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December 7th, 2009

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Monday,December 7, 2009

1-PICTURE OF THE WEEK

2-JOKE OF THE WEEK

1^st Sardar-Pata hai jab main chota bacha tha toh main Qutub Minar se gir gaya tha

2 nd sardar- To mar gaye ki bach gaye

1^st sardar-chal pagal mujhey kya pata tab main bahut chota tha

3-TIP OF THE WEEK

1-Brush at least twice a day

2-Take your time while brushing. Spend at least 3 minutes each time you brush. If

you have trouble keeping track of the time, use a timer or play a recording of a

song you like to help pass the time.

3-Buy toothpaste that contains fluoride, which makes your teeth strong and

protects them from cavities

4-Low Dietary Vitamin C Can Increase Risk for Periodontal Disease.

4-THOUGHT OF THE WEEK

Love is a symbol of eternity.

It wipes out all sense of time ,

destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.

5- SHAYARI OF THE WEEK

majburiya hamari woh jan na sake,

guzarishe hamari woh maan na sake,

kahte hain woh marne ke baaD bhi yaaD rakhege hamey,

jo jite ji hame Pehchaan na sakey..

6- INTERESTING FACT OF THE WEEK

What is called a “French kiss” in the English speaking world is known as an

“English kiss” in France

7-PRAYER FOR THIS WEEK

There is joy in all:

in the hair I brush each morning,

in the Cannon towel, newly washed,

that I rub my body with each morning,

in the chapel of eggs I cook

each morning,

in the outcry from the kettle

that heats my coffee

each morning,

in the spoon and the chair

that cry “hello there, Anne,”

each morning,

in the godhead of the table

that I set my silver, plate, cup upon

each morning.

All this is God,

right here in my pea-green house

each morning

and I mean,

though often forget,

to give thanks,

to faint down by the kitchen table

in a prayer of rejoicing

as the holy birds at the kitchen window

peck into their marriage of seeds.

So while I think of it,

let me paint a thank-you on my palm

for this God, this laughter of the morning,

lest it go unspoken.

The joy
that isn’t shared, I’ve heard,

dies young.

welcome morning - anne sexton

dIshaa TRIPATHI

Try to make at least one small change each week.