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		<title>Typical mom</title>
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		<dc:creator>Saravanan Sellathurai</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Typical Mom.
A  young  man excitedly tells his mother he&#8217;s fallen in love and
that he is going to get married. He says, &#8220;Ma, I&#8217;m going to bring over
3 women and you try and guess which one I&#8217;m going to marry.&#8221; The
mother agrees.
The next day, he brings three beautiful women into the house and sits
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<p>A  young  man excitedly tells his mother he&#8217;s fallen in love and<br />
that he is going to get married. He says, &#8220;Ma, I&#8217;m going to bring over<br />
3 women and you try and guess which one I&#8217;m going to marry.&#8221; The<br />
mother agrees.</p>
<p>The next day, he brings three beautiful women into the house and sits<br />
them down on the couch and they chat for a while. Later, he says,<br />
&#8220;Okay Ma, guess which one I&#8217;m going to marry.&#8221; She immediately<br />
replies, &#8220;The one on the right.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s amazing, Ma. You&#8217;re right. How did you know?&#8221;</p>
<p>The mother replies, </span></span><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:small;"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:12pt;"><br />
&#8230;.<br />
</span></span></strong>&#8220;I don&#8217;t like her&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Used Vs Loved</title>
		<link>http://saraindia.wordpress.com/2009/07/17/used-vs-loved/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 07:10:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Saravanan Sellathurai</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[While a man was polishing his new car, his 4 yr old son picked up stone and scratched lines on the side of the car. In anger,
the man took the child&#8217;s hand and hit it many times; not realizing he
was using a wrench. At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>While a man was polishing his new car, his 4 yr old son picked up stone and scratched lines on the side of the car. In anger,<br />
the man took the child&#8217;s hand and hit it many times; not realizing he<br />
was using a wrench. At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due<br />
to multiple fractures. When the child saw his father&#8230;..with painful<br />
eyes he asked, &#8216;Dad when will my fingers grow backThe man was<br />
so hurt and speechless; he went back to his car and kicked<br />
it a lot of times. Devastated by his own actions&#8230;&#8230;sitting in front of that car he</p>
<p>looked at the scratches; the child had written &#8216;I LOVE<br />
YOU  DAD&#8217;. The next day that man committed suicide. .<br />
. Anger and Love have no limits; choose the<br />
latter to have a beautiful, lovely life&#8230;.. <strong>Things are to<br />
be used and people are to be loved,</strong> But the problem in<br />
today&#8217;s world is that,</p>
<p><strong>People are used and things are loved&#8230;</strong><br />
Things are to be used, but People are to be loved &#8230;</p>
<p>Watch your thoughts; they become words.<br />
Watch your words; they become actions.<br />
Watch your actions; they become habits.<br />
Watch your habits they become character;<br />
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.</p>
<p><strong>The Will of God will  never take you to where the Grace of God  will not PROTECT you&#8230;</strong></p>
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		<title>A childs lesson</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2009 09:44:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Saravanan Sellathurai</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[My wife called, &#8216;How long will you be with that newspaper?  Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her  food?    I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene.
My only  daughter, Sindu, looked frightened; tears were welling up in  her eyes. In front of [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=saraindia.wordpress.com&blog=1769132&post=213&subd=saraindia&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>My wife called, &#8216;How long will you be with that newspaper?  Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her  food?    I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene.</p>
<p>My only  daughter, Sindu, looked frightened; tears were welling up in  her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with  curd rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her  age.    I cleared my throat and picked up the bowl. &#8216;Sindu,  darling, why don&#8217;t you take a few mouthful of this curd  rice? Just for Dad&#8217;s sake, dear&#8217;.</p>
<p>Sindu softened a bit and wiped her tears with the back of  her hands. &#8216;Ok, Dad. I will eat &#8211; not just a few  mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you  should&#8230;&#8217; Sindu hesitated. &#8216;Dad, if I eat this  entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?&#8217;     &#8216;Promise&#8217;. I covered the pink soft hand extended by  my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal. Now I became a  bit anxious.</p>
<p>&#8216;Sindu, dear, you shouldn&#8217;t insist on  getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not  have that kind of money right now. Ok?&#8217;    &#8216;No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive&#8217;. Slowly  and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was  silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my  child to eat something that she detested.</p>
<p>After the ordeal  was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with  expectation. All our attention was on her. &#8216;Dad, I want  to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!&#8217; was her  demand.    &#8216;Atrocious!&#8217; shouted my wife, &#8216;A girl child  having her head shaved off? Impossible!&#8217;   &#8216;Never in our family!&#8217; My mother rasped. &#8216;She  has been watching too much of television. Our culture is  getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!&#8217;</p>
<p>&#8216;Sindu, darling, why don&#8217;t you ask for something  else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven  head.&#8217;    &#8216;Please, Sindu, why don&#8217;t you try to understand our  feelings?&#8217; I tried to plead with her.     &#8216;Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that  Curd Rice&#8217;. Sindu was in tears. &#8216;And you promised to  grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your  words. Was it not you who told me the story of King  Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our  promises no matter what?&#8217;     It was time for me to call the shots. &#8216;Our promise must  be kept.&#8217;   &#8216;Are you out of your mind?&#8217; chorused my mother and  wife.   &#8216;No. If we go back on ourpromises, she will never learn  to honour her own.</p>
<p>Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.&#8217;    With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her  eyes looked big and beautiful.    On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school.. It was a  sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her  classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a  smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted,  &#8216;Sinduja,  please wait for me!&#8217; What struck me was the hairless  head of that boy.</p>
<p>&#8216;May be, that is the  in-stuff&#8217;,  I thought.     &#8216;Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!&#8217;  Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and  continued, &#8216;that  boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son  Harish. He is suffering from&#8230; leukemia&#8217;. She paused to  muffle her sobs. &#8216;Harish could not attend the school for  the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the  side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to  school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the  schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him  that she will take care of the teasing issue.</p>
<p>But, I never  imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of  my son!    Sir,  you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as  your daughter.&#8217;     I stood transfixed and then, I wept. &#8216;My little Angel,  you are teaching me how selfless real love  is!&#8217;            The  happiest people on this planet are not those who live on  their own terms but are those who change their terms for the  ones whom they love !!</p>
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		<title>Tips of life</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2009 09:24:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Saravanan Sellathurai</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to.. As you get older, t heir conversational skills will be as important as any other.
THREE.. Don&#8217;t believe all you hear, spend all you hav e or sleep all you want.
FOUR. When you say, &#8216;I love you,&#8217; [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=saraindia.wordpress.com&blog=1769132&post=211&subd=saraindia&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.</p>
<p>TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to.. As you get older, t heir conversational skills will be as important as any other.</p>
<p>THREE.. Don&#8217;t believe all you hear, spend all you hav e or sleep all you want.</p>
<p>FOUR. When you say, &#8216;I love you,&#8217; mean it.</p>
<p>FIVE. When you say, &#8216;I&#8217;m sorry,&#8217; look the person in the eye.</p>
<p>SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.</p>
<p>SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.</p>
<p>EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone&#8217;s dreams. People who don&#8217;t have dreams don&#8217;t have much.</p>
<p>NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it&#8217;s the only way to live life completely.</p>
<p>TEN.. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.</p>
<p>ELEVEN. Don&#8217;t judge people by their relatives.</p>
<p>TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.</p>
<p>THIRTEEN! &#8230; When someone asks you a question you don&#8217;t want to answer, smile and ask, &#8216;Why do you want to know?&#8217;</p>
<p>FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.</p>
<p>FIFTEEN. Say &#8216;bless you&#8217; when you hear someone sneeze.</p>
<p>SIXTEEN. When you lose, don&#8217;t lose the lesson.</p>
<p>SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R&#8217;s: Respect for self; Respect for others; and Responsibility for all your actions.</p>
<p>EIGHTEEN. Don&#8217;t let a little dispute injure a great friendship.</p>
<p>NINETEEN. When you realize you&#8217;ve made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.</p>
<p>TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.</p>
<p>TWENTY- ONE. Spend some time alone.</p>
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		<title>Love dies because of Ego</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 12:43:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Saravanan Sellathurai</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8216;Sometimes love is for a moment, sometimes love is for a lifetime. Sometimes a moment is a lifetime.&#8217;
Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived.   One day there was a storm in the sea and the island was about to get drowned. Every feeling was scared, but Love made [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=saraindia.wordpress.com&blog=1769132&post=205&subd=saraindia&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>&#8216;Sometimes love is for a moment, sometimes love is for a lifetime. Sometimes a moment is a lifetime.&#8217;</p>
<p>Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived.   One day there was a storm in the sea and the island was about to get drowned. Every feeling was scared, but Love made a boat to escape . Every feeling boarded the boat.. Only one feeling was left. Love got down to see who it was.. It was EGO. Love tried and tried, but ego wasn&#8217;t moving also. The water was rising.. Every one asked love to leave him and come into the boat, but love was made to love.  At last all the feelings escape and Love dies with ego on the island..  Love Dies because of EGO! So, Kill Ego And Save Love&#8230;..</p>
<p>&#8216;Argument wins the situations but loses the person. So when argue with your loved ones, remember that situations is never more important than your loved ones&#8230;..</p>
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		<title>Hope, Trust and Confidence</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 13:58:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Saravanan Sellathurai</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CONFIDENCE:
1 Day all villagers decided to pray for rain.  On the day of prayer all people gathered &#38; only one boy came with an umbrella. THATS CONFIDENCE.
TRUST:
Trust should be like feeling of a 1 year old baby, when you throw him in tha air, he laughs&#8230;.  Because he know you will catch him&#8230;
HOPE:
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>CONFIDENCE:</p>
<p>1 Day all villagers decided to pray for rain.  On the day of prayer all people gathered &amp; only one boy came with an umbrella. THATS CONFIDENCE.</p>
<p>TRUST:</p>
<p>Trust should be like feeling of a 1 year old baby, when you throw him in tha air, he laughs&#8230;.  Because he know you will catch him&#8230;</p>
<p>HOPE:</p>
<p>Every night we go to bed, have no assurance to get up alive in the next morning  But still we have many plans for coming day&#8230;</p>
<p>KEEP CONFIDENCE, TRUST IN GOD AND NEVER LOSE HOPE&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Marriage Passbook</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 10:27:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jocelyn married William this day. At the end of the wedding  party, Jocelyn&#8217;s mother gave her a newly
opened bank  saving passbook. With $1000 deposit amount.
Mother: &#8216;Jocelyn, take this passbook. Keep it as a  record of your marriage life. When there&#8217;s something
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>Jocelyn married William this day. At the end of the wedding  party, Jocelyn&#8217;s mother gave her a newly<br />
opened bank  saving passbook. With $1000 deposit amount.</p>
<p>Mother: &#8216;Jocelyn, take this passbook. Keep it as a  record of your marriage life. When there&#8217;s something<br />
happy and memorable happened in your new life, put some  money in.  Write down what it&#8217;s about next<br />
to the line. The more  memorable the event is, the more money you can put in.  I&#8217;ve done the first one for<br />
you today. Do the others  with William.  When you look back after years, you can know how much<br />
happiness you&#8217;ve had.&#8217;</p>
<p>Jocelyn shared this with William when getting home. They  both thought it was a great idea and were<br />
anxious to know  when the second deposit can be made.</p>
<p>This was what they did after certain time:<br />
- 7 Feb: $100, first birthday celebration for William after  marriage<br />
- 1 Mar: $300, salary raise for Jocelyn<br />
- 20 Mar: $200, vacation trip to Bali<br />
- 15 Apr: $2000, Jocelyn got pregnant<br />
- 1 Jun: $1000, William got promoted<br />
&#8230;&#8230; and so on&#8230;</p>
<p>However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for  trivial things. They didn&#8217;t talk much. They regretted<br />
that they had married the most nasty people in the world&#8230;.  no more love&#8230; Kind of typical nowadays, huh?</p>
<p>One day Jocelyn talked to her Mother:  &#8216;Mom, we can&#8217;t stand it anymore. We agree to  divorce. I can&#8217;t imagine<br />
how I decided to marry this  guy!!!&#8217;</p>
<p>Mother:! &#8216;Sure, girl, that&#8217;s no big deal. Just do  whatever you want if! you really can&#8217;t stand it. But  before that, do<br />
one thing first. Remember the saving  passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money  and spend<br />
it first. You shouldn&#8217;t keep any record of  such a poor marriage.&#8217;</p>
<p>Jocelyn thought it was true. So she went to the bank,  waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account.<br />
While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook  record. She looked, and looked, and looked. Then the memory<br />
of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind.  Her eyes were then filled with tears. She left and went  home.</p>
<p>When she was home, she handed the passbook to William,  asked him to spend the money before getting divorce.<br />
The next day, William gave the passbook back to Jocelyn.  She found a new deposit of $5000. And a line next to the<br />
record: &#8216;This is the day I notice how much I&#8217;ve  loved you thru out all these years. How much happieness  you&#8217;ve brought me.&#8217;</p>
<p>They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the  safe.  Do you know how much money they had saved when they<br />
retired? I did not ask. I believe the money did not matter  any more after they had gone thru all the good years in  their life.</p>
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		<title>Test of Three</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 10:19:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In ancient Greece (469 &#8211; 399 BC), Socrates was widely lauded for his wisdom. One day the great philosopher came upon an acquaintance who ran  up to him excitedly and said, &#8220;Socrates, do you know  what I just heard about one of your  students?&#8221;
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>In ancient Greece (469 &#8211; 399 BC), Socrates was widely lauded for his wisdom. One day the great philosopher came upon an acquaintance who ran  up to him excitedly and said, &#8220;Socrates, do you know  what I just heard about one of your  students?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Wait a  moment,&#8221; Socrates replied. &#8220;Before you tell me  I&#8217;d like you to pass a little test. It&#8217;s called the  Test of Three.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Test of  Three?&#8221; &#8220;That&#8217;s  right,&#8221; Socrates continued. &#8220;Before you talk to me  about my student let&#8217;s take a moment to test what  you&#8217;re going to say. The first test is Truth. Have you  made<br />
absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is  true?&#8221;</p>
<p>No,&#8221; the man  said, &#8220;actually I just heard about  It.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;All right,&#8221;  said Socrates. &#8220;So you don&#8217;t really know if  it&#8217;s true or not.</p>
<p>Now let&#8217;s try the second test, the  test of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me<br />
about my  student something good?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;No, on the  contrary&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;So,&#8221;  Socrates continued, &#8220;you want to tell me something bad  about him even though<br />
you&#8217;re not certain it&#8217;s  true?&#8221;</p>
<p>The man shrugged, a  little embarrassed.</p>
<p>Socrates continued.  &#8220;You may still pass though, b ecause there is a third test<br />
- the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me  about my student going to be useful to<br />
me?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;No, not  really.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Well,&#8221;  concluded Socrates, &#8220;if what you want to tell me is  neither True nor Good nor even Useful, why tell it to me at  all?&#8221;</p>
<p>The man was defeated  and ashamed. This is the reason Socrates was a great philosopher and held in such high esteem. It also explains  why he never found out that his wife was regularly having  Sex with his student Plato.</p>
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		<title>How To Know The Gender Of A Fly</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Jun 2009 11:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Saravanan Sellathurai</dc:creator>
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A woman walked into the kitchen to find her
husband stalking around with a fly swatter
&#8216;What are you doing?&#8217; !
She asked.
&#8216;Hunting Flies&#8217;
He responded.
&#8216;Oh. ! Killing any?&#8217;
She asked.
&#8216;Yep, 3 males, 2 Females,&#8217; he replied. 


Intrigued, she asked. 
&#8216;How can you tell them apart?&#8217; ! 
He responded, 
&#8216;3 were on a beer can, 
2 were on the phone
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</strong></span><img src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;ik=e0ce878e7c&amp;view=att&amp;th=121e87513dd610c6&amp;attid=0.1&amp;disp=emb&amp;realattid=0.1.0.1.1&amp;zw" alt="cid:image003.jpg@01C9CE43.BDCDED90" /><span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#004080;font-size:medium;"><strong></strong></span></p>
<p><strong>A woman walked into the kitchen to find her<br />
husband stalking around with a fly swatter</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8216;What are you doing?&#8217; !<br />
She asked.</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8216;Hunting Flies&#8217;<br />
He responded.</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8216;Oh. ! Killing any?&#8217;<br />
She asked.</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8216;Yep, 3 males, 2 Females,&#8217; he replied.</strong><span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:x-small;"><strong> </strong></span></p>
<p><strong><br />
</strong><img src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;ik=e0ce878e7c&amp;view=att&amp;th=121e87513dd610c6&amp;attid=0.2&amp;disp=emb&amp;realattid=0.1.0.1.2&amp;zw" alt="cid:image004.jpg@01C9CE43.BDCDED90" /><span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#004080;font-size:medium;"><strong></strong></span></p>
<p><strong>Intrigued, she asked. </strong><span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#004080;font-size:large;"><strong><br />
&#8216;How can you tell them apart?&#8217; </strong></span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:small;">! </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#004080;font-size:medium;"><strong>He responded, </strong></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#004080;font-size:large;"><strong><br />
&#8216;3 were on a beer can,</strong></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#004080;font-size:x-small;"><strong> </strong></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#004080;font-size:large;"><strong><br />
2 were on the phone</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:small;"> </span></p>
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		<title>A Beautiful Poem By Rabindranath Tagore</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 08:43:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Saravanan Sellathurai</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[GO NOT TO THE TEMPLE
To  PUT FLOWERS UPON THE FEET OF
GOD,
FIRST FILL YOUR OWN HOUSE
WITH  THE FRAGRANCE OF
LOVE&#8230;.
GO NOT TO THE TEMPLE TO
LIGHT  CANDLES BEFORE THE ALTAR
OF GOD,
FIRST REMOVE THE DARKNESS
OF SIN  FROM YOUR OWN
HEART&#8230;..
GO NOT TO THE TEMPLE TO
BOW DOWN  YOUR HEAD IN
PRAYER,
FIRST LEARN TO BOW IN
HUMILITY  BEFORE YOUR FELLOW
MEN&#8230;..
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>GO NOT TO THE TEMPLE<br />
To  PUT FLOWERS UPON THE FEET OF<br />
GOD,</p>
<p>FIRST FILL YOUR OWN HOUSE<br />
WITH  THE FRAGRANCE OF<br />
LOVE&#8230;.</p>
<p>GO NOT TO THE TEMPLE TO<br />
LIGHT  CANDLES BEFORE THE ALTAR<br />
OF GOD,<br />
FIRST REMOVE THE DARKNESS<br />
OF SIN  FROM YOUR OWN<br />
HEART&#8230;..</p>
<p>GO NOT TO THE TEMPLE TO<br />
BOW DOWN  YOUR HEAD IN<br />
PRAYER,<br />
FIRST LEARN TO BOW IN<br />
HUMILITY  BEFORE YOUR FELLOW<br />
MEN&#8230;..</p>
<p>GO NOT TO THE TEMPLE TO<br />
PRAY  ON BENDED<br />
KNEES,<br />
FIRST BEND DOWN TO LIFT<br />
SOMEONE  WHO IS<br />
DOWNTRODDEN&#8230;..</p>
<p>GO NOT TO THE TEMPLE TO<br />
ASK  FOR FORGIVENESS FOR YOUR<br />
SINS,  FIRST FORGIVE FROM YOUR<br />
HEART  THOSE  WHO HAVE SINNED AGAINST<br />
YOU.</p>
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