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		<title>LIVE ON</title>
		<link>http://blogs.rediff.com/randonmusings/2010/09/18/live-on/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2010 09:41:04 +0000</pubDate>
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“In our lives; 
Unlike on tracks
We can’t rewind
We can’t go back”
The words filled me with wistfulness….immediately took me back; long back through the time machine of my mind. &#160;Wonder what it is about the past that it holds our present and future to ransom? Or maybe it’s just our own fear to let go of [...]]]></description>
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<P style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class=MsoNormal><FONT size=3 face=Calibri>“In our lives; </FONT></P><br />
<P style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class=MsoNormal><FONT size=3 face=Calibri>Unlike on tracks</FONT></P><br />
<P style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class=MsoNormal><FONT size=3 face=Calibri>We can’t rewind</FONT></P><br />
<P style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class=MsoNormal><FONT size=3 face=Calibri>We can’t go back”</FONT></P><br />
<P style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class=MsoNormal><FONT size=3 face=Calibri>The words filled me with wistfulness….immediately took me back; long back through the time machine of my mind. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</SPAN>Wonder what it is about the past that it holds our present and future to ransom? Or maybe it’s just our own fear to let go of the familiar to sail the unfamiliar seas again…who knows! </FONT></P><br />
<P style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class=MsoNormal><FONT size=3 face=Calibri>But is there a need to look back only in sorrow, regret or bitterness… why not in happiness? Vacuum cannot exist on this earth&#8230;it never did. How we choose to fill in the gaps left by the tide of time is up to us completely. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</SPAN>In consciously trying to forget, we keep reminding ourselves of the days gone by. </FONT></P><br />
<P style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class=MsoNormal><FONT size=3 face=Calibri>In trying to move on, we keep moving back…wishing to change what HAS become a constant for eternity! It’s a part of our lives so how can we leave it behind &amp; move on… it was it was a conscious decision we took and whether it turns right or wrong , life<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </SPAN>goes on ….ironically instead of stopping to smile at the<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </SPAN>happier things , people often brood over the sadder parts…</FONT></P><br />
<P style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class=MsoNormal><FONT size=3><FONT face=Calibri><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</SPAN>But, without people life is the biggest loser&#8230;Life needs us as much as we need it&#8230;So let’s LIVE ON!!!</FONT></FONT></P></SPAN></p>
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		<title>It&#8217;s Faith&#8230;Without a Doubt!</title>
		<link>http://blogs.rediff.com/randonmusings/2009/02/25/its-faithwithout-a-doubt/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2009 04:32:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sarita singh</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Doubt sees the obstaclesFaith sees the way.Doubt sees the darkest nightFaith sees the day.Doubt dreads to take a stepFaith soars on high.Doubt questions &#8216;who believes?&#8217;Faith answers, &#8216;I.&#8217;&#8212;- Author Unknown&#160;Its a rhyme we learn and recite as little children in school, without understanding the meaning of the words. In the process of growing up we forget [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Californian FB'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><FONT color=#cc0000>Doubt sees the obstacles<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></I></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Californian FB'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><FONT color=#cc0000>Faith sees the way.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></I></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Californian FB'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><FONT color=#cc0000>Doubt sees the darkest night<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></I></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Californian FB'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><FONT color=#cc0000>Faith sees the day.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></I></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Californian FB'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><FONT color=#cc0000>Doubt dreads to take a step<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></I></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Californian FB'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><FONT color=#cc0000>Faith soars on high.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></I></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Californian FB'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><FONT color=#cc0000>Doubt questions &#8216;who believes?&#8217;<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></I></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Californian FB'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><FONT color=#cc0000>Faith answers, &#8216;I.&#8217;<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></I></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Harlow Solid Italic'"><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">&#8212;- Author Unknown<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"><FONT color=#6600cc></FONT></SPAN></B>&nbsp;</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"><FONT color=#6600cc>It's a rhyme we learn and recite as little children in school, without understanding the meaning of the words. In the process of growing up we forget it too. Yet, years down the lane of life we realize the&nbsp;real value of&nbsp; these words dramatically opposite in meaning yet so very intertwined in existence! Kahlil Gibran had rightly&nbsp;described doubt and faith as twins <o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></B></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"><FONT color=#6600cc>I met Mona again after a gap of almost 5 years. She seemed very happy and flushed with excitement for the future. Five years back when I last met her she was a young girl in her early teens who seemed very despondent and hesitant to talk to people. I left for my further studies abroad &#038; we did not meet again till the dinner yesterday.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></B></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"><FONT color=#6600cc>Mona had lost her father when she was still a child. Her mother was struck with severe arthritis (leaving her movements severely restricted ) when&nbsp;Mona was in high school. This left Mona's morale really low. To her, her dream of becoming a doctor seemed to be fast eroding  and left her questioning the ways and the very existence of God. And the same question kept repeating itself in her mind, "why always me?"<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></B></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"><FONT color=#6600cc>Yet, something within her did not let her give up hope. She held on to her faith that her dream could not die and she continued with her preparations, all the while praying that a miracle should happen and she should somehow get a scholarship. Help arrived from a most unexpected source. An ex-teacher, who was now heading a trust funding higher education for meritorious students low on funds, arranged for the finances. Today she is a 2<SUP>nd</SUP> year student in a well known medical college of our country.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></B></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"><FONT color=#6600cc>She is aware that her battle is far from over there are still many obstacles to overcome. But, she firmly believes that the sudden meeting with her ex-class teacher was God's way of telling her to push ahead with her dreams &#038; that HE is with her ..<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></B></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"><FONT color=#6600cc>Faith is the bubble that keeps us afloat on the turbulent sea of life. Doubts are the testing beds of our faith . Each time life engulfs us with doubts; it ends up strengthening our faiths and beliefs  without doubts we would never learn to gauge the depths of our faith.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></B></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"><FONT color=#6600cc>Wisdom does not lie in smothering our doubts or running away from them, but in facing them head on and conquering them. Where faith is true and deep, doubts disappear like dewdrops in the sun. <o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></B></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"><o:p><FONT color=#cc33cc>&nbsp;</FONT></o:p></SPAN></B></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"><o:p><FONT color=#cc33cc>&nbsp;</FONT></o:p></SPAN></B></P></p>
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		<title>Living &amp; Believing</title>
		<link>http://blogs.rediff.com/randonmusings/2008/08/13/living-believing/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 16:36:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sarita singh</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; -Soren Kierkegaard&#160;This is my vision of life &#038; various experiences have only reinforced it. The layouts &#038; blueprints of our lives are drawn up by someone who we have never met; will probably meet after our final race has been run, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #3333cc; FONT-FAMILY: 'Californian FB'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'">"Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced."<SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: #3333cc; FONT-FAMILY: 'Berlin Sans FB'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">-Soren Kierkegaard<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="COLOR: #003399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Gautami">This is my vision of life &#038; various experiences have only reinforced it. The layouts &#038; blueprints of our lives are drawn up by someone who we have never met; will probably meet after our final race has been run, whom Tennyson had describes as "the pilot" of the ship called life. So we might as well stop worrying about the balancing the equations of life. Each one of us has a list of what we wanted, but didn't get &#038; what we got but we didn't want. No one ever had only happiness in his kitty.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Gautami"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Gautami"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Gautami">Yet, many among us keep trying to change the inevitable. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</SPAN>A lot of people who succeed in their endeavors boast that they are the masters of their destiny   the ones who are unable to win blame their bad luck for their loss the even-weaker ones blame others for preventing them from winning .<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Gautami"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Gautami">Is winning really so important? There is always just 1 winner, participants are many  do these people mean nothing? <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</SPAN>Why do we let social acceptance/ standards define our own self worth? The winner of one game may not win the next does it take away the glory of his earlier victory?<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Gautami"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Gautami">Have u noticed how Rajyavardhan Singh Rathore is cold shouldered by the same press which once used to go all gaga over him above &#038; beyond his recognition as<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </SPAN>a sportsman is another identity an <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</SPAN>AVSM winning soldier <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</SPAN>who has risked his life to fight terrorists in J&#038;K  .<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Gautami"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Gautami">Of course Abhinav Bindra's win is a momentous event in our country's history his name will be written forever in gold. What I like even better about him is his matter of fact attitude  he doesn't exhibit any "been there, done that" smugness . Nor does he play to the gallery, he has battled the demon called injury to reach where he is today, yet his simple comment on winning was "today was my day " <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Gautami"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Gautami">In the midst of chasing victory &#038; coping with defeats, we somewhere lose sight of the beauty that surrounds us .the beautiful world which god created for us the beautiful world for which god created us <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Gautami"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Gautami">Winning &#038; losing, pain &#038; pleasure, happiness &#038; sorrow touch everyone's life no one is exempt from it&#8212;- each emotion ,each experience only enhances our lives &#038; the negatives increase our appreciation of the positives even more. <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Gautami"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Gautami"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Gautami">What ultimately matters is that we survived the storm because the unseen hand of God lead us to safety   He is always with us in the form of our families, our friends &#038; everyone who cares about us. He is the one who solves or rather dissolves the problems that we face but without the problems we would never learn to count out blessings. <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Gautami"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Gautami">Let us savor the gift of life &#038; love that we have been given, let us enjoy the beauty of the world &#038; the relationships created specially for us .And in the process<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </SPAN>we will enrich our souls.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bodoni MT'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P></p>
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