<?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-811429975976998673</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:16:37.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaldip ...after office hours</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811429975976998673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaldip Upadhyay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08618705164922695753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811429975976998673.post-4458107005421869835</id><published>2011-02-28T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:45:49.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well done Mrs. Aishwarya Abhishek Bacchan ji</title><content type='html'>People who know me personally might know that I am a big fan of Aish. But something very little happened which forced me to respect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David letterman, a known TV star... Indians can compare him with Shekhar suman in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Movers &amp; shakers &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well he tried to make fun of India and it was remarkable how she responded to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================================================&lt;br /&gt;David- Do you live with your parents in India&lt;br /&gt;Ashwarya- Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;David: - " Is it common in India for elder children to live with their parents"&lt;br /&gt;Aishwarya- "Its common in India to live with your parent.. its also common in India that we don't need to take appointments with our parents to meet for dinner"&lt;br /&gt;===================================================================&lt;br /&gt;People like Artists, exporters, Global employees, Politicians, Force etc often can face offense on elements effecting their self respect, for example own respect, family, country and so on. We should (including me, I am a software professional so representing my country) learn to carry responsibility as she did. It's not specifically about India, rather it's about a responsible global person, who took apart the offense on her culture and at the same time did it without offensive words or taking self respect of even opponent. &lt;br /&gt;Truly Mr.Bacchan and his family are gaining respect of one and all. God Bless the first family, of Bollywood. &lt;br /&gt;Here is the full video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uKda79DSQH0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811429975976998673-4458107005421869835?l=jaldip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/feeds/4458107005421869835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-done-mrs-aishwarya-abhishek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811429975976998673/posts/default/4458107005421869835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811429975976998673/posts/default/4458107005421869835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-done-mrs-aishwarya-abhishek.html' title='Well done Mrs. Aishwarya Abhishek Bacchan ji'/><author><name>Jaldip Upadhyay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08618705164922695753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uKda79DSQH0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811429975976998673.post-5713588530386266064</id><published>2010-11-02T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:51:30.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excellent tips from warren buffett</title><content type='html'>On Earnings :  Never Depend On Single Income... Make Investment to create a second source!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Spending : If you buy things you don't need ...Soon, U'll have to sell things you need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Savings : Don't save what is left, After spending but spend what is left after savings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Taking Risk : Never test the depth of river with both the feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Investment : Don't put your all eggs in a single basket&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811429975976998673-5713588530386266064?l=jaldip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/feeds/5713588530386266064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/2010/11/excellent-tips-from-warren-buffett.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811429975976998673/posts/default/5713588530386266064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811429975976998673/posts/default/5713588530386266064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/2010/11/excellent-tips-from-warren-buffett.html' title='Excellent tips from warren buffett'/><author><name>Jaldip Upadhyay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08618705164922695753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811429975976998673.post-4088197706168415210</id><published>2010-10-27T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T01:37:14.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>story :- HOPE</title><content type='html'>Nice one, read somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;=======================================================&lt;br /&gt;The Four Candles burned slowly.  Their Ambiance was so soft you could hear&lt;br /&gt;them speak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first candle said, "I Am Peace, but these days, nobody wants to keep&lt;br /&gt;me lit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Peace's flame slowly diminishes and goes out completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second candle says, "I Am Faith, but these days, I am no longer&lt;br /&gt;indispensable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Faith's flame slowly diminishes and goes out completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly the third candle spoke, "I Am Love and I haven't the strength to&lt;br /&gt;stay lit any longer."  "People put me aside and don't understand my&lt;br /&gt;importance. They even forget to love those who are nearest to them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waiting no longer, Love goes out completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child enters the room and sees the three candles no longer burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child begins to cry, "Why are you not burning? You are supposed to&lt;br /&gt;stay lit until the end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Fourth Candle spoke gently to the little boy, "Don't be afraid,&lt;br /&gt;for I Am Hope, and while I still burn, we can re-light the other candles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Shining eyes the child took the Candle of Hope and lit the other&lt;br /&gt;three candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let the Flame of Hope go out of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Hope, no matter how bad things look and are...Peace, Faith and Love&lt;br /&gt;can shine Brightly in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811429975976998673-4088197706168415210?l=jaldip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/feeds/4088197706168415210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/2010/10/story-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811429975976998673/posts/default/4088197706168415210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811429975976998673/posts/default/4088197706168415210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/2010/10/story-hope.html' title='story :- HOPE'/><author><name>Jaldip Upadhyay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08618705164922695753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811429975976998673.post-3896575864359350461</id><published>2010-04-27T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T00:59:42.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Very addictive game</title><content type='html'>Awesome ...Awesome game...This is what someone else has created and I am not sure if I am priviledged to publish it on my blog, but this is may be an appreciation to them who has created it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="380" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;param value="http://www.members.shaw.ca/gf3/circle-cat/zcircle-the-cat.swf" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;param value="high" name="quality"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;embed width="400" height="380" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" src="http://www.members.shaw.ca/gf3/circle-cat/zcircle-the-cat.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811429975976998673-3896575864359350461?l=jaldip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/feeds/3896575864359350461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/2010/04/awesome.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811429975976998673/posts/default/3896575864359350461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811429975976998673/posts/default/3896575864359350461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/2010/04/awesome.html' title='Very Very addictive game'/><author><name>Jaldip Upadhyay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08618705164922695753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811429975976998673.post-700617953634707021</id><published>2009-06-12T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:32:51.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A true story ?? funny , planning is important ;)</title><content type='html'>One Night 4 college students were playing till late night and could&lt;br /&gt;not study for the test which was scheduled for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    In the morning they thought of a plan. They made themselves look as&lt;br /&gt;dirty with grease and dirt. They then went up to the Dean and said&lt;br /&gt;that they had gone out to a wedding last night and on their return the&lt;br /&gt;tire of their car burst and they had to push the car all the way back&lt;br /&gt;and that they were in no condition to appear for the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So the Dean said they could have the re-test after 3 days. They&lt;br /&gt;thanked him and said they would be ready by that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On the third day they appeared before the Dean. The Dean said that as&lt;br /&gt;this was a Special Condition Test, all four were required to sit in&lt;br /&gt;separate classrooms for the test. They all agreed as they had prepared&lt;br /&gt;well in the last 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    .The Test consisted of 2 questions with a total of 100 Marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     See Below for the question Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Q.1. Name of the car??&lt;br /&gt;        .......... ........... .........   (2 MARKS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Q.2. which tyre burst?          (98 MARKS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         a) Front Left           b) Front Right&lt;br /&gt;         c) Back Left            d) Back Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))))))))) LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811429975976998673-700617953634707021?l=jaldip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/feeds/700617953634707021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/2009/06/true-story-funny-planning-is-important.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811429975976998673/posts/default/700617953634707021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811429975976998673/posts/default/700617953634707021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/2009/06/true-story-funny-planning-is-important.html' title='A true story ?? funny , planning is important ;)'/><author><name>Jaldip Upadhyay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08618705164922695753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811429975976998673.post-3825099784841864501</id><published>2008-08-12T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:47:30.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ekādhikena Pūrvena ...Vedic ganit (Maths)</title><content type='html'>Ekādhikena Pūrvena ....Means "By one more than the previous one"&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any intention to confuse you people so will come to the point..&lt;br /&gt;After office hours today I was looking around on net for something new.And found a very good tutorial of vedic maths..my INDIAN maths!!!&lt;br /&gt;As most of the normal Indians I was aware about vedic maths and also knew that it's really powerful, but I never tried to learn it.But today I tried to find it and with all my surprises I found a very good tutorial here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vedamu.org/Mathematics/WhyVedicMathematics/whyvedicmathematics.asp"&gt;Vedic Maths Tutorial"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a complete tutorial for vedic maths and as I went across to one of the basic and simple examples of vedic maths , I realized the strength of this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ganit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have a look at the first line of this post , it says when we want to find square of any number which has 5 as last digit than "add one number to the previous number of 5".&lt;br /&gt;For example..&lt;br /&gt;Take number 25 , so Here the number is 25. We have to find out the square of the number. For the number 25, the last digit is 5 and the 'previous' digit is 2. Hence, 'one more than the previous one', that is, 2+1=3. The Sutra, in this context, gives the procedure '&lt;u&gt;to multiply the previous digit 2 by one more than itself, that is, by 3&lt;/u&gt;'. It becomes the L.H.S (left hand side) of the result, that is, 2 X 3 = 6. The R.H.S (right hand side) of the result is 5&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;, that is, 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so answer will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(25)&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;=2*(2+1) | 25 = 625.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit site for better explanation and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows if we  implement vedic maths , we can optimize computer languages too.I mean it's just a thought but may be if we explore more we can give surprises to ourselves and world too..&lt;br /&gt;Please check on this and provide your feedback..&lt;br /&gt;thankz,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811429975976998673-3825099784841864501?l=jaldip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/feeds/3825099784841864501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/2008/08/ekdhikena-prvena-vedic-ganit-maths.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811429975976998673/posts/default/3825099784841864501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811429975976998673/posts/default/3825099784841864501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/2008/08/ekdhikena-prvena-vedic-ganit-maths.html' title='Ekādhikena Pūrvena ...Vedic ganit (Maths)'/><author><name>Jaldip Upadhyay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08618705164922695753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811429975976998673.post-2473114236871328340</id><published>2008-06-30T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:50:42.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only one ...atleast one...(Story)</title><content type='html'>It was again a usual morning in OPD hall  and Parthiv was almost fighting with the Doctor. He was  saying "God has given a pair to everyone, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want Only One ...atleast One...!!! &lt;/span&gt;Doctor was humble enough to council him, He said "Don't get frustrated young man , Now you will be first to get donation as you are at the top of the list and the day is not far when you will not just fight with me but will also be able to visualize me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Parthiv was blind and he was asking for his turn to see the world, so it was a routine for him and Doctor too to have debate on Parthiv's turn .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again Doctor won the debate and Parthiv had to leave with deep hope in heart and a stick with white and red colors.Color this word was a cruel joke for him as it was all black in his life till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He often said  his mother when counseling her "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baa&lt;/span&gt;! do not get upset I'll fight with situation , I'll fight with my destiny and let my journey start with Black but it will end up with white and will see all the colors in between."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was confident that people are aware nowadays about Eye donation and as there is no harm in Eye donation he will get Eye donation soon.He was just not the superstitious person.But he saw efforts all around him.Red Cross society , NGO's everyone were trying their level best.People and specially youth is aware enough about Eye donation.In fact people these days prepare a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; for eye donation.But the only problem is when a death happens the relatives and family members are not in set of mind to remember about donating eyes.Also few myths are there like donation doesn't reach to needful person or people with cataract(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;motiya bimb&lt;/span&gt;) they can't donate,even few think that if they have specs  they can't donate eyes etc... but these are all myths.Even Parthiv communicated to people whenever he got chance.He kept telling everyone that once someone dies eyes can be donated within six hours in normal circumstances and even if its late and if eyes can't be planted those can be very useful for medical research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in such meeting an old man blamed Parthiv that he was selfish and he is marketing for himself.The old man added that he would never allow anyone to touch anybody's eyes as the dead body would look scary without eyes on face and may be blood coming out.Parthiv was really hurt to hear that.He told the old man with humid eyes that he was the best person  to know what are sufferings of a human being without eyes and that was the reason behind his efforts . He added that" Yes , I want eyes ,and I'm working for myself, but person like him (old man) is not helping anyone by spreading wrong message.The real thing is When a doctor is accepting eyes from a body ,only a part of eye is taken so face or eye remains same and not even a drop of blood comes out from an eye." The old man and the other public were embarrassed of their behavior and  the old man apologized with promise to donate his eyes. But that was the last time Parthiv appealed in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped his efforts as he didn't wanted his efforts to be rewarded with same words again.But he didn't gave up his hopes of getting eye/s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept going to Doctor for finding the lucky day of his life but may be due to myths or whatever reason he was not getting the donor....day were converted into months and months into years.Parthiv was feeling frustrated.As frustrated as standing in a long long queue for admission or standing in a queue for getting visa of USA.May be more frustrated as he didn't wanted to see USA but at least wanted to see himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to see his parents who brought him to this world which was only possible through hanging photographs as his  parents too were died now.All went along with same color &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing which was white in his life was his hairs now!!! He turned to 58 now.The official age of retirement.He himself declared him the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sr.Citizen&lt;/span&gt;" and stopped even going to hospital. He accepted the truth that may be the Black color suits his life the most.&lt;br /&gt;But the God thought otherwise... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes he got the donor !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was called from the hospital and was told that the next day the operation was planned for planting ONE EYE.And he would be having sight to see the beautiful world.Even at this age he was happy.He was crying with Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night he didn't sleep for a minute.And rightly so..It was the day he was always looking for.&lt;br /&gt;He woke up early and prepared himself.He called his neighbors and friends and asked them to  keep all the colors in front of him when he comes back from hospital.He asked for peacock feather as his mother used to tell him that it has so many beautiful colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started the journey of his life which was merely of one and half KM.He heard voice of a child and thought by himself "Yes I'll see a baby once I'll have eyes .that would be a great feeling".He thought about thousands things ,and why not ? At last all his prayers were listened.&lt;br /&gt;He still thought that something is missing and it sparked in his mind and he  bought a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mirror&lt;/span&gt; to watch himself first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this joy and tremendous nervousness he entered  the hospital.He was greeted by the staff of the hospital.He was asked to sit in the same OPD hall.&lt;br /&gt;After half an hour all the formalities were completed.He was asked to wear the operation Apron.&lt;br /&gt;It was just a matter of time and he was going to be King of The World.He remembered "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saibaba" &lt;/span&gt;and started moving towards changing room with help of one nurse&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The environment was not new for him.Same noise of stretchers,ward boys,nurses ,smell of medicines ...he was moving across these all.And then he heard something different.He didn't noticed it first but as he concentrated on voice he found that it was someone who was having quarrel with someone. He was more attracted to the voice when he got something which he used to say years back. Those words were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I want Only One ...atleast One...!!!"&lt;/span&gt;. Parthiv inquired about the same to the nurse.He came to know that there was a young man and was inquiring about his turn to find a donor for himself and Parthiv stopped without any reason. It was a strange feeling for him.Why he was stopping? What he wanted to do? No one had answer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like the entire history was getting repeated.He counted something and counted again.He talked with himself and said "Yes I've got few but This young fellow has many". Yes he was counting years remaining in their respective lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a resigning and heavy hearted smile he called that fellow.He ran his hand on the mirror which was wet with couple of drops of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  gifted that mirror to that young man!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(End)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811429975976998673-2473114236871328340?l=jaldip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/feeds/2473114236871328340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/2008/06/only-one-atleast-onestory.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811429975976998673/posts/default/2473114236871328340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811429975976998673/posts/default/2473114236871328340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/2008/06/only-one-atleast-onestory.html' title='Only one ...atleast one...(Story)'/><author><name>Jaldip Upadhyay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08618705164922695753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811429975976998673.post-6772514587206468686</id><published>2008-06-07T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:00:58.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First blog</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;Let me start this first post with a few nice sentences ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Never pray for task equal to your ability...&lt;br /&gt;    .......Pray for ability equal to your task"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "When you smoke you feel like a MAN..&lt;br /&gt;    ..but when you don't smoke you will feel like a GENTLEMAN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day.&lt;br /&gt;    Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime." -- Lao Tzu&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Would really appreciate if someone adds more words to these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankz,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811429975976998673-6772514587206468686?l=jaldip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/feeds/6772514587206468686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-blog.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811429975976998673/posts/default/6772514587206468686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811429975976998673/posts/default/6772514587206468686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaldip.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-blog.html' title='First blog'/><author><name>Jaldip Upadhyay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08618705164922695753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
