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October 18th, 2008DEEPAVALI WISHES IN ADVANCE
October 17th, 2008
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October 17th, 2008
!! Abhi o tufan utha nahi hai !!
October 16th, 2008
!! Abhi o tufan utha nahi hai !!
Hai zindagi kitani khubsurat,
Abhi unhe bhi pata nahi hai !
Abhi unhe bhi pata nahi hai !
Koi bahut pyar karnewala,
Jinhe abhi tak mila nahi hai !
Jinhe abhi tak mila nahi hai !
Meri nigahon se door mat ja,
Sukune dil ban ke dil me aaja !
Sukune dil ban ke dil me aaja !
E kah rahi hai har ek dhadkan,
Tere bina kuchh maza nahi hai !
Tere bina kuchh maza nahi hai !
Tu aaye to mai bahar dekhun,
Kali gulon ka singar dekhun,
Hai meri hasarat abhi adhuri,
Dile jawan ki khata nahi hai !
Chali o andhi ki tinka tinka,
Bikhar gaya aashiyan kali ki,
Bikhar gaya aashiyan kali ki,
Jo tod de mere hausalon ko,
Abhi o tufan utha nahi hai !
Abhi o tufan utha nahi hai !
Karwa Chauth-On 17thOCTOBER=2008
October 15th, 2008
Karwa Chauth-On 17thOCTOBER=2008
~*~Karwa Chauth Puja Process~*~
The fast of Karwa Chauth is kept
9 days before Diwali. It falls on the
fourth day of the Kartik month by the Hindu calendar (fourth day of the
waning moon or the dark fortnight).
The pooja preparations start a day in advance. Married women
buy the shringar or the traditional adornments and the other
pooja items like the karwa, matthi, heena etc.
Early in the morning they prepare food and have it before sunrise. The
morning passes by in other festive activities like decorating hand and
feet with heena, decorating the pooja thali and
meeting friends and relatives.
In the late afternoon women gather at a common place like temple or a
garden or someones’ place who has arranged the pooja. An elderly lady
or the pujarin narrates the legend of Karwa Chouth.
The essentials of this gathering and listening of the
Karwa chauth story , a special mud pot, that is considered a symbol of lord Ganesha, a metal urn filled with water, flowers, idols of Ambika Gaur Mata, Goddess Parwati and some fruits, mathi and food grains. A part of this is offered to the deities and the storyteller.
Earlier an idol of Gaur Mata was made using earth and cowdung. Now just
an idol of Goddess Parwati is kept. Every one lights an earthen lamp in
their thalis while listening to the Karwa story. Sindoor, incense
sticks and rice are also kept in the thali.
At this time the women wear heavy saris or chunries in red , pink or
other bridal colors, and adorn themselves with all other symbols of a
married women like, nose pin, tika, bindi, chonp, bangles, earrings etc.
Once the moon rises, the women see its reflection in a thali of water,
or through a dupatta or a sieve. They offer water to the moon and seek
blessings. They pray for the safety, prosperity and long life of their
husbands. This marks the end of the day long fast.
offer prayers seeking the welfare, prosperity, well-being, and
longevity of their husbands. This festival requires a through planning before the actual date and the following list of items can prove to be handful, especially for women who are doing their first Karva
Chauth vrat.
buy the shringar or the traditional adornments and the other
pooja items like the karwa, matthi, heena etc.
Early in the morning they prepare food and have it before sunrise. The
morning passes by in other festive activities like decorating hand and
feet with heena, decorating the pooja thali and
meeting friends and relatives.
In the late afternoon women gather at a common place like temple or a
garden or someones’ place who has arranged the pooja. An elderly lady
or the pujarin narrates the legend of Karwa Chouth.
The essentials of this gathering and listening of the
Karwa chauth story , a special mud pot, that is considered a symbol of lord Ganesha, a metal urn filled with water, flowers, idols of Ambika Gaur Mata, Goddess Parwati and some fruits, mathi and food grains. A part of this is offered to the deities and the storyteller.
Earlier an idol of Gaur Mata was made using earth and cowdung. Now just
an idol of Goddess Parwati is kept. Every one lights an earthen lamp in
their thalis while listening to the Karwa story. Sindoor, incense
sticks and rice are also kept in the thali.
At this time the women wear heavy saris or chunries in red , pink or
other bridal colors, and adorn themselves with all other symbols of a
married women like, nose pin, tika, bindi, chonp, bangles, earrings etc.
Once the moon rises, the women see its reflection in a thali of water,
or through a dupatta or a sieve. They offer water to the moon and seek
blessings. They pray for the safety, prosperity and long life of their
husbands. This marks the end of the day long fast.
~*~Karwa Chauth Items~*~
offer prayers seeking the welfare, prosperity, well-being, and
longevity of their husbands. This festival requires a through planning before the actual date and the following list of items can prove to be handful, especially for women who are doing their first Karva
Chauth vrat.
Dangers Of Using CTRL+C
October 15th, 2008
Dangers Of Using CTRL+C
Dear Friends,
Please be very careful when u press ctrl + c…
Here is some useful information for all.
Ctrl+C may be the most important work we do everyday. But it’s not a very safe thing to do. Read on to know why. What happens when you press Ctrl+C while you are On-line… We do copy various data by Ctrl + C for pasting elsewhere.
This copied data is stored in clipboard and is accessible from the net
by a combination of java-script’s and ASP.
Just try this:
1) Copy any text by Ctrl + C
2) Click the Link: < http://www.sourcecodesworld. com/special/ clipboard. asp>
3) You will see the text you copied was accessed by this web page.
Do not keep sensitive data (like passwords, credit card numbers, PIN etc.)
in the clipboard while surfing the web. It is extremely easy to extract
the text stored in the clipboard to steal your sensitive information.
Forward this information to as many friends as you can, to save them from on-line frauds!
Note: It’s working in IE (Internet Explorer) only…
Smart Thoughts
October 15th, 2008Smart Thoughts
Don’t compare yourself with any one in this world.
If you compare, you are insulting yourself.
Don’t complain about others;
change yourself if you want peace.
It is easier to protect your feet with slippers than
to cover the earth with carpet.
No one can go back and change a bad beginning,
but anyone can start now and create a successful ending.
Easy is to judge the mistakes of others.
Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes.
If a problem can be solved, no need to worry about it.
If a problem cannot be solved what is the use of worrying?
‘Changing the Face’ can change nothing.
But ‘Facing the Change’ can change everything.
Be bold when you loose
and be calm when you win.
No one will manufacture a lock without a key.
Trust that God created solutions for all problems we meet.
Every successful person has a painful story.
Every painful story has a successful ending.
Accept the pain and get ready for success.
Heated gold becomes ornament. Beaten copper becomes wires. Depleted stone becomes statue.
So the more pain you get in life you become more valuable.
Mistakes are painful when they happen.
But year’s later collection of mistakes is called experience, which leads to success.
Life laughs at you when you are unhappy…
Life smiles at you when you are happy…
Life salutes you when you make others happy…
If you miss an opportunity don’t fill your eyes with tears.
Tears may hide another better opportunity in front of you.
If you keep doing what you have always done, you will keep getting what you have always gotten.
For things to change, you have to change. For things to get better, you have to get better.
20 Steps to Faith
October 14th, 2008
20 Steps to Faith ( Author Unknown )
1. Faith is the ability to not panic.
2. If you worry, you didn’t pray. If you pray, don’t worry.
3. As a child of God, prayer is kind of like calling home every day.
4. Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.
5. When we get tangled up in ourproblems, be still. God wants us to be still so He can untangle theknot.
6.Do the math. Count your blessings.
7. God wants spiritual fruit, not religious nuts.
8. Dear God: I have a problem. It’s me.
9. Silence is oftenmisinterpreted, but never misquoted.
10. Laugh every day, it’s like inner jogging.
11. The most important things in your home are the people.
12. Growing old is inevitable, growing up is optional.
13. There is no key to happiness. The door is always open.
14… A grudge is a heavy thing to carry.
15. He who dies with the most toys is, nonetheless,still dead.
16. We do not remember days, but moments. Life moves too fast, so enjoy your precious moments.
17. Nothing is real to you until you experience it, otherwise it’s just hearsay.
18. It’s all right to sit on your pity pot every now and then. Just be sure to flush when you are done.
19. Surviving and living your life successfully requires courage.
The goals and dreams you’re seeking require courage and risk-taking. Learn from the turtle, it only makes progress when it sticks out its neck.
20. Be more concerned with your character than your reputation.
Your character is what you really are, while your reputation is merely what others think you are.
2. If you worry, you didn’t pray. If you pray, don’t worry.
3. As a child of God, prayer is kind of like calling home every day.
4. Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.
5. When we get tangled up in ourproblems, be still. God wants us to be still so He can untangle theknot.
6.Do the math. Count your blessings.
7. God wants spiritual fruit, not religious nuts.
8. Dear God: I have a problem. It’s me.
9. Silence is oftenmisinterpreted, but never misquoted.
10. Laugh every day, it’s like inner jogging.
11. The most important things in your home are the people.
12. Growing old is inevitable, growing up is optional.
13. There is no key to happiness. The door is always open.
14… A grudge is a heavy thing to carry.
15. He who dies with the most toys is, nonetheless,still dead.
16. We do not remember days, but moments. Life moves too fast, so enjoy your precious moments.
17. Nothing is real to you until you experience it, otherwise it’s just hearsay.
18. It’s all right to sit on your pity pot every now and then. Just be sure to flush when you are done.
19. Surviving and living your life successfully requires courage.
The goals and dreams you’re seeking require courage and risk-taking. Learn from the turtle, it only makes progress when it sticks out its neck.
20. Be more concerned with your character than your reputation.
Your character is what you really are, while your reputation is merely what others think you are.
How true is this.
October 14th, 2008
Good Morning…….How true is this
When somebody criticizes
you don’t worry,
Stones are generally thrown only
at tree full of fruits !!!
How true is this.
Mouse Story..a message. A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package.
“What food might this contain?” The mouse wondered - he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.
Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning.
“There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”
The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, “Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it.”
The mouse turned to the pig and told him, “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”
The pig sympathized, but said, “I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my
prayers.”
The mouse turned to the cow and said “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”
The cow said, “Wow, Mr. Mouse. I’m sorry for you, but it’s no skin off my nose.”
So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer’s mousetrap alone.
That very night a sound was heard throughout the house — like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.
The farmer’s wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught.
The snake bit the farmer’s wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital, and she returned home with a fever. Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup’s main ingredient.
But his wife’s sickness continued, so friends and neighbours came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.
The farmer’s wife did not get well; she died. So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.
The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.
So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn’t concern you, remember — when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.
We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.
ANOTHER PERSON’S TAPESTRY; OUR LIVES ARE WOVEN TOGETHER FOR A REASON.
One of the best things to hold onto in this world is a friend.
‘Have a Nice Day!‘ .
INFORMATION PLEASE
October 13th, 2008
INFORMATION PLEASE
When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother used to talk to it.
bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible, but there didn’t seem to be any reason for crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.
Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. “Information Please,” I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. “Information.“ “I hurt my finger. . .” I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person - her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know. “Information Please” could supply anybody’s number and the correct time.
My first personal experience with this genie-in-the-“The telephone,” I thought.
“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question. “Nobody’s home but me.” I blubbered. “Are you bleeding?” “No,” I replied. “I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.” “Can you open your icebox?” she asked. I said I could. “Then chip off a little piece of ice and hold it to your finger,” said the voice. After that, I called “Information Please” for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before would eat fruits and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called “Information Please” and told her the sad story. She listened, then said the usual things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was un-consoled. I asked her, “Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?” She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, “Paul, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.”
Somehow I felt better. Another day I was on the telephone. “Information Please.” “Information,” said the now familiar voice.
“How do you spell fix?” I asked. All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was 9 years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. “Information Please” belonged in that old wooden box back home, and I somehow never thought of trying the tall, shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall.
As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about half an hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, “Information, Please.” Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well, “Information.“ I hadn’t planned this but I heard myself saying, “Could you please tell me how to spell fix?” There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, “I guess your finger must have healed by now.” I laughed. “So it’s really still you,’ I said. “I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time.”
“I wonder,” she said, “if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children, and I used to look forward to your calls.” I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
“Please do, she said. “Just ask for Sally.” Three months later, I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, “Information.” I asked for Sally. “Are you a friend?” She said. “Yes, a very old friend,” I answered.
She paused. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, she said. Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.” I was stunned. Before I could hang up she said, “Wait a minute. Did you say your name was Paul?” “Yes.”
“Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you.” The note says, “Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He’ll know what I mean.”
“How do you spell fix?” I asked. All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was 9 years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. “Information Please” belonged in that old wooden box back home, and I somehow never thought of trying the tall, shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall.
As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about half an hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, “Information, Please.” Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well, “Information.
“I wonder,” she said, “if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children, and I used to look forward to your calls.” I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
“Please do, she said. “Just ask for Sally.” Three months later, I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, “Information.
She paused. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, she said. Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.” I was stunned. Before I could hang up she said, “Wait a minute. Did you say your name was Paul?” “Yes.”
“Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you.” The note says, “Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He’ll know what I mean.”
I thanked her and hung up..I knew what Sally meant.
Go wipe the tear in your eye; and reply back to me.
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.
