained</title><summary type='text'>A boat docked in a tiny Mexican fishing village.A tourist complimented the local fishermenon the quality of their fish and askedhow long it took him to catch them."Not very long." they answered in unison."Why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?"The fishermen explained that their small catches weresufficient to meet their needs and those of their families."But what do you do with the rest </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=2054281337048173443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2054281337048173443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2054281337048173443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-explained.html' title='Life Explained'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/S7rrWeAC1OI/AAAAAAAAL6w/N9n6VUj1MPc/s72-c/Life+explained.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-9126259921064177172</id><published>2010-04-06T14:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:44:38.781+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Those Golden Days !!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Lying to boss was easyhttp://www.ndtv.com/news/india/tweets-not-sweet-can-spell-trouble-in-divorce-cases-19229.phpTweets not sweet: Can spell trouble in divorce casesAnu Sharma, 30, suspected that her husband was lying to her every time he cited urgent business tours to stay out of the house. One day she finally got proof in the form of a tweet. The next day, she filed for divorce, using the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=9126259921064177172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/9126259921064177172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/9126259921064177172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2010/04/those-golden-days.html' title='Those Golden Days !!!!!!!'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-2346799397486123574</id><published>2010-04-06T14:07:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:23:24.989+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Trust or Innocence?</title><summary type='text'>This guy had been on a long flight. The first warning of the approaching   problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on: "Fasten your seat   belts." Then, after a while, a calm voice said, "We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened." As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=2346799397486123574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2346799397486123574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2346799397486123574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-guy-had-been-on-long-flight.html' title='Trust or Innocence?'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/S7r2UlHSpSI/AAAAAAAAL7Q/RsSVbKdZMCc/s72-c/Girl-Reading-Book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-5957170530789921541</id><published>2010-04-06T13:55:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:03:54.684+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>75 questions to ask yourself..!</title><summary type='text'>An old proverb says, “He that cannot ask cannot live”. If you want answers you have to ask questions. These are 75 questions you should ask yourself and try to answer. You can ask yourself these questions right now and over the course of your life.1. Why not me?2. Am I nice?3. Am I doing what I really want to do?4. What am I grateful for?5. What’s missing in my life?6. Am I honest?7. Do I listen </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=5957170530789921541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5957170530789921541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5957170530789921541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2010/04/75-questions-to-ask-yourself.html' title='75 questions to ask yourself..!'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/S7rxi0WdAAI/AAAAAAAAL7A/YGXHOmMTDBw/s72-c/Ask-urself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-6402921565779544553</id><published>2010-04-06T13:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:48:16.927+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Learn From Your DOG</title><summary type='text'>FROM A VET'S EXPERIENCE.Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very, attached to Belker and they were hoping for a miracle.I examined Belker and found he was dying. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=6402921565779544553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6402921565779544553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6402921565779544553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2010/04/learn-from-your-dog.html' title='Learn From Your DOG'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/S7rtzdrkfII/AAAAAAAAL64/nU9OU7jN3To/s72-c/mans-best-friend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-6667871252885496715</id><published>2010-03-04T14:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:54:17.991+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Story of the Tree, Wind and Leaf</title><summary type='text'>Tree===People call me "Tree".I had dated 5 gals when I was in Pre-U. There's one gal who I love a lotbut never dared to go after. She didnt have a pretty face, or good figure,nor an outstanding charm. She was just a very ordinary gal. I liked her. Ireally liked her. I liked her innocence, her frankness, her intelligenceand her fragility. Reason for not going after her was because I feltsomebody </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=6667871252885496715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6667871252885496715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6667871252885496715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2010/03/story-of-tree-wind-and-leaf.html' title='Story of the Tree, Wind and Leaf'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/S498CNEaUrI/AAAAAAAALuU/ECcrqbR6yb8/s72-c/Autumn+tree+wind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-2321303378007528529</id><published>2010-01-12T11:02:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:16:10.577+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Pharmacy of Nature</title><summary type='text'>Amazing God's Pharmacy !!!A sliced Carrot looks like the human eye The pupil, iris and radiating lines look just like the human eye...and YES science now shows that carrots greatly enhance blood flow to and function of the eyes.A Tomato has four chambers and is red. The heart is red and has four chambers. All of the research shows tomatoes are indeed pure heart and blood food.Grapes hang in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=2321303378007528529&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2321303378007528529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2321303378007528529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2010/01/pharmacy-of-nature.html' title='Pharmacy of Nature'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/S0wMhA3JtiI/AAAAAAAALhA/KTWybyeBaHg/s72-c/Pharmacy+of+Nature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-2361457343614159729</id><published>2010-01-10T15:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:26:30.376+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>5 all time great love stories</title><summary type='text'>********** STORY 1 ************A girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speeding through the night.They loved each other a lot.....Girl:"slow down a little.. I'm scared.."Boy: "No, it's so fun.."Girl: "please..it's so scary.."Boy: "Then say that you love me.."Girl: "Fine..I love you..can you slow down now?"Boy: "Give me a big hug.."The girl gave him a big hug.Girl: "Now can you slow down?"Boy: "Can</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=2361457343614159729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2361457343614159729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2361457343614159729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-all-time-great-love-stories.html' title='5 all time great love stories'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/S0mkPylLVjI/AAAAAAAALfw/rP2FwtRQo-U/s72-c/heart+lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-2225288202851818532</id><published>2010-01-06T14:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:30:12.623+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Secret Behind Happy Married Life!</title><summary type='text'>Once X asked Y, "What is the secret behind your happy married life?"Y said, "You should share responsibilities with due love and respect to each other. Then absolutely there will be no problems."X asked, "Can you explain?"Y said, "In my house, I take decisions on bigger issues where as my wife decides on smaller issues. We do not interfere in each other's decisions."Still not convinced, X asked Y</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=2225288202851818532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2225288202851818532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2225288202851818532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2010/01/secret-behind-happy-married-life.html' title='Secret Behind Happy Married Life!'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/S7r3agfNleI/AAAAAAAAL7Y/yZvfMVDxTOI/s72-c/Punnagai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-6378355330210433466</id><published>2009-08-11T14:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:50:31.238+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Processed Food Link To Depression</title><summary type='text'>New research by a University of London team suggests the risk of depression is increased when one eats a diet that is high in processed food.The British Journal of Psychiatry reports, comparing diet data of 3,500 middle-aged civil servants, average age 55-years, asked each participant to complete a questionnaire on their eating habits, including a self-report assessment for depression 5-years </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=6378355330210433466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6378355330210433466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6378355330210433466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/08/processed-food-link-to-depression.html' title='Processed Food Link To Depression'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-4177437056976790216</id><published>2009-08-03T12:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.743+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Throw away the hatred</title><summary type='text'>A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class  play a game. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates, so the number of potatoes that a child will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates.So when the day came, every child brought some </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=4177437056976790216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/4177437056976790216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/4177437056976790216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/08/throw-away-hatred.html' title='Throw away the hatred'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SnaOb5YD5VI/AAAAAAAAJ6Y/SIgLf4jN9nw/s72-c/brothers_in_arm%282%29.jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-6071849783742449704</id><published>2009-08-03T12:11:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.745+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Insight into Decision Making</title><summary type='text'>A good forward i received sometime back. But the points said was noteworthyA group of children were playing near two railway tracks, one still in use while the other disused. Only one child played on the disused track, the rest on the operational track.  The train came, and you were just beside the track  interchange. You could make the train change its course to the disused track and saved most </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=6071849783742449704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6071849783742449704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6071849783742449704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-forward-i-received-sometime-back.html' title='Insight into Decision Making'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SnaH8g8Y8BI/AAAAAAAAJ6Q/VV5OMh72cxQ/s72-c/track.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-8025004320123379295</id><published>2009-08-03T11:57:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:05:52.877+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Mars Vs Venus</title><summary type='text'>WHO DOES WHATA man and his wife were having an argument about who should brew the coffee each morning.The wife said, "You should do it, because you get up first,and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee."The husband said, " You are in charge of cooking around here and you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee."Wife replies, "No, you should do it,</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=8025004320123379295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/8025004320123379295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/8025004320123379295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/08/mars-vs-venus.html' title='Mars Vs Venus'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SnaDX5gi_II/AAAAAAAAJ6I/MkWhUjakPo8/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-9173519442585591726</id><published>2009-08-03T11:41:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:06:05.315+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>It's Performance, Not Position that Counts</title><summary type='text'>A priest dies and is waiting in line at the Pearly Gates.  Ahead of him is    a guy who's dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket and jeans.Saint Peter addresses him, "Who are you, so that I may know whether or not to admit you into the Kingdom of Heaven?"The guy replies, "I'm Joe Cohen, taxi driver, from New York."Saint Peter consults his list. He smiles and says to the taxi driver, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=9173519442585591726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/9173519442585591726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/9173519442585591726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-performance-not-position-that.html' title='It&apos;s Performance, Not Position that Counts'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SnaABuq22TI/AAAAAAAAJ6A/xO2p_0PgpiU/s72-c/P1020102-%2816%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-3728963838511175031</id><published>2009-07-16T13:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:06:17.120+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>A Perfect Relationship</title><summary type='text'>TRUSTTRUST is a very important factor for all relationships. When trust is broken, it is the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes enmity and enmity may result in separation. A telephone operator told me that one day she received a phone call. She answered, "Public Utilities Board." There was silence. She repeated, "PUB." There was </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=3728963838511175031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3728963838511175031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3728963838511175031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/06/perfect-relationship.html' title='A Perfect Relationship'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SlG1uOzoFYI/AAAAAAAAJtQ/Be8bP-HoGJA/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-5960757969785726072</id><published>2009-07-15T13:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.754+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Treat the EARTH WELL</title><summary type='text'>This is too good and worth reading and worth implementing…Buddha, one day, was on deep thought about the worldly activities and the ways of instilling goodness in human. The following is the text of conversation between him and his disciple.One of his disciples approached him and said humbly " Oh my teacher ! While you are so much concerned about the world and others, why don't you look in to the</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=5960757969785726072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5960757969785726072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5960757969785726072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/07/treat-earth-well.html' title='Treat the EARTH WELL'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Sl2TUtKtgAI/AAAAAAAAJ2Q/CCBSdkCf51g/s72-c/Picture+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-5340044629994447062</id><published>2009-07-14T12:49:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.756+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>I Am Flying</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time there was a little boy who was raised in an orphanage. The little boy had always wished that he could fly like a bird. It was very difficult for him to understand why he could not fly. There were birds at the zoo that were much bigger than he, and they could fly "Why can't I?" he thought. "Is there something wrong with me?" he wondered.There was another little boy who was </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=5340044629994447062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5340044629994447062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5340044629994447062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-flying.html' title='I Am Flying'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SlwyGYl-YtI/AAAAAAAAJwY/0_MwO-lyC9c/s72-c/Picture+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-7128336511051987539</id><published>2009-07-13T18:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.758+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Life in 4 picture</title><summary type='text'>First        PicBreak of Dawn -- New lease of life, Embarking upon a New        Voyage......A Child Flyin Kite -- Young Blood, Aspiring to Fly High        with Enormous Zest n Zeal..coz U Know, Sky is The Limit......A Small        Tree -- Need to Nurture..... ..Two Birds Hovering Above -- There r        People Around to Take Ample Care of You, You r Actually Carefree....        ...Second Pic </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=7128336511051987539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/7128336511051987539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/7128336511051987539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-in-4-picture.html' title='Life in 4 picture'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SlyEhMFagaI/AAAAAAAAJyY/EUIxCPlPV9s/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-1914868017632836760</id><published>2009-07-11T12:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.760+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Goldfish story</title><summary type='text'>Little Amber was in the garden filling in a hole when her neighbour peered over the fence, interested in what the cheeky-faced Youngster was doing. He politely asked, "What are you  up to there, Amber?""My goldfish died," replied Amber tearfully,without looking up," And I've just buried him."The neighbour was concerned, "That's an awfully big hole for a goldfish,isn't it?"Amber patted down the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=1914868017632836760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/1914868017632836760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/1914868017632836760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/03/goldfish-story.html' title='Goldfish story'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Sl2CMcdOM5I/AAAAAAAAJ04/-ukIkjuCX5E/s72-c/TeacupFishBowl_enlarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-8556993627299050314</id><published>2009-07-11T12:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.762+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>90/10 Principle</title><summary type='text'>90/10 Principle By: Steven Covey  Discover the 90/10 Principle. It will change your life (at least the way you react to situations). What is this principle? 10% of life is made up of what happens to you. 90% of life is decided by how you react. What does this mean?  We really have no control over 10% of what happens to us. We cannot stop the car from breaking down. The plane will be late arriving</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=8556993627299050314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/8556993627299050314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/8556993627299050314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/07/9010-principle.html' title='90/10 Principle'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-2998619943451606474</id><published>2009-07-06T18:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.766+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>The woman in your life...</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow you may get a working woman, but you should marry with these facts as well.Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are;Who is earning almost as much as you do;One, who has dreams and aspirations just as you have because she is as human as you are;One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your Sister haven't, as she was busy in studies and competing in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=2998619943451606474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2998619943451606474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2998619943451606474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/07/woman-in-your-life.html' title='The woman in your life...'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SlyF_6huUMI/AAAAAAAAJyg/XM6BdxKpIjc/s72-c/v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-5403789367171773090</id><published>2009-07-06T11:24:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:06:31.895+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>What is love</title><summary type='text'>A student asks a teacher: What is love?The teacher said: in order to answer your question, go to the paddy field and choose the biggest paddy and come back.But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick.The student went to the field, got thru first row, he saw one big paddy, but he wonders....may be there is a bigger one later. Then he saw another bigger one... </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=5403789367171773090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5403789367171773090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5403789367171773090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-love.html' title='What is love'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SlGqvIYON9I/AAAAAAAAJs0/sPK4EzJ_864/s72-c/heart+lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-5920129651481373923</id><published>2009-07-01T18:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.770+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Clean your window</title><summary type='text'>A great note for all to read it will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking...Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=5920129651481373923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5920129651481373923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5920129651481373923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/07/clean-your-window.html' title='Clean your window'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SlyApz_nPLI/AAAAAAAAJyQ/nGmqQJIxXdE/s72-c/glass2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-4788177443543373914</id><published>2009-06-23T12:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.773+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>A Road Less Travelled</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=4788177443543373914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/4788177443543373914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/4788177443543373914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/06/road-less-travelled.html' title='A Road Less Travelled'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Slx8LFHz5FI/AAAAAAAAJyA/Yhsk20gCTU8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-3964092752636427506</id><published>2009-06-11T10:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-13T09:54:01.551+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>The Missing Rib</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, people say things out of moments of fury. Most often than not, the outcome could be disastrous and detrimental.We vent our frustrations 99% at our loved ones.And even though we know that we ought to "think twice and act wisely", it's often easier said than done. Things happen each day, many of which are beyond our control.Let us treasure every moment and everyone in our lives.Tomorrow </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=3964092752636427506&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3964092752636427506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3964092752636427506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/01/missing-rib.html' title='The Missing Rib'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/R8ovWuH9-qI/AAAAAAAAFbs/uHcbSvMG7wg/s72-c/P1000880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-3808953999179562549</id><published>2009-06-10T21:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:07:00.419+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Never Ask God, Why Me</title><summary type='text'>Whenever i feel let down or miss a opportunity or sometimes feel miserable, I always remember this inspirational piece of story.Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS which he got due to infected blood he received during a heart surgery in 1983. From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed: "Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=3808953999179562549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3808953999179562549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3808953999179562549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/01/never-ask-god-why-me.html' title='Never Ask God, Why Me'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/R8bfHjahReI/AAAAAAAAFaU/qwuGS4aoXdY/s72-c/Lord.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-6523863035773065456</id><published>2009-06-09T14:25:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-07T17:24:40.856+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Golden TV days</title><summary type='text'>Since the invasion of satellite television, our outlook of television has changed. Previously we had just 1 or 2 channels, where we enjoyed waiting and watching each programmes. But now, with so many channels, i don't think there are any programmes that make the same impressions as certain old ones from DD...which are still close to our heart. Even when there is a re-telecast i would sit and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=6523863035773065456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6523863035773065456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6523863035773065456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2007/06/golden-television-days.html' title='Golden TV days'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/RmpuSEXbHWI/AAAAAAAABLI/m8EnPJDy8Rk/s72-c/sd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-8314866512498213494</id><published>2009-06-09T14:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.775+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>The Four Wives</title><summary type='text'>There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He's very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=8314866512498213494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/8314866512498213494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/8314866512498213494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/07/four-wives.html' title='The Four Wives'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SlG4GFggHAI/AAAAAAAAJtw/-JsWJKdkkI0/s72-c/Picture-015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-8454036151561733404</id><published>2009-06-09T08:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:06:50.349+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Points to Ponder</title><summary type='text'>     No one can ruin your      day without YOUR permission.          Most people will be      about as happy, as they decide to be.          Others can stop you      temporarily, but only you can do it permanently.         Whatever you are      willing to put up with, is exactly what you will have.          Success stops when you      do.          When your ship comes      in.... Make sure you </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=8454036151561733404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/8454036151561733404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/8454036151561733404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2007/02/points-to-ponder.html' title='Points to Ponder'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Rd5e3J9npkI/AAAAAAAAASQ/nB2p91m7L5s/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-8850404304762868836</id><published>2009-06-08T22:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:05:30.289+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Anger Danger</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time there was a little boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he should hammer a nail in the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. But gradually, the number of daily nails dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=8850404304762868836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/8850404304762868836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/8850404304762868836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2007/06/anger-danger.html' title='Anger Danger'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Sl2b4oSjZfI/AAAAAAAAJ2g/4wYEjQwUGME/s72-c/digimarc.ms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-237079611239917562</id><published>2009-06-06T13:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:07:31.398+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Why people come to your life</title><summary type='text'>People come into our life for a reason, a season  or a lifetime.When you know which one it is, you will know what to  do for that person.When someone is in your life for a REASON, it isusually to meet a need you have expressed.They have  come to assist you through a difficulty, to provideyou with guidance and support, to aid you physically,emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like  a  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=237079611239917562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/237079611239917562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/237079611239917562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-people-come-to-your-life.html' title='Why people come to your life'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SlGt3HoEFII/AAAAAAAAJtI/lipOAAbQOvw/s72-c/r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-8814187035711959417</id><published>2009-06-06T12:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.788+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>10 Things God Won't Ask On D-Day</title><summary type='text'>1. God won't ask what kind of car you drove. He'll ask how many people did you drive to Church who didn't have transportation.2. God won't ask the square footage of your house. He'll ask how many people did you invite into your home.3. God won't ask about the clothes you had in your closet. He'll ask how many did you help clothe.4. God won't ask what your highest salary was. He'll ask if you </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=8814187035711959417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/8814187035711959417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/8814187035711959417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-things-god-wont-ask-on-d-day.html' title='10 Things God Won&apos;t Ask On D-Day'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SlwqNsi5HaI/AAAAAAAAJwQ/H5fGUjx12QE/s72-c/Christ+silo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-6254616066454262584</id><published>2009-06-01T14:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.790+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>God Pinged Me</title><summary type='text'>God: Hello. Did you call me?Me: Called you? No... Who is this?   God: This is GOD. I heard your prayers. So I thought I will chat.Me: I do pray. Just makes me feel good. I am  actually busy now. I am in the midst of something.   God: What are you busy at? Ants are busy too.Me: Don't know. But I can't find free time. Life has become hectic. It's rush hour all the time.   God: Sure. Activity gets </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=6254616066454262584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6254616066454262584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6254616066454262584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/06/god-pinged-me.html' title='God Pinged Me'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-8759600663585835715</id><published>2009-05-24T14:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.791+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Challenge Yourself &amp; Stay Alive!</title><summary type='text'>Put a Shark in your tankThe Japanese have always loved fresh fish. But the waters close to Japan have not held many fish for decades. So to feed the Japanese population,  fishing boats got bigger and went farther than ever. The farther the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring in the fish. If the return trip took more than a few days, the fish were not fresh.The Japanese did not like the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/8759600663585835715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/8759600663585835715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/05/challenge-yourself-stay-alive.html' title='Challenge Yourself &amp; Stay Alive!'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SlG-Ooo6ImI/AAAAAAAAJuQ/sWArQgBO4z4/s72-c/Picture+237+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-1159505042507212053</id><published>2009-05-20T14:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.793+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Identify the problem first</title><summary type='text'>One fine day, a bus driver went to the bus garage, started his bus, and drove off along the route. No problems for the first few stops-a few people got on, a few got off, and things went generally well.At the next stop, however, a big hulk of a guy got on. Six feet eight, built like a wrestler, arms hanging down to the ground. He glared at thedriver and said, "Big John doesn't pay!" and sat down </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=1159505042507212053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/1159505042507212053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/1159505042507212053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/05/identify-problem-first.html' title='Identify the problem first'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SlG_ZbodNDI/AAAAAAAAJug/i0Qs1JxAOMQ/s72-c/IMG_9332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-6148025046935183123</id><published>2009-05-20T10:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:10:05.337+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Mind Game</title><summary type='text'>Petals Around The Rose  Petals Around the Rose is a lateral thinking mind game traditionally played with five dice.It is played by computer program or with physical dice that are rolled by a Potentate of the Rose, a person who knows the secret of the game. For each roll of all dice, there is a single numerical solution. The players then attempt to arrive at this solution. If they do not, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6148025046935183123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6148025046935183123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2007/01/petals-around-rose.html' title='Mind Game'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Rdr8Yp9nphI/AAAAAAAAARs/N7tG0cKfgvo/s72-c/q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-3177069892999120625</id><published>2009-05-15T13:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.795+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Love and Sorrow</title><summary type='text'>Love and Sorrow...Felt By All God's Creatures   Swallows:  Here his wife is injured and the condition is fatal.She was hit by a car as she swooped low across the road. He brought her food and attended to her with love  and compassion.  He brought her food again but was shocked to find her dead.  He tried to move her....a rarely-seen effort for swallows!   Aware that his sweetheart is dead and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=3177069892999120625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3177069892999120625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3177069892999120625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-and-sorrow.html' title='Love and Sorrow'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Sl2KSArL21I/AAAAAAAAJ2A/b6sRZR34ihM/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-6208285019809635746</id><published>2009-05-14T11:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.797+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Women's Favorite Email</title><summary type='text'>A man was sick and tired of going to work every day while his wife stayed at home. He wanted her to see what he went through so he prayed:"Dear Lord: I go to work every day and put in 8 hours while my wife merely stays at home. I want her to know what I go through, so please allow her body to switch with mine for a day. Amen".God, in his infinite wisdom, granted the man's wish.The next morning, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=6208285019809635746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6208285019809635746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6208285019809635746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/05/womens-favorite-email.html' title='Women&apos;s Favorite Email'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-884458506742819526</id><published>2009-05-13T12:05:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.799+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Philosophy of life</title><summary type='text'>You may have heard a version of this used as a spiritual illustration, but this may just possibly be closer to reality...A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks, rocks about 2" in diameter.He then asked the students if the jar was full? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/884458506742819526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/884458506742819526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/05/philosophy-of-life.html' title='Philosophy of life'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-5145496505520064114</id><published>2009-05-11T12:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.801+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Women's psychology - King Arthur tale</title><summary type='text'>Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom.The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.  The question was:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5145496505520064114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5145496505520064114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/05/womens-psychology-king-arthur-tale.html' title='Women&apos;s psychology - King Arthur tale'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-6896475973542675670</id><published>2009-05-06T15:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.803+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Luck factor</title><summary type='text'>With a pile of 300 résumés on his desk and a need to pick someone quickly, my boss told me to make calls on the bottom 50 and toss the rest. "Throw away 250 résumés?" I asked, shocked."What if the best candidates are in there?""You have a point," he said. "But then again, I don't need people with bad luck here." - Becky Horowitz(Reader's digest)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=6896475973542675670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6896475973542675670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6896475973542675670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/05/luck-factor.html' title='Luck factor'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-3179303997665228243</id><published>2009-05-06T08:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:11:14.543+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Family</title><summary type='text'>One of the best mail i ever received F A M I L Y                                                               I ran into a stranger as he passed by, "Oh excuse me please" was my reply.He said, "Please excuse me too; I wasn't watching for you."We were very polite, this stranger and I.We went on our way and we said goodbye.But at home a different story is told, How we treat our loved ones, young </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=3179303997665228243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3179303997665228243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3179303997665228243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2007/02/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/RcdFQgBX0iI/AAAAAAAAACI/VWF40bGcO1w/s72-c/sasasasas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-1326358319440956701</id><published>2009-04-28T13:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:16:35.989+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star-teller'/><title type='text'>What your birth month tells about you</title><summary type='text'>bJANUARY:                     Stubborn and hard-hearted                        Ambitious and serious.   Loves to teach and be taught.   Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses.   Likes to criticize.   Hardworking and productive.   Smart, neat and organized.   Sensitive and has deep thoughts.Knows how to make others happy.   Quiet unless excited or tensed.   Rather reserved.   Highly </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=1326358319440956701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/1326358319440956701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/1326358319440956701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/04/month-and-your-personality.html' title='What your birth month tells about you'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-4454210406664082548</id><published>2009-04-15T14:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.805+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>The Corn Story</title><summary type='text'>There was a farmer who grew superior quality and award-winning CORN. Each year he entered his CORN in the state fair where it won honour and prizes.Once a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learnt something interesting about how he grew it. The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbours'."How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbours </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=4454210406664082548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/4454210406664082548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/4454210406664082548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/04/corn-story.html' title='The Corn Story'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Sl2UAMZSORI/AAAAAAAAJ2Y/rCAIDwEtNK0/s72-c/corn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-6047253084420649305</id><published>2009-04-14T18:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.807+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Confidence</title><summary type='text'>The business executive was deep in debt and could see no way out.Creditors were closing in on him. Suppliers were demanding payment. He sat on the park bench, head in hands, wondering if anything could save his company from bankruptcy.Suddenly an old man appeared before him."I can see that something is troubling you," he said.After listening to the executive's woes, the old man said, "I believe I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6047253084420649305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6047253084420649305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/04/confidence.html' title='Confidence'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-2872269472426275499</id><published>2009-04-07T11:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:16:08.119+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Privacy Policy for nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com</title><summary type='text'>At nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com, the privacy of our visitors is of extreme importance to us. This privacy policy document outlines the types of personal information is received and collected by nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com and how it is used.Log FilesLike many other Web sites, nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com makes use of log files. The information inside the log files includes internet protocol ( IP</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=2872269472426275499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2872269472426275499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2872269472426275499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/04/privacy-policy-for-nirvanajunctureblogs.html' title='Privacy Policy for nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-1386503697242396695</id><published>2009-03-15T13:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.808+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>The Laws of Power</title><summary type='text'>Never outshine the master-Always make people above you superior. Create image of your master as more brilliant than they are. Be careful, in your desire and exuberance to showcase your talents and impress your master ; you might accomplish the opposite that is inspire fear and insecurity.How Marans forgot that they owe their position due to their grand uncle- Karunanidhi and paid the priceNever </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=1386503697242396695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/1386503697242396695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/1386503697242396695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/03/laws-of-power.html' title='The Laws of Power'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-3559232472946513838</id><published>2009-03-14T18:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.810+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Nobody's Perfect</title><summary type='text'>A man and his girlfriend were married. It was a large celebration. All of their friends and family came to see the lovely ceremony and to partake of the festivities and celebrations.A wonderful time was had by all.The bride was gorgeous in her white wedding gown and the groom was very dashing in his black tuxedo.Everyone could tell that the love they had for each other was true.A few months later</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=3559232472946513838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3559232472946513838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3559232472946513838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/03/nobodys-perfect.html' title='Nobody&apos;s Perfect'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Slx-MKp2BvI/AAAAAAAAJyI/SgWPLQKn7_I/s72-c/q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-7761887748941384442</id><published>2009-03-10T12:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.812+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Think Positive</title><summary type='text'>Once there was loving couple traveling in a bus in a mountainous area. They decided to get down at some place. After the couple got down at some place the bus moved on. As the bus moved on, a huge rock fell on the bus from the mountain and crushed the bus to crumbs. Everybody on board was killed. The  couple upon seeing that, said, "We wish we were on that bus" Why do u think they said that?Well,</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=7761887748941384442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/7761887748941384442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/7761887748941384442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/03/think-positive.html' title='Think Positive'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-7452752002849886423</id><published>2009-02-24T18:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.814+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Situation</title><summary type='text'>A very shy young man goes into a bar and sees a beautiful woman sitting alone. After an hour he gathers enough courage to go and ask her, "Er... excuse me, but would you mind if I sat here beside you?"She responds in a loud voice : "NO, I DON'T WANT TO SPEND THE NIGHT WITH YOU!" Everyone in the bar turns to stare at them. The young man is surprised, shocked and embarrassed and goes back to his </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=7452752002849886423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/7452752002849886423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/7452752002849886423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/02/situation.html' title='Situation'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-5825868504879639565</id><published>2009-02-23T14:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.816+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Patience</title><summary type='text'>A little girl visited a farm one day and asked to buy a large watermelon. That big one you got on your hand costs 3 dollars said the farmer. I’ve got only 30 cents replied the girl. 30 cents will buy you a small watermelon replied the farmer. What about that one asked the farmer pointing to a small watermelon in the field. Okay, I’ll take it smiled the little girl. Here’s your 30 cents but leave </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=5825868504879639565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5825868504879639565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5825868504879639565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/02/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-4784582986193953887</id><published>2009-01-28T18:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.818+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>5 Great Love stories</title><summary type='text'>********** STORY 1 ************A girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speeding through the night.They loved each other a lot.....Girl:"slow down a little.. I'm scared.."Boy: "No, it's so fun.."Girl: "please..it's so scary.."Boy: "Then say that you love me.."Girl: "Fine..I love you..can you slow down now?"Boy: "Give me a big hug.."The girl gave him a big hug.Girl: "Now can you slow down?"Boy: "Can</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=4784582986193953887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/4784582986193953887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/4784582986193953887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-great-love-stories.html' title='5 Great Love stories'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SlyG8XtBI0I/AAAAAAAAJyo/r6LjseKcjLE/s72-c/n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-3832812925050997888</id><published>2009-01-10T14:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:09:23.667+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Food as Medicine</title><summary type='text'>For centuries food has been used as medicine in homes. Now medical science has looked into the scientific reasons of these old wives tales and found some illuminating answers. So here are some foods that will cut down your visits to the doc. A friend from Saudi Arabia sent this, hope it will help many of you:HEADACHE? EAT FISH!Eat plenty of fish -- fish oil helps prevent headaches. So does ginger</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=3832812925050997888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3832812925050997888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3832812925050997888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/01/food-as-medicine.html' title='Food as Medicine'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-7379574032487361012</id><published>2009-01-10T13:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.820+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Why do we shout when angry?</title><summary type='text'>A saint asked his disciples, 'Why do we shout in anger? Why do people shout at each other when they are upset?'Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, 'Because we lose our calm, we shout for that.'But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you?' asked the saint. 'Isn't it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? Why do you shout at a person when you're angry?'</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=7379574032487361012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/7379574032487361012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/7379574032487361012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-do-we-shout-when-angry.html' title='Why do we shout when angry?'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Sl2NBOYK7VI/AAAAAAAAJ2I/cWWIW3YUlwA/s72-c/Doubles+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-4734585987210660144</id><published>2008-12-25T12:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.822+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Lunch With God</title><summary type='text'>A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with a bag of potato chips and a six-pack of root beer and started his journey.When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old woman. She was sitting in the park, just staring at some pigeons. The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=4734585987210660144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/4734585987210660144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/4734585987210660144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/12/lunch-with-god.html' title='Lunch With God'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Sl18CDYb6jI/AAAAAAAAJ0o/4FMPUUXiBXU/s72-c/Potato-chips_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-5164639459597159322</id><published>2008-12-11T14:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.824+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Pair of Old Shoes</title><summary type='text'>A young man, a student in one of the universities, was one day taking a walk with a professor, who was commonly called the students' friend for his kindness to those who waited on his instructions.As they went along, they saw lying in the path a pair of old shoes, which were supposed to belong to a poor man who was working in a field close by, and who had nearly finished his day's work . . .</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=5164639459597159322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5164639459597159322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5164639459597159322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/12/pair-of-old-shoes.html' title='Pair of Old Shoes'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Sl2imoxRdnI/AAAAAAAAJ2o/mwKQ7_XYvGY/s72-c/the+old-shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-2043787463659653003</id><published>2008-11-15T10:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.826+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Know the truth before you react</title><summary type='text'>The train has started moving. It is packed with people of all ages, mostly with the working men and women and young college guys and gals.Near the window, seated a old man with his 30 year old son. As the train moves by, the son is overwhelmed with joy as he was thrilled with the scenery outside.."See dad, the scenery of green trees moving away is very beautiful"This behavior from a thirty year </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=2043787463659653003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2043787463659653003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2043787463659653003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/11/know-truth-before-you-react.html' title='Know the truth before you react'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Sl1nr_cWxYI/AAAAAAAAJzo/8LNM1wZPFKM/s72-c/Picture+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-6467048732344912484</id><published>2008-11-12T11:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:17:52.134+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Tips to avoid Hair Danruff</title><summary type='text'>HAIR DANDRUFF       Healthy glowing hair is a crowning glory for a woman today. To keep it this way is not very simple given to-days living conditions. The heat and dust and also working for long periods in air- conditioned surroundings. The hair treatments like perms, tinting, and hot rollers also affect the healthy luster of your hair.The best way to atone for this would be to go "Totally </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=6467048732344912484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6467048732344912484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6467048732344912484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/11/tips-to-avoid-hair-danruff.html' title='Tips to avoid Hair Danruff'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-5282489010344868209</id><published>2008-11-09T11:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.829+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Your relationship with yourself</title><summary type='text'>One day all the employees reached the office and they saw a big advice on the door on which it was written:'Yesterday the person who has been hindering your growth in this company passed away. We invite you to join the funeral in the room that has been prepared in the gym'.In the beginning, they all got sad for the death of one of their colleagues, but after a while they started getting curious </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=5282489010344868209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5282489010344868209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5282489010344868209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/11/your-relationship-with-yourself.html' title='Your relationship with yourself'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Sl1tiaKgt8I/AAAAAAAAJz4/GP7XuxLPwiI/s72-c/wooden_coffin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-5803608565822188428</id><published>2008-10-28T11:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.831+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>The essence of trust</title><summary type='text'>Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,'Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river.'The little girl said, 'No, Dad. You hold my hand.''What's the difference?' Asked the puzzled father.'There's a big difference,' replied the little girl.'If I hold your hand and something happens to me,chances are </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=5803608565822188428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5803608565822188428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5803608565822188428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/10/essence-of-trust.html' title='The essence of trust'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Sl1sNs4Fw2I/AAAAAAAAJzw/tUDh46Mi0S4/s72-c/1gh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-8428228493320108317</id><published>2008-10-25T12:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.840+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>A life without a struggle?</title><summary type='text'>Nothing worthwhile comes in life without a struggle            The path to success is full of obstacles that need to be overcome. It is these trials that prepare us for the gains in life. Triumphs don’t come without effort and success is not measured by our position in life but by the obstacles we overcome to get there. It is measured not only by how high we go up in life, but by how many times </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=8428228493320108317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/8428228493320108317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/8428228493320108317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-without-struggle.html' title='A life without a struggle?'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Sl169k74nWI/AAAAAAAAJ0g/HqfjzkUvfCU/s72-c/2_teacup_stack.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-3943021297766624885</id><published>2008-09-15T11:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.842+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Life goes on..</title><summary type='text'>Once, there was this guy, who was in love with a gal. She wasn't the most beautiful and gorgeous but for him, she was everything. He used to dream about her, about spending the rest of life with her. His friends told him, "why do you dream so much about her, when you don't even know if she loves you or not?First tell her your feelings, and get to know if she likes you or not".He felt that was the</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=3943021297766624885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3943021297766624885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3943021297766624885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on..'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Sl1v_P4bQtI/AAAAAAAAJ0I/G7IOky6OIHc/s72-c/heartlight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-2689342061174992326</id><published>2008-09-15T10:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.844+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Tell it before its late</title><summary type='text'>My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment.She cooked for students &amp; teachers to support the family.There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me.I was so embarrassed.How could she do this to me?I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out.The next day at school one of my classmates said, "EEEE, your mom only has one eye!"I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=2689342061174992326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2689342061174992326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2689342061174992326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/09/tell-it-before-its-late.html' title='Tell it before its late'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-2592438797473116149</id><published>2008-09-09T15:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.849+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Breakfast at McDonalds</title><summary type='text'>I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology.The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.Her last project of the term was called, 'Smile.'The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.I am a very friendly person </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=2592438797473116149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2592438797473116149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2592438797473116149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/09/breakfast-at-mcdonalds.html' title='Breakfast at McDonalds'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-11074771767801354</id><published>2008-08-15T12:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.853+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Unconditional Love</title><summary type='text'>The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him:''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=11074771767801354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/11074771767801354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/11074771767801354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/08/unconditional-love.html' title='Unconditional Love'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Sl13uPamyZI/AAAAAAAAJ0Y/1Mzhncvza90/s72-c/IMG_4465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-1605166080778604322</id><published>2008-08-15T11:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.856+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Who am I to make difference</title><summary type='text'>Please take some time off, just a few minutes to read this. Click on the link below, there is a valuable message for all of us.Just know I thought about you today and that you make a difference Jwww.BlueRibbonMovie.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=1605166080778604322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/1605166080778604322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/1605166080778604322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-am-i-to-make-difference.html' title='Who am I to make difference'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Sl1uzjgIc-I/AAAAAAAAJ0A/osxtDcBStDw/s72-c/100px-Blue_ribbon.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-7427339012888969060</id><published>2008-08-08T15:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.859+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>The Bhagavat Gita</title><summary type='text'>An old Farmer lived on a farm in the mountains with his young grandson.Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Bhagavat Geeta. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.One day the grandson asked, "Grandpa! I try to read the Bhagavat Geeta just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=7427339012888969060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/7427339012888969060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/7427339012888969060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/08/bhagavat-gita.html' title='The Bhagavat Gita'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-7362809011697955072</id><published>2008-07-22T18:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.862+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>9 Months Later</title><summary type='text'>Jack decided to go skiing with his buddy, Bob. So they loaded up Jack's mini van and headed north. After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard. So they pulled into a nearby farm and asked the attractive lady who answered the door if they could spend the night."I realize it's terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I'm recently widowed," </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=7362809011697955072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/7362809011697955072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/7362809011697955072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/07/9-months-later.html' title='9 Months Later'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-1527533941188366979</id><published>2008-07-14T18:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.864+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>This is life</title><summary type='text'>In the picture, just look at their condition.. No place to sleep, still they have made some space for d cat n d dog...Water poring from the roof but still each 1 of them have a peaceful smile on their face.. Simply amazing!!!!!The happiest people in the world are not those who have no problems, but those who learn to live with things that are less than perfect.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=1527533941188366979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/1527533941188366979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/1527533941188366979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-life.html' title='This is life'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SlyHYqgegTI/AAAAAAAAJyw/wI_tC4it9T0/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-1011194414342800264</id><published>2008-07-02T15:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.869+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Cracked Pot</title><summary type='text'>An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a Pole Which she carried across her neck.One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and Always Delivered a full portion of water.At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot Arrived only half full.For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only One </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=1011194414342800264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/1011194414342800264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/1011194414342800264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/07/cracked-pot_02.html' title='Cracked Pot'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-3436371791591009896</id><published>2008-07-02T15:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.872+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Cracked Pot</title><summary type='text'>An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a Pole Which she carried across her neck.One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and Always Delivered a full portion of water.At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot Arrived only half full.For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only One </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=3436371791591009896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3436371791591009896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3436371791591009896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/07/cracked-pot.html' title='Cracked Pot'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-716112332839094282</id><published>2008-06-26T19:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.878+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Quality of Life</title><summary type='text'>A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and in life. Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=716112332839094282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/716112332839094282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/716112332839094282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/06/quality-of-life.html' title='Quality of Life'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SlyMyhIT-ZI/AAAAAAAAJzI/Br6n0kHZ3-c/s72-c/coffee-cup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-2596237388370526235</id><published>2008-06-24T01:05:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.880+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>My heart can see you</title><summary type='text'>A teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship. Even though the son was always on the bench, his father was always in the stands cheering. He never missed a game. This young man was still the smallest of the class when he entered high school. But his father continued to encourage him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=2596237388370526235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2596237388370526235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2596237388370526235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-heart-can-see-you.html' title='My heart can see you'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SjFcyb1LLrI/AAAAAAAAJQQ/8fRcktAlrO0/s72-c/eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-1149027144276194275</id><published>2008-06-15T12:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.884+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish</title><summary type='text'>We sometimes do not   get what we want or desire,  it could be  the  promotion we  were promised or we  deserved. It could also be the dream job or admission into the preferred college/course or  may be the most desired assignments/projects  we desperately wanted. Or in a personal front  may be the girl friend or the spouse we liked or loved  the most.But  on retrospect these things might  be </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=1149027144276194275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/1149027144276194275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/1149027144276194275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/06/stay-hungry-stay-foolish.html' title='Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Sl2FZXiGRTI/AAAAAAAAJ1A/vkLwMlKNrO0/s72-c/steve_jobs_caricature_431205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-5811159495055251436</id><published>2008-06-11T15:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.886+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Ego Kills you</title><summary type='text'>There was once a scientist. After a lot of practice &amp; efforts, he developed a formula &amp; learned the art of reproducing himself. He did it so perfectly that it was impossible to tell the reproduction from the original.One day while doing his research, he realized that the Angel of Death was searching for him.In order to remain alive he reproduced a dozen copies of himself. The reproduction was so </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=5811159495055251436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5811159495055251436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5811159495055251436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/06/ego-kills-you.html' title='Ego Kills you'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-3901997811521520219</id><published>2008-06-01T01:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.888+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Never doubt G O D</title><summary type='text'>A letter from a Doctor who's dedicated his profession and work in AFRICA for FREE.One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator).We also had no </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=3901997811521520219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3901997811521520219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3901997811521520219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/06/never-doubt-your-trust-in-god.html' title='Never doubt G O D'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SjFfjC9LRFI/AAAAAAAAJQY/NrKM6WJ4mYQ/s72-c/christ+loved.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-7694867063137869206</id><published>2008-05-28T12:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-28T12:59:16.668+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The Power of words over water</title><summary type='text'>            The Power Of   Words Over Water          Can water be affected by our words? Dr. Masaru   Emoto, a Japanese scientist, believes so. And he has proof.             Dr. Emoto took water droplets, exposed them to   various words, music, and environments, and froze them for three hours. He   then examined the crystal formations under a dark field microscope. And he   took photographs.  The</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=7694867063137869206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/7694867063137869206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/7694867063137869206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/05/power-of-words-over-water.html' title='The Power of words over water'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-416613101283269894</id><published>2008-05-24T02:01:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.890+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Is this true Love?</title><summary type='text'>Once there were two butterfiles....Boy Butterfly: Let's play a small game within usGirl Butterfly: OKBoy Butterfly: The one who sits in this flower tomorrow early in themorning.....that one loves the other one more.....Girl Butterfly: OKNext morning, the boy butterfly waits for the flower to open so that he can sit before the girl butterfly does......Finally, the flower opened.....What did he see</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=416613101283269894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/416613101283269894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/416613101283269894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-this-love.html' title='Is this true Love?'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SjFp_AtvgTI/AAAAAAAAJQg/ah_g5riU0KY/s72-c/butterflye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-3261930003087092807</id><published>2008-05-23T02:34:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:09:06.059+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>The Law of the Garbage Truck</title><summary type='text'>How often do you let other people's nonsense change your mood ? Do you let a bad driver, rude waiter, curt boss, or an insensitive employee ruin your day?However, the mark of a successful person is how quickly one can get back their focus on what's important. This inspirational piece has influenced me in every mode of my life.David J. Pollay explains his story in this way....Sixteen years ago I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=3261930003087092807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3261930003087092807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3261930003087092807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/05/law-of-garbage-truck.html' title='The Law of the Garbage Truck'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SMBYyu1k3XI/AAAAAAAAG4I/fk7ErikxgaY/s72-c/garbagge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-7185691642151273064</id><published>2008-05-13T15:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.895+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Give your 100%</title><summary type='text'>A boy and a girl were playing together. The boy had a collection of marbles. The girl had some sweets with her. The boy told the girl that he will give her all his marbles in exchange for her sweets. The girl agreed.The boy kept the biggest and the most beautiful marble aside and gave the rest to the girl. The girl gave him all her sweets as she had promised.That night, the girl slept peacefully.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=7185691642151273064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/7185691642151273064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/7185691642151273064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/05/give-your-100.html' title='Give your 100%'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-9044008523111518114</id><published>2008-05-01T12:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.897+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Life's Passbook</title><summary type='text'>Rutali married Hitesh this day. At the end of the wedding party,Rutali's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook with Rs.1000 deposit amount.Mother: 'Rutali, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life.When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life, put some money in.Write down what it's about next to the line. The more memorable the event is, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=9044008523111518114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/9044008523111518114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/9044008523111518114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/05/lifes-passbook.html' title='Life&apos;s Passbook'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Sl1_ABvRUSI/AAAAAAAAJ0w/PyOqvJka4pI/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-155579018968715132</id><published>2008-04-28T13:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:18:36.411+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star-teller'/><title type='text'>Is your birthday XX of the month?</title><summary type='text'>Is your birthday day 1 of the month?Your LifeYou are very curious and dedicative. When you areinterested in something, everything else has to wait.This is your quality. But if you learn to be morepatient and complete what you have started, you willbe successful in life.Your LoveYou believe in love at first sight. You won't wait tolearn more about the person. Vise versa, people whofail to impress </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=155579018968715132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/155579018968715132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/155579018968715132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-your-birthday-xx-of-month.html' title='Is your birthday XX of the month?'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-3570926379195130893</id><published>2008-04-15T15:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.899+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Visualise your Goal</title><summary type='text'>The Catalina Island is twenty-one miles away from the coast of California, and many people have taken the challenge to swim across it.On July 4th 1952, Florence Chadwick stepped into the water off Catalina Island to swim across to the California coast. She started well and on course, but later fatigue set in, and the weather became cold.She persisted, but fifteen hours later, numb and cold, she </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=3570926379195130893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3570926379195130893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3570926379195130893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/04/visualise-your-goal.html' title='Visualise your Goal'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-2556069833960020529</id><published>2008-04-14T19:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.901+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>SATAN's Meeting</title><summary type='text'>Satan called a worldwide convention of demons.In his opening address he said,"We can't keep Christians from going to church.""We can't keep them from reading their Bibles and knowing thetruth.""We can't even keep them from forming an intimate relationshipwith their saviour.""Once they gain that connection with Jesus, our power over themis broken.""So let them go to their churches; let them have </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=2556069833960020529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2556069833960020529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2556069833960020529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/04/satans-meeting.html' title='SATAN&apos;s Meeting'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SjJbJa8hHLI/AAAAAAAAJS4/T9DtsfYgLEE/s72-c/creepysnakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-8975882674807643171</id><published>2008-04-12T18:36:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.903+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Moments in Life</title><summary type='text'>There are moments in life when you miss someoneso much that you just want to pick them fromyour dreams and hug them for real!When the door of happiness closes, another opens;But often times we look so long at theClosed door that we don't see the one,Which has been opened for usDon't go for looks; they can deceive.Don't go for wealth; even that fades away.Go for someone who makes you smile,Because</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=8975882674807643171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/8975882674807643171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/8975882674807643171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/04/momemts-in-life.html' title='Moments in Life'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SjJT4WW8hRI/AAAAAAAAJSo/A0xKNZHhd-4/s72-c/friendxzs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-6007146777968965527</id><published>2008-04-03T15:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.906+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>What goes around</title><summary type='text'>One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help.So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=6007146777968965527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6007146777968965527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6007146777968965527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-goes-around.html' title='What goes around'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-4105939618855022248</id><published>2008-03-29T18:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.908+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>The Tao Of Forgiveness</title><summary type='text'>One day, the sage gave the disciple an empty sack and a basket of potatoes. "Think of all the people who have done or said something against you in the recent past, especially those you cannot forgive.For each of them, inscribe the name on a potato and put it in the sack."The disciple came up quite a few names, and soon his sack was heavy with potatoes."Carry the sack with you wherever you go for</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=4105939618855022248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/4105939618855022248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/4105939618855022248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/03/tao-of-forgiveness.html' title='The Tao Of Forgiveness'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SlyJQ4LepkI/AAAAAAAAJzA/Alj-kcgqB14/s72-c/potato+sack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-7520397150662141590</id><published>2008-03-09T15:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.910+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>The Starfish</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work. One day he was walking along the shore. As he looked down the beach, he saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself to think of someone who would dance to the day. So he began to walk faster to catch up.As he got closer, he saw </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=7520397150662141590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/7520397150662141590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/7520397150662141590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/03/starfish.html' title='The Starfish'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Sl2sK1yT_pI/AAAAAAAAJ2w/NHeD73z32bU/s72-c/star_fish_beach4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-8057945218279055532</id><published>2008-03-05T02:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:09:15.297+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Unconditional Love</title><summary type='text'>The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him:''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough moneyto buy this doll, my dear.''Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=8057945218279055532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/8057945218279055532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/8057945218279055532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/03/unconditional-love.html' title='Unconditional Love'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SMBLOaqnD_I/AAAAAAAAG4A/3IR076IM8Pk/s72-c/dubai_tunnel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-331684920063190776</id><published>2008-02-16T11:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.913+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Heart touching Unicef Advt.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=331684920063190776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/331684920063190776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/331684920063190776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/02/heart-touching-unicef-advt.html' title='Heart touching Unicef Advt.'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Sl1wjsYrKkI/AAAAAAAAJ0Q/pf8HbA_YAwo/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-6118754962224082453</id><published>2008-02-14T14:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.915+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Change your words, Change your life</title><summary type='text'>"I can't"  with "I haven't yet."."If I" with " When I ."."I Will Try" with " I Will Do"."That's going to be a problem" with " That's going to be a challenge"."I don't know" with " I will find out "." What a failure " with " What a success --I learned something"..</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=6118754962224082453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6118754962224082453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6118754962224082453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2009/07/change-your-words-change-your-life.html' title='Change your words, Change your life'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-958273239813111737</id><published>2008-02-01T13:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:56:16.736+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star-teller'/><title type='text'>Kosmic Chats</title><summary type='text'>What Does Your SIGNATURE Tells about You?The way you SLEEP...Your Personality - By NameYour Personality - By DateYour Personality &amp; Your CAR ColorAlco-Horoscope: expected behaviour after you get drunkThe Pest You areKnow you Birth NumberThe way different star signs apologiesYour Love Compatibilty with other suns signsThe mole on your faceThe WOMEN best suited for youZodiac Signs and the way they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/958273239813111737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/958273239813111737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2006/02/star-teller.html' title='Kosmic Chats'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/SngbZCf-hXI/AAAAAAAAJ7c/M7R4ftKEwY0/s72-c/743258s9vb0fx1vm.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-2842534056053574558</id><published>2008-01-24T22:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:09:22.744+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Friendship &amp; Loose Talks</title><summary type='text'>It's never right to participate in loose talks to curb our boredom. But when it comes to your friends its not worth it. Always avoid talking behind the back about your near and dear.In ancient Greece, Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. One day one fellow met the great philosopher and said,"Do you know what I just heard about your friend?"."Hold on a minute," Socrates replied. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=2842534056053574558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2842534056053574558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/2842534056053574558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-never-right-to-participate-in-loose.html' title='Friendship &amp; Loose Talks'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/R8bqSjahRgI/AAAAAAAAFak/r2OvAiTr_NA/s72-c/friendxzs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-5054053800306239745</id><published>2008-01-22T09:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-02T10:15:53.687+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>In Lords Hands</title><summary type='text'>An old lady who was living in the village. She had never owned nor even been in a car before. One day, she was returning home from the market carrying a big heavy basket on her head, when a rich man riding his car passed by. Kindly, he offered to drive the lady to her home. She thanked him and got into the car with her basket.On the way, the man glanced at the lady in the mirror, still holding </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=5054053800306239745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5054053800306239745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/5054053800306239745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-lords-hands.html' title='In Lords Hands'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/R8oreuH9-pI/AAAAAAAAFbk/6OX9EsP8Iyo/s72-c/P1000880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-3392055030687778962</id><published>2008-01-15T13:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.917+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Grab That opportunity</title><summary type='text'>A young man wished to marry the farmer's beautiful daughter. He went to the farmer to ask his permission. The farmer looked at him and said, "Son, go stand out in that field. I'm going to release three bulls, one at a time. If you can catch the tail of any one of the three bulls, you can marry my daughter."The young man stood in the field awaiting the first bull. The barn door opened and out came</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=3392055030687778962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3392055030687778962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/3392055030687778962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/01/grab-that-opportunity.html' title='Grab That opportunity'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/Sl2IKbbHMsI/AAAAAAAAJ1I/1awWHL-gB6E/s72-c/puzzle_champ2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-7399398712711286995</id><published>2008-01-12T22:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:10:04.028+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Different Perspectives</title><summary type='text'>How many times in our lives,have we absolutely known that something was a certain way, only to be wrong? The Cookie story just tells us that.A woman was waiting at an airport one night, With several long hours before her flight.She hunted for a book in the airport shops,Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.She was engrossed in her book but happened to see, That the man sitting beside</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=7399398712711286995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/7399398712711286995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/7399398712711286995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/01/different-perspectives.html' title='Different Perspectives'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9EYiQDX56c/R8bi8TahRfI/AAAAAAAAFac/umcXF_MXy0U/s72-c/Picture+%285%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033026001631702942.post-1652043197091154642</id><published>2008-01-11T14:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:46:31.873+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>The Ten most beneficial foods ...</title><summary type='text'>...You must have alwaysHow we look, how we feel, how healthy we are, how we perform our daily tasks -- it all narrows down to what we eat. How easy it would be if we knew which foods could be beneficial to us -- to help us feel energetic, to help us improve our health, to help us in our battle against body fat. Doctors gives you a guide -- in two parts -- as to what we consider the ten most </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=1652043197091154642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/1652043197091154642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/1652043197091154642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/01/ten-most-beneficial-foods.html' title='The Ten most beneficial foods ...'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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-9033026001631702942.post-6503598655096664261</id><published>2008-01-10T15:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:45:59.919+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Time and Love</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived;happiness, sadness, knowledge, and all the others, including love.One day it was announced to all of the feelingsthat the island was going to sink to the bottomof the ocean. So all the feelings preparedtheir boats to leave.Love was the only one that stayed. She wantedto preserve the island paradise until the lastpossible moment. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033026001631702942&amp;postID=6503598655096664261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6503598655096664261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033026001631702942/posts/default/6503598655096664261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirvanajuncture.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-and-love.html' title='Time and Love'/><author><name>Nirvanajuncture</name><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>
