<?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-5006308932472821401</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:06:05.601+05:30</updated><title type='text'>altruistic behaviour</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shruti Poojari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052076301908806955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7VsNC88pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36Rr8LKdd0E/S220/25122007209.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006308932472821401.post-6513453191065411355</id><published>2008-10-02T19:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:49:09.622+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DIFFERENT KINDS OF LOVE.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SOTYUKmtB4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/BKxrxQv7hz0/s1600-h/diff+kinds+of+love.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252560906376513410" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SNT7t08gGvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/oQPzcrIQWTo/s320/dad%27s+son.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006308932472821401-7794533890729569281?l=shrutipoojari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/feeds/7794533890729569281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006308932472821401&amp;postID=7794533890729569281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/7794533890729569281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/7794533890729569281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/2008/09/daddys-son.html' title='DADDY&apos;S SON'/><author><name>Shruti Poojari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052076301908806955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7VsNC88pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36Rr8LKdd0E/S220/25122007209.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SNT7t08gGvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/oQPzcrIQWTo/s72-c/dad%27s+son.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006308932472821401.post-3184620903415469648</id><published>2008-09-20T19:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:02:56.902+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MAMMA I DONT WANNA GO 2 SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SNT7e-mQsLI/AAAAAAAAACI/XmHT7E-Qivk/s1600-h/skool....bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248095975411593394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SNT7e-mQsLI/AAAAAAAAACI/XmHT7E-Qivk/s320/skool....bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006308932472821401-3184620903415469648?l=shrutipoojari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/feeds/3184620903415469648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006308932472821401&amp;postID=3184620903415469648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/3184620903415469648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/3184620903415469648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/2008/09/mamma-i-dont-wanna-go-2-school.html' title='MAMMA I DONT WANNA GO 2 SCHOOL'/><author><name>Shruti Poojari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052076301908806955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7VsNC88pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36Rr8LKdd0E/S220/25122007209.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SNT7e-mQsLI/AAAAAAAAACI/XmHT7E-Qivk/s72-c/skool....bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006308932472821401.post-4385646662273772008</id><published>2008-09-20T18:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:01:19.272+05:30</updated><title type='text'>OHH BABY DONT CRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SNT6_ITreJI/AAAAAAAAACA/ukSYRWlBECs/s1600-h/so+sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248095428262197394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SNT6_ITreJI/AAAAAAAAACA/ukSYRWlBECs/s320/so+sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006308932472821401-4385646662273772008?l=shrutipoojari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/feeds/4385646662273772008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006308932472821401&amp;postID=4385646662273772008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/4385646662273772008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/4385646662273772008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/2008/09/ohh-baby-dont-cry.html' title='OHH BABY DONT CRY'/><author><name>Shruti Poojari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052076301908806955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7VsNC88pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36Rr8LKdd0E/S220/25122007209.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SNT6_ITreJI/AAAAAAAAACA/ukSYRWlBECs/s72-c/so+sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006308932472821401.post-3910122098185273478</id><published>2008-09-20T18:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:59:37.008+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PUT ME DOWN!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SNT6t2M2XBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SNQPuN6wGt8/s1600-h/put+me+down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248095131343936530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SNT6t2M2XBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SNQPuN6wGt8/s320/put+me+down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006308932472821401-3910122098185273478?l=shrutipoojari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/feeds/3910122098185273478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006308932472821401&amp;postID=3910122098185273478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/3910122098185273478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/3910122098185273478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/2008/09/put-me-down.html' title='PUT ME DOWN!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shruti Poojari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052076301908806955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7VsNC88pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36Rr8LKdd0E/S220/25122007209.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SNT6t2M2XBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SNQPuN6wGt8/s72-c/put+me+down.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006308932472821401.post-7661864029058101988</id><published>2008-09-20T18:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:28:13.095+05:30</updated><title type='text'>what a melon!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SNTzWXi-EfI/AAAAAAAAABw/P7V6gXVn-iA/s1600-h/what+a+melo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248087031396831730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SNTzWXi-EfI/AAAAAAAAABw/P7V6gXVn-iA/s320/what+a+melo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006308932472821401-7661864029058101988?l=shrutipoojari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/feeds/7661864029058101988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006308932472821401&amp;postID=7661864029058101988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/7661864029058101988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/7661864029058101988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-melon.html' title='what a melon!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shruti Poojari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052076301908806955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7VsNC88pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36Rr8LKdd0E/S220/25122007209.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SNTzWXi-EfI/AAAAAAAAABw/P7V6gXVn-iA/s72-c/what+a+melo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006308932472821401.post-9170230445345440628</id><published>2008-09-11T16:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:31:24.210+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PROMISE</title><content type='html'>If I had to promise you something, what would it be ?&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise that you'd always be comfortable&lt;br /&gt;Because comfort brings boredom &amp;amp; discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise that all your desires will be fulfilled…&lt;br /&gt;Because desires whether fulfilled or unfulfilled bring frustration.&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise that there will always be good times…&lt;br /&gt;Because it is the tough times that make us appreciate joy.&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise that you will be rich or famous or powerful…..&lt;br /&gt;Because they can all be a pathway to misery.&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise that we will always be together…&lt;br /&gt;Because it is separation that makes togetherness so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, if you are willing to walk with me,&lt;br /&gt;If you are willing to value love over everything else&lt;br /&gt;I promise that this will be the richest &amp;amp; most fulfilling life possible.&lt;br /&gt;I promise your life will be an eternal celebration,&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will cherish you more than a king cherishes his crown.&lt;br /&gt;And I shall love you more than a mother loves her newborn.&lt;br /&gt;If you are willing to walk into my arms,&lt;br /&gt;If you are willing to live in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;You will find the one you have waited for, forever…&lt;br /&gt;You will meet yourself in my arms….&lt;br /&gt;I promise….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sri Sri Ravi Shankar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So amazing, isn't it!&lt;br /&gt;Any time you feel low, just remember His promise…&lt;br /&gt;Jai Gurudev!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006308932472821401-9170230445345440628?l=shrutipoojari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/feeds/9170230445345440628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006308932472821401&amp;postID=9170230445345440628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/9170230445345440628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/9170230445345440628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/2008/09/promise.html' title='PROMISE'/><author><name>Shruti Poojari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052076301908806955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7VsNC88pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36Rr8LKdd0E/S220/25122007209.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006308932472821401.post-456731926892390628</id><published>2008-09-11T10:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:40:53.858+05:30</updated><title type='text'>START LIVING!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>THIS POST WAS POSTED BY  BAU ON HIS BLOG......I SIMPLY CUDNT RESIST COPYING IT.....SO THAT MY NON-AOL FRNDS CAN GET THIS WONDERFUL KNOWLEDGE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do we all need someone in our life to make us feel happy? cant we be happy all by ourselves ? i mean its not necessary that everyone finds the right person so does it mean that he/she should wait for that person to come in our lives and make us feel happy or can we be happy in the absence of anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:                 As long as you have Guruji in your life, you don’t really need anyone else :). However, if you have another person in your life, who shares the same love that you do for Guruji, for the Knowledge, for Seva, Sadhana and Satsang, then both of you can pull each other up and such a relationship can be an asset for you, and the other person.&lt;br /&gt;                    People who need people for their happiness become like parasites to each other. Possessiveness, guilt, anger follow very quickly and annihilate whatever love that might have been there. You can’t stay alone by yourself and be happy, you are bored... So you go out and bore some others... Don’t feel too bad, even they are the same... Majority of the people are like that: disturbed, bored, not at peace and not comfortable with themselves. And they want to inflict their company on others who are more or less in the same boat... This sadness we term as society!&lt;br /&gt;                    You need to be whole and complete by yourself. And the other person needs to be the same too... Actually, there's nothing to do except have the realization that you already are indeed whole and complete... Then you don’t need each other to have a fulfilling life experience, but, if you are together, then you complement each other and true enchantment happens!&lt;br /&gt;                    Instead of having the usual check list for your “perfect” person... Start making yourself eligible for that person! See what are the things you need to be, so that you can become a “perfect” match for someone else :)And you will see that that person will magically appear for you! This “right” person may already be there for you in your life...When the Guru steps into your life... Things change... Wisdom, Love, Peace and Happiness dawn. At last you are utterly comfortable being you! And like a brilliant light, you bring life and brightness wherever you go... Finally you stop asking the question What about me? What about me?You become eligible for truly satisfying, wonderful relationships.&lt;br /&gt;                   You start Living !&lt;br /&gt;                   Jai Gurudeva!&lt;br /&gt;                   love bawa &lt;a title="Edit Post" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=5750410226337473169&amp;amp;postID=8051356987860563377"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="timestamp-link" title="permanent link" href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/submit?url=http://bawandinesh.blogspot.com/2008/09/start-living.html&amp;amp;title=Start"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006308932472821401-456731926892390628?l=shrutipoojari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/feeds/456731926892390628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006308932472821401&amp;postID=456731926892390628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/456731926892390628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/456731926892390628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/2008/09/start-living.html' title='START LIVING!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shruti Poojari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052076301908806955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7VsNC88pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36Rr8LKdd0E/S220/25122007209.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006308932472821401.post-719664962516657272</id><published>2008-09-01T16:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:23:50.416+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FUNNY T-SHIRTS.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SLvJep2ITYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/63f_qsfm7LM/s1600-h/funny+tshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241004119841852802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SLvJep2ITYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/63f_qsfm7LM/s320/funny+tshirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241004249081014866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SLvJmLTJalI/AAAAAAAAABY/JofzaEius2g/s320/funnies6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006308932472821401-719664962516657272?l=shrutipoojari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/feeds/719664962516657272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006308932472821401&amp;postID=719664962516657272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/719664962516657272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/719664962516657272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny-t-shirts.html' title='FUNNY T-SHIRTS.....'/><author><name>Shruti Poojari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052076301908806955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7VsNC88pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36Rr8LKdd0E/S220/25122007209.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SLvJep2ITYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/63f_qsfm7LM/s72-c/funny+tshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006308932472821401.post-8897000486782076294</id><published>2008-08-31T19:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:11:08.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>The Hormone Hostage knows that there are days in the month when all a man has to do is open his mouth and he takes his life in his own hands!This is a handy guide that should be as common as a driver's license in the wallet of every husband, boyfriend, or significant other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANGEROUS: What's for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;SAFER: Can I help you with dinner?&lt;br /&gt;SAFEST: Where would you like to go for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;ULTRA SAFE: Have some chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANGEROUS: Are you wearing that?&lt;br /&gt;SAFER: Wow, you look good in brown.&lt;br /&gt;SAFEST: WOW! Look at you!&lt;br /&gt;ULTRA SAFE: Have some chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANGEROUS: What are you so worked up about?&lt;br /&gt;SAFER: Could we be over reacting?&lt;br /&gt;SAFEST: Here's my paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;ULTRA SAFE: Have some chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANGEROUS: Should you be eating that?&lt;br /&gt;SAFER: You know, there are a lot of apples left.&lt;br /&gt;SAFEST: Can I get you a glass of wine with that?&lt;br /&gt;ULTRA SAFE: Have some chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANGEROUS: What did you do all day?&lt;br /&gt;SAFER: I hope you didn't over-do it today&lt;br /&gt;SAFEST: I've always loved you in that robe!&lt;br /&gt;ULTRA SAFE: Have some more chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Things PMS Stands For&lt;br /&gt;1. Pass My Shotgun&lt;br /&gt;2. Psychotic Mood Shift&lt;br /&gt;3. Perpetual Munching Spree&lt;br /&gt;4. Puffy Mid-Section&lt;br /&gt;5. People Make me Sick&lt;br /&gt;6. Provide Me with Sweets&lt;br /&gt;7. Pardon My Sobbing&lt;br /&gt;8. Pimples May Surface&lt;br /&gt;9. Pass My Sweat pants&lt;br /&gt;10. Pissy Mood Syndrome&lt;br /&gt;11. Plainly; Men Suck&lt;br /&gt;12. Pack My Stuff&lt;br /&gt;13. Potential Murder Suspect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006308932472821401-8897000486782076294?l=shrutipoojari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/feeds/8897000486782076294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006308932472821401&amp;postID=8897000486782076294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/8897000486782076294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/8897000486782076294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/2008/08/pms.html' title='PMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shruti Poojari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052076301908806955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7VsNC88pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36Rr8LKdd0E/S220/25122007209.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006308932472821401.post-67085905757471204</id><published>2008-08-31T18:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:59:32.633+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IF DADS RAISED THE KIDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SLqb3mFacdI/AAAAAAAAABI/1aHe7XLF9qs/s1600-h/dad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240672495817355730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 439px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="250" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SLqb3mFacdI/AAAAAAAAABI/1aHe7XLF9qs/s320/dad1.jpg" width="482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006308932472821401-67085905757471204?l=shrutipoojari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/feeds/67085905757471204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006308932472821401&amp;postID=67085905757471204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/67085905757471204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/67085905757471204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-if-dads-raised-kids.html' title='WHAT IF DADS RAISED THE KIDS'/><author><name>Shruti Poojari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052076301908806955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7VsNC88pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36Rr8LKdd0E/S220/25122007209.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SLqb3mFacdI/AAAAAAAAABI/1aHe7XLF9qs/s72-c/dad1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006308932472821401.post-6670730899850245524</id><published>2008-08-31T18:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:51:14.103+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DOCTORS EMBARRASSING MOMENTS!!!!</title><content type='html'>A man comes into the ER and yells, "My wife's going to have her baby in the cab!" I grabbed my stuff, rushed out to the cab, lifted the lady's --Dress, and began to take off her underwear. Suddenly I noticed that there were several cabs, and I was in the wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;--Dr. Mark MacDonald, San Antonio, TX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was caring for a woman from Kentucky and asked, So, how's your breakfast this morning?" It's very good, except for the Kentucky Jelly I can't seem to get used to the taste," the patient replied. I then asked to see the jelly and the woman produced a foil packet labeled "KY Jelly."&lt;br /&gt;--Dr. Leonard Kransdorf, Detroit, MI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006308932472821401-6670730899850245524?l=shrutipoojari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/feeds/6670730899850245524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006308932472821401&amp;postID=6670730899850245524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/6670730899850245524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/6670730899850245524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/2008/08/doctors-embarrassing-moments.html' title='DOCTORS EMBARRASSING MOMENTS!!!!'/><author><name>Shruti Poojari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052076301908806955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7VsNC88pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36Rr8LKdd0E/S220/25122007209.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006308932472821401.post-9039779379412422785</id><published>2008-08-31T18:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:38:51.562+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FACTS ON FARTS</title><content type='html'>By BRENNA LORENZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heptune.com/farts.html"&gt;http://www.heptune.com/farts.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006308932472821401-9039779379412422785?l=shrutipoojari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/feeds/9039779379412422785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006308932472821401&amp;postID=9039779379412422785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/9039779379412422785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/9039779379412422785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/2008/08/facts-on-farts.html' title='FACTS ON FARTS'/><author><name>Shruti Poojari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052076301908806955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7VsNC88pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36Rr8LKdd0E/S220/25122007209.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006308932472821401.post-6980041297177466097</id><published>2008-08-31T17:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:00:36.159+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO ARGUE WITH GUYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Step 1.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hide the remote.&lt;/span&gt; Guys hate having to pay attention and think about things. It’s much more comfortable for them to sweep things under the rug, and you know that is generally as close to a broom as they get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 2.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pretend to compromise.&lt;/span&gt; Guys generally don’t think too far in advance. Their attention span is short, so it’s easy to get them to think that you’ve capitulated when you’ve actually got them to do what you want by massaging their egos. Remember: The man is the head of the household, but the woman is the neck, and the neck can turn the head any way she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 3.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dig up ancient history.&lt;/span&gt; Don’t forget to bring up all of the things he’s done that’s even remotely similar to whatever is pissing you off today. This is one of the things guys tell each other women do all the time. Why disappoint them? Especially since you probably have years worth of stuff to throw back up…even though you’ve only been together for about a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 4.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Use Strategy.&lt;/span&gt; Plan all arguments around major sporting events. Always plan to make your point about a minute before the game. He will give in to all demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 5.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Don’t let him interrupt you.&lt;/span&gt; Talk louder if you have to. Yell if you have to. Combine this with step 3 to totally frustrate him and shut him up. Without the remote (see step 1) he won’t know what to do. If you’re lucky he’ll leave in frustration and you’ll be able to watch Desperate Housewives in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 6.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take a cheap shot.&lt;/span&gt; Make some sort of reference to his mother. Call him a "Mama’s boy". Mention "Apron strings". Guys hate any reference to being attached to their mothers. It flips some sort of switch that turns them into 12 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 7.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have Patience.&lt;/span&gt; If the argument escalates, cut off all communication with him. This drives guys nuts because they think that you’re the one dying to talk to them. If you do answer, answer by using a really happy voice saying "Hi (some other guys name)", and when he says it's him, change your tone to disappointment. They hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 8.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Compare his technique with your ex-boyfriends.&lt;/span&gt; It throws him off his game. He’ll be consumed with thinking back on what he’s doing that is wrong, which will enable you to move in for the kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 9.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Be vague.&lt;/span&gt; Let him know you are angry, but when he asks why just tell him "You know why!" or “If I have to tell you…” He is guilty of at least a dozen infractions at any given time and this will throw him off as he tries to figure out the exact thing you’re referring to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 10.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If you find yourself cornered, cry. It automatically puts him on the defensive. Accuse him of being mean and hurting your feelings. When combined with step 7, you may be able to get him to fetch things for you for days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006308932472821401-6980041297177466097?l=shrutipoojari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/feeds/6980041297177466097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006308932472821401&amp;postID=6980041297177466097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/6980041297177466097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/6980041297177466097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-argue-with-guys.html' title='HOW TO ARGUE WITH GUYS'/><author><name>Shruti Poojari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052076301908806955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7VsNC88pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36Rr8LKdd0E/S220/25122007209.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006308932472821401.post-6417178789611927818</id><published>2008-08-29T20:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:16:20.338+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CAPTION THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SLgLrHbzRsI/AAAAAAAAABA/ToshdUQ-K98/s1600-h/wat+frnds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239951001803507394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SLgLrHbzRsI/AAAAAAAAABA/ToshdUQ-K98/s320/wat+frnds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wat kindaa frnds she has got????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006308932472821401-6417178789611927818?l=shrutipoojari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/feeds/6417178789611927818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006308932472821401&amp;postID=6417178789611927818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/6417178789611927818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/6417178789611927818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/2008/08/caption-this.html' title='CAPTION THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shruti Poojari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052076301908806955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7VsNC88pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36Rr8LKdd0E/S220/25122007209.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SLgLrHbzRsI/AAAAAAAAABA/ToshdUQ-K98/s72-c/wat+frnds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006308932472821401.post-8850240554339941867</id><published>2008-08-29T19:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:23:13.856+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO IMPRESS.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOW TO IMPRESS A WOMAN:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine her,&lt;br /&gt;Dine her,&lt;br /&gt;Call her,&lt;br /&gt;Hug her,&lt;br /&gt;Hold her,&lt;br /&gt;Surprise her,&lt;br /&gt;Compliment her,&lt;br /&gt;Smile at her,&lt;br /&gt;Laugh with her,&lt;br /&gt;Cry with her,&lt;br /&gt;Cuddle with her,&lt;br /&gt;Shop with her,&lt;br /&gt;Give her jewelry,&lt;br /&gt;Buy her flowers,&lt;br /&gt;Hold her hand,&lt;br /&gt;Write love letters to her,&lt;br /&gt;Go to the end of the earth and back again for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOW TO IMPRESS A MAN:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show up naked,&lt;br /&gt;Bring beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006308932472821401-8850240554339941867?l=shrutipoojari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/feeds/8850240554339941867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006308932472821401&amp;postID=8850240554339941867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/8850240554339941867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/8850240554339941867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-impress.html' title='HOW TO IMPRESS.....'/><author><name>Shruti Poojari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052076301908806955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7VsNC88pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36Rr8LKdd0E/S220/25122007209.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006308932472821401.post-3209008921480934380</id><published>2008-08-29T18:26:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:29:39.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bad Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SLfykq3vpBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bDRhp-XZMIw/s1600-h/bad+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239923403266171922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SLfykq3vpBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bDRhp-XZMIw/s320/bad+dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006308932472821401-3209008921480934380?l=shrutipoojari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/feeds/3209008921480934380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006308932472821401&amp;postID=3209008921480934380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/3209008921480934380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/3209008921480934380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-dad.html' title='Bad Dad'/><author><name>Shruti Poojari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052076301908806955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7VsNC88pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36Rr8LKdd0E/S220/25122007209.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SLfykq3vpBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bDRhp-XZMIw/s72-c/bad+dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006308932472821401.post-745799448163481159</id><published>2008-08-16T08:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-16T09:03:20.450+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mission Green Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Art of living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has come up with a project called d &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Mission Green Earth'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; starting on 15th aug 2008..as v all kno abt how much v r being affected by d global warming,so dis project has been started 4 global cooling..dis project is not just about planting a tree but...but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;adopting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1...bringing up d tree jus as ur little one...&lt;br /&gt;all u ppl reading dis article..pls adopt a tree,or a plant...u r so fortunate dat u hav got a chance 2 do something 4 r earth..r motherland..its infact 4 r living..r future generations...&lt;br /&gt;there's one more interesting thing u can do..adopt a tree/plant nd post its picture on &lt;a href="http://www.standuptakeactionaolun.com/"&gt;http://www.standuptakeactionaolun.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can post as many  pictures as u want..for eg: 1 day old or 1month old or 1yr old..as ur tree is growing ,u can click its pictures nd upload..&lt;br /&gt;u can even name ur tree nd give it.. ur surname..for eg: i name my plant TEASHA POOJARI..&lt;br /&gt;isnt it amazing???i feel on top of d world that i hav got a chance 2 do something 4 my land..so jus do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as sri sri ravi shankar says: d gud always sit nd think,d bad jus do it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now v gud ppl hav 2&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; do it....jus do it....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006308932472821401-745799448163481159?l=shrutipoojari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/feeds/745799448163481159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006308932472821401&amp;postID=745799448163481159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/745799448163481159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/745799448163481159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/2008/08/mission-green-earth.html' title='Mission Green Earth'/><author><name>Shruti Poojari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052076301908806955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7VsNC88pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36Rr8LKdd0E/S220/25122007209.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006308932472821401.post-6042681438831276417</id><published>2008-07-29T17:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:32:06.195+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Economics of love</title><content type='html'>"In love, the data is even clearer. Stay with high-quality human beings. And once you find that you are in a junk relationship, sell immediately. Junk situations can look appealing and seductive, but junk is junk. Be wary of it unless you control the market." --- Ben Stein in the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/13/business/13every.html?em&amp;amp;ex=1216267200&amp;amp;en=ff5eb790af565bed&amp;amp;ei=5087%0A"&gt;NY Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006308932472821401-6042681438831276417?l=shrutipoojari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/feeds/6042681438831276417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006308932472821401&amp;postID=6042681438831276417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/6042681438831276417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/6042681438831276417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/2008/07/economics-of-love.html' title='Economics of love'/><author><name>Shruti Poojari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052076301908806955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7VsNC88pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36Rr8LKdd0E/S220/25122007209.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006308932472821401.post-6132429604438573281</id><published>2008-07-29T16:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:12:34.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Miracles-I rely on it</title><content type='html'>it was 21st july,afternoon 1.30..v were playing football with dinesh bhaiya at d banglore ashram..den v realized its time 2 leave as v have 2 board d coimbatore express 4m banglore city at 3.25pm..v were 30 of us..v had hired a bus which wud drop us 2 d stn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes 2hrs 4m d ashram 2 reach d stn..d bus had not arrived til 2.15pm..finally waiting 4 d bus,nd calling d bus driver in evry 2mins,it arrived at 2.45pm..v told d driver dat v hav 2 reach blore city(stn)by 3.25pm..he said ok nd v got into d bus..my other frnds were very tensed but i was very calm nd relaxed,wid a +ve attitude telling myself dat d train wud b late..v all started chanting 'om namah shivaya'..as d clock struck 3.25pm,v hadnt reach d stn,v called up d station executive asking him whether d train has arrived..he told us dat d train has already arrived nd is waiting..v all got nervous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as it was impossible 2 get into d train,v told d driver 2 take us 2 d next stn i.e banglore contentment..but der was a lady along wid us in d bus,she wanted 2 get down at blore city nd she requested d driver 2 stop d bus at blore city 4 jus 2mins..and d driver agreed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it had past 3.35pm nd d driver brought us 2 blore city..as d lady was getting down,v all saw a train standing on platform no 1..so v asked 2 guys 2 check out which train is dat..dey went running nd returned back yelling nd shouting "its coimbatore express.get out of d bus nd board d train"..v all got down nd took r luggages nd started running towards d train..v all got into d train, throwing our bags into d train..as d las person of r group got into d train,d train started..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228397344826403922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7_rxL5LFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wKnes7YJsyM/s320/train.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v all were in a state of surprise..v took r luggages nd came 2 our bogie nd helped ourselves..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as v were settled,a lady came 2 us nd told us dat..she's travelling wid her mother nd a 3yr old daughter..her daughter had got lost on d platform,nd her mother had pulled d chain of d train..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dis was how...v all 30 of us got into d train..nd d little girl was also found..v were so happy...dis is d 1st nd d biggest miracle i hav seen in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...:):):):))))))))))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006308932472821401-6132429604438573281?l=shrutipoojari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/feeds/6132429604438573281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006308932472821401&amp;postID=6132429604438573281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/6132429604438573281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/6132429604438573281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/2008/07/miracles-i-rely-on-it.html' title='Miracles-I rely on it'/><author><name>Shruti Poojari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052076301908806955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7VsNC88pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36Rr8LKdd0E/S220/25122007209.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7_rxL5LFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wKnes7YJsyM/s72-c/train.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006308932472821401.post-7691969327753860124</id><published>2008-07-29T14:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:41:33.122+05:30</updated><title type='text'>my experience after d 1st advance(yes++)course (16th-20thjuly) at blore</title><content type='html'>cant understand 4m where 2 start..it was a wonderful experience..i jus cant stop smiling after my 1st course..i wud rather say that m flying in d air..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i returned 2 mumbai on 22nd july..but returned back only physically..my mental state of being is still in blore..jus don wanna get bac..nd m very happy 2 b in dis state of mind:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanx a ton 2 my senior teachers -dinesh bhaiya nd bawa and thanq GURUJI&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228366646793142786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7jw6GbAgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Up8zrtTOiLg/s320/20072008353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228366649098461586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7jxCsDYZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5RTxZP9MMX0/s320/20072008356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;its bcoz of dem nd guruji,i hav learnt 2 prioritize in my life..i use 2 always take my parents 4 granted,but on d 1st day of my course,i realized how much i love my parents nd promised nevr 2 disobey them..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dis is d 1st time in my life,i hav stayed away 4m my parents..my father who has nevr permitted me 2 stay at a frnds place ,who stays just a building away,permitted me 2 go nd do dis course..it was shocking..evrything went on place nd on d right track..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;during the entire course,guruji wasnt there physically..but i cud feel his presence every second..on gurupoornima ie on 18th july,HE surprised us by speaking 2 us online..wen HE wanted 2 log off,v all jus dint want HIM 2 go..nd my bad luck,i was on silence dat day,nd cudnt evn yell "guruji pls dont go"..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but dose special moments dont have words 2 b expressed........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006308932472821401-7691969327753860124?l=shrutipoojari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/feeds/7691969327753860124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006308932472821401&amp;postID=7691969327753860124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/7691969327753860124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006308932472821401/posts/default/7691969327753860124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrutipoojari.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-experience-after-d-1st.html' title='my experience after d 1st advance(yes++)course (16th-20thjuly) at blore'/><author><name>Shruti Poojari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052076301908806955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7VsNC88pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36Rr8LKdd0E/S220/25122007209.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEHgw_uw8DI/SI7jw6GbAgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Up8zrtTOiLg/s72-c/20072008353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
