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	<title>Expressing Myself</title>
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		<title>From the &#8220;LAND OF LUNGI&#8221;, Gods Own Country</title>
		<link>http://nikhil.kunder.in/blogs/2011/08/18/from-the-land-of-lungi-gods-own-country/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Aug 2011 17:26:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nikhil</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Travelling in a snow white amby With my driver &#038; his name was thampi Said he was a recent gulf retunee ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Another tribute to my Mallu relatives &#8230;.Love you all!!!!</p>
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<p>Travelling in a snow white amby With my driver &amp; his name was thampi Said he was a recent gulf retunee Gave me a soda of brandy Welcome to the land of lungi Everybody here calls it God&#8217;s own country Appam stew &amp; meen curry You better taste I know you like it simply Got stuck in a jam in delhi i was sad bcoz I no malum hindi The cars on the road are so crazy I turn to police said sirjii.. &amp; i come from the land of lungi Goes well with a khadi sanjee Everybody here drive like monkey.. Road is good but traffic here, Excuse me!!! Mammookaaaa&#8230; mamookaaa&#8230; mamookaaaa Met a man in a bar in dubai Thick mustahe having beef curry Said his T shirt was lacoste Big gold chain &amp; misthubushi He come from the land of lungi Everybody here calls it God&#8217;s own country Double stitch and call it kailli.. Wear it white with starch call it dothi I come from the land of lungi Women sweet men are very hairy Lift the cloth show off your one good knee You become very very sexy Welcome to the land of lungi Kappa beef fish molee Weather is hot &amp; food is spicy Better taste i know you like it simply</p>
<p><strong>Land of Lungi official music video:</strong><br />
starring Colin &#8216;Krishna&#8217;, Jamie, Martin, Benjamin Chacko, Julieta , Dominique, Chiara, Antara Chacko, Xan Chacko and Yohan Chacko with guest appearances by Sanil, Bhuvaneshan, Narayanan and Chacko<br />
Shot completely at Mankotta Island, Kerala</p>
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		<title>Tolerance  by E.M. Forster</title>
		<link>http://nikhil.kunder.in/blogs/2011/03/21/tolerance-by-e-m-forster/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Mar 2011 12:08:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nikhil</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Tolerance]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Tolerance , E.M. Forster]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Surely the only sound foundation for a civilization is a sound state of mind. Architects, contractors, international commissioners, marketing boards, broadcasting corporations will never, by themselves, build a new world. They must be inspired by the proper spirit in the people for whom they are working.</p>
<p>What, though, is the proper spirit? There must be a sound state of mind before diplomacy or economics or trade conferences can function. But what state of mind is sound? Here we may be different. Most people, when asked what spiritual quality is needed to rebuild another civilization, will reply &#8220;Love&#8221;. People must love one another, they say, nations must do likewise, and then the series of cataclysms which is threatening to desroy us will be checked.</p>
<p>Respectfully but firmly, I disagree. Love is a great force in private life; it is indeed the greatest of all things. But love in public affairs does not work. It has been tried again and again: by the Christian civilizations of the middle Ages, and also by the French Revolution, a secular movement which reasserted the Brotherhood of Man. And it has always failed. The idea that nations should love one another or that a person in Portugal should love and unknown person in Peru &#8212;it is absurd, unreal, and dangerous. It leads us into perilous and vague sentimentalism. &#8220;Love is what is needed,&#8221; we chant, and then sit back and the world goes on as before. The fact is we can only love what we know personally. And we cannot know much. In public affairs, in the rebuilding of civilization, something much less dramatic and emotional is needed, namely, tolerance. Tolerance is a very dull virtue. It is boring. Unlike love, it has always had bad press. It is negative. It means merely putting up with people, being able to stand things. No one has ever written an ode to tolerance, or raised a statue to her. Yet this is the quality which will most be needed after the war. This is the state of mind we are looking for. This is the only force which will enable different races and classes and interests to settle down together to the work of reconstruction.</p>
<p>The world is full of people&#8212;appallingly full; it has never been so full before, and they are all tumbling over each other. Most of these people one doesn&#8217;t know and some of them one doesn&#8217;t like; doesn&#8217;t like the color of their skins, say, or the shape of their noses, or the way they blow them or don&#8217;t blow them, or the way they talk, or their fondness of jazz or their dislike of jazz, and so on. Well, what is one to do? There are two solutions. One is the Nazi solution. If you don&#8217;t like them, kill them, banish them, segregate them, and strut up an down proclaiming that you are the salt of the earth. The other way is less thrilling, but is on the whole the way of the democracies, and I prefer it. If you don&#8217;t like people, put up with them as well as you can. Don&#8217;t try to love them. You can&#8217;t, and you&#8217;ll only strain yourself. But try to tolerate them. On the basis of that tolerance a civilized future may be built. Certainly I see no other foundation for the postwar world.</p>
<p>For what it will most need is the negative virtues: not being huffy, touchy, irritable, revengeful. I have lost all faith in positive militant ideals; they can so seldom be carried out without thousands of human beings getting maimed or imprisoned. Phrases like &#8220;I will purge this nation,&#8221; &#8220;I will clean up this city,&#8221; terrify and disgust me. They might not have mattered when the world was emptier; they are horrifying now, when one nation is mixed up with another, when one city cannot be organically separated from its neighbors.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t regard tolerance as a great eternally established divine principle, though I might perhaps quote &#8220;In My Father&#8217;s House there are many mansions&#8221; in support of such a view. It&#8217;s just a makeshift, suitable for an overcrowded and overheated planet. It carries on when love gives out, and love generally give out as soon as we move away from our home and our friends, and stand among strangers in the queue for potatoes. Tolerance is wanted in the queue; otherwise we think, &#8220;Why will people be so slow?&#8221; It is wanted in the tube, or &#8220;Why will people be so fat?&#8221; It&#8217;s wanted at the telephone, or &#8220;Why will people be so deaf?&#8221; or conversely, &#8220;Why do they mumble?&#8221; It is wanted in the street, in the office, at the factory, and it is wanted above all between classes, races, religions, and nations. It&#8217;s dull. And yet it entails imagination. For you have all the time to be putting yourself in someone else&#8217;s place. Which is a desirable spiritual exercise.</p>
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		<title>Gardening is good for health</title>
		<link>http://nikhil.kunder.in/blogs/2011/03/19/gardening-is-good-for-health/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2011 03:39:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nikhil</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[London, March 20 (IANS) Tending your garden can make you feel younger and happier, say experts. Gardeners are also more likely to be organised and optimistic than non-gardeners, they said. A regular spot of gardening gives the over-50s more of a “zest for life” than those who don’t have have an inclination for it, express.co.uk [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-544" title="plantation-gardening" src="http://nikhil.kunder.in/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/plantation-gardening-231x300.jpg" alt="" width="231" height="300" />London, March 20 (IANS) Tending your garden can make you feel younger and happier, say experts.</p>
<p>Gardeners are also more likely to be organised and optimistic than non-gardeners, they said.</p>
<p>A regular spot of gardening gives the over-50s more of a “zest for life” than those who don’t have have an inclination for it, express.co.uk reported citing researchers.</p>
<p>Researchers from two universities in Texas analysed about 300 people over 50, dividing them into gardeners and non- gardeners.</p>
<p>They found that 71 percent of gardeners said they did not “feel old” compared with 57 percent of non-gardeners.</p>
<p>The gardeners also felt more energetic, got more exercise and were shown to be more mentally active.</p>
<p>There were also higher scores for “life satisfaction” among gardeners while they were also more likely to eat fresh fruit and vegetables.</p>
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		<title>The Meaning of Life</title>
		<link>http://nikhil.kunder.in/blogs/2010/12/12/the-meaning-of-life/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Dec 2010 06:08:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nikhil</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Thoughts & Quotes]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[The illustrations and the captions are from the book "Be Happy: A Little Book to Help You Live a Happy Life" (2007) by Monica Sheehan. The music is "Cuore di Sabbia" (Sand Heart) by Pasquale Catalano, from the soundtrack of the movie "Mine Vaganti" (2010) (Loose Cannons) directed by Ferzan Ozpetek.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The illustrations and the captions are from the book &#8220;Be Happy: A Little Book to Help You Live a Happy Life&#8221; (2007) by Monica Sheehan. The music is &#8220;Cuore di Sabbia&#8221; (Sand Heart) by Pasquale Catalano, from the soundtrack of the movie &#8220;Mine Vaganti&#8221; (2010) (Loose Cannons) directed by Ferzan Ozpetek.</p>
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<blockquote><p>Be happy<br />
Show up<br />
Follow your heart<br />
Find a new perspective<br />
Have a sense of wonder&#8230;<br />
Find people you love&#8230;<br />
Set goals<br />
Help Others<br />
Dance<br />
Pamper yourself&#8230;<br />
Face your fears&#8230;<br />
Go to a museum<br />
Exercise<br />
Limit television<br />
Get in touch with nature<br />
Lighten up<br />
Get a good night&#8217;s sleep<br />
Read books<br />
Buy yourself flowers<br />
Don&#8217;t compare yourself with others<br />
Don&#8217;t beat yourself up<br />
Be open to new ideas<br />
Don&#8217;t focus on negative thoughts&#8230;<br />
&#8230;Focus on creating what you desire<br />
Make time just to have fun<br />
Keep the romance in your life<br />
Make a gratitude list<br />
Love your Mother Earth<br />
Want what you have<br />
Be true to yourself</p></blockquote>
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		<title>How to start a fight?</title>
		<link>http://nikhil.kunder.in/blogs/2010/10/11/how-to-start-a-fight/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Oct 2010 07:11:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nikhil</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot as a Christmas gift&#8230; The next year, I didn&#8217;t buy her a gift. When she asked me why, I replied, &#8220;Well, you still haven&#8217;t used the gift I bought you last year!&#8221; And that&#8217;s how the fight started&#8230;.. ________________________________ My wife and I were [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery<br />
plot as a Christmas gift&#8230; The next year, I didn&#8217;t buy her a gift.<br />
When she asked me why, I replied, &#8220;Well, you still haven&#8217;t used<br />
the gift I bought you last year!&#8221;<br />
And that&#8217;s how the fight started&#8230;..</p>
<p>________________________________<br />
My wife and I were watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire<br />
while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, &#8216;Do you want<br />
to have Sex?&#8217; &#8216;No,&#8217; she answered. I then said, &#8216;Is that your<br />
final answer?&#8217;<br />
She didn&#8217;t even look at me this time, simply saying, &#8216;Yes..&#8217;<br />
So I said, &#8220;Then I&#8217;d like to phone a friend.&#8221;<br />
And that&#8217;s when the fight started&#8230;<br />
________________________________</p>
<p>I took my wife to a restaurant.The waiter, for some reason,<br />
took my order first. &#8220;I&#8217;ll have the rump steak, rare, please.&#8221;<br />
He said, &#8220;Aren&#8217;t you worried about the mad cow?&#8221;<br />
&#8220;Nah, she can order for herself.&#8221;<br />
And that&#8217;s when the fight started&#8230;..<br />
________________________________</p>
<p>My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school reunion,<br />
and she kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as he<br />
sat alone at a nearby table.<br />
I asked her, &#8220;Do you know him?&#8221;<br />
&#8220;Yes&#8221;, she sighed, &#8220;He&#8217;s my old boyfriend&#8230;. I understand he took<br />
to drinking right after we split up those many years ago and I hear<br />
he hasn&#8217;t been sober since.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;My God!&#8221; I said, &#8220;Who would think a person could go on celebrating<br />
that long?&#8221;<br />
And then the fight started&#8230;<br />
________________________________</p>
<p>When our lawn mower broke and wouldn&#8217;t run, my wife kept hinting to me<br />
that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take<br />
care of first, the shed, the boat, making beer. It was always something more<br />
important to me. Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.<br />
When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily<br />
snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched silently for<br />
a short time and then went into the house.. I was gone only a minute and<br />
when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. I said,<br />
&#8220;When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway.&#8221;<br />
The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.<br />
_______________________________</p>
<p>My wife sat down next to me as I was flipping channels. She asked,<br />
&#8220;What&#8217;s on TV?&#8221; I said, &#8220;Dust.&#8221;<br />
And then the fight started&#8230;<br />
________________________________ </p>
<p>Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch and<br />
slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked up the boat up to the van and<br />
proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. The wind was blowing<br />
50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio and then<br />
I discovered that the weather would be bad all day. I went back into the<br />
house, quietly undressed and slipped back into bed.. I cuddled up to my<br />
wife&#8217;s back, now with a different anticipation and whispered,<br />
&#8220;The weather out there is terrible.&#8221;<br />
My loving wife of 5 years replied, &#8220;And, can you believe my stupid husband<br />
is out fishing in that?&#8221;<br />
And that&#8217;s how the fight started&#8230;<br />
________________________________</p>
<p>My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.<br />
She said, &#8220;I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds .&#8221;<br />
I bought her a bathroom scale.<br />
And then the fight started&#8230;&#8230;<br />
_______________________________</p>
<p>After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security.<br />
The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver&#8217;s License to verify my<br />
age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the<br />
woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.<br />
The woman said, &#8216;Unbutton your shirt&#8217;. So I opened my shirt revealing my curly<br />
silver hair. She said, &#8216;That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me&#8217; and<br />
she processed my Social Security application. When I got home, I excitedly told<br />
my wife about my experience at the Social Security office&#8230; She said,<br />
&#8216;You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too.&#8217;<br />
And then the fight started&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Argumnent : What, Who is GOD?</title>
		<link>http://nikhil.kunder.in/blogs/2010/09/05/argumnent-what-who-is-god/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2010 05:24:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nikhil</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty. 
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<div>An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty.<br />
He asks one of his new students to stand and &#8230;..</p>
<p>Prof: So you believe in God?</p>
<p>Student: Absolutely, sir.</p>
<p>Prof :Is God good?</p></div>
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<div>Student: Sure.</p>
<p>Prof: Is God all-powerful?</p>
<p>Student :Yes..</p>
<p>Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn&#8217;t. How is this God good then? Hmm?<br />
(Student is silent.)</p>
<p>Prof: You can&#8217;t answer, can you? Let&#8217;s start again, young fella. Is God good?</p></div>
</dd>
<dd>
<div>Student: Yes.</p>
<p>Prof: Is Satan good?</p>
<p>Student :No.</p>
<p>Prof:  Where does Satan come from?</p>
<p>Student: From&#8230;.God. ..</p>
<p>Prof:  That&#8217;s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?</p>
<p>Student: Yes.</p>
<p>Prof:  Evil is everywhere, isn&#8217;t it? And God did make everything. Correct?</p>
<p>Student: Yes.</p>
<p>Prof:  So who created evil?<br />
(Student does not answer.)</p>
<p>Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don&#8217;t  they?</p>
<p>Student:  Yes, sir.</p>
<p>Prof: So, who created them?<br />
(Student has no answer.)</p>
<p>Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you.</p>
<p>Tell me, son&#8230;Have you everseen God?</p>
<p>Student:  No, sir.</p>
<p>Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?</p>
<p>Student: No, sir.</p>
<p>Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?</p>
<p>Student: No, sir. I&#8217;m afraid I haven&#8217;t.</p>
<p>Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?</p>
<p>Student: Yes.</p>
<p>Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn&#8217;t exist.  What do you say to that, son?</p>
<p>Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.</p>
<p>Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.</p>
<p>Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?</p>
<p>Prof: Yes.</p>
<p>Student:  And is there such a thing as cold?</p>
<p>Prof: Yes.</p>
<p>Student: No sir. There isn&#8217;t.<br />
(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)</p>
<p>Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat..</p>
<p>But we don&#8217;t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can&#8217;t go any further after that.  There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat . We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir,  just the absence of it .</p>
<p>(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)</p>
<p>Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?</p>
<p>Prof: Yes. What is  night if there isn&#8217;t darkness?</p>
<p>Student : You&#8217;re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright  light, flashing light&#8230;.But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it&#8217;s called darkness, isn&#8217;t it? In reality, darkness isn&#8217;t. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn&#8217;t you?</p>
<p>Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?</p>
<p>Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.</p>
<p>Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?</p>
<p>Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can&#8217;t even explain a thought.. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a  substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me,  Professor.Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?</p>
<p>Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.</p>
<p>Student:  Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?<br />
(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)</p>
<p>Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and  cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher? (The class is in uproar.)</p>
<p>Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor&#8217;s brain?<br />
(The class breaks out into laughter.)</p>
<p>Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor&#8217;s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain,sir.</p>
<p>With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?</p>
<p>(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable. )</p>
<p>Prof: I guess you&#8217;ll have to take them on faith, son.<br />
Student: That is it sir&#8230; The link between man &amp; god is FAITH . That is all that keeps things moving &amp; alive.</p>
<p><strong>NB: This  seems to be a true story, and the student was none other than APJ Abdul Kalam, the former President of India .</strong></div>
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		<title>Being Happy!</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2010 05:37:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Happiest people DO NOT Necessarily have the BEST Things , They simply appreciate the things they have &#8230; Warren Buffet]]></description>
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		<title>An Interesting GENIUS that is  Albert Einstein</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Jul 2010 11:31:50 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Honored by Time magazine as the Man of the Century , Dr. Albert Einstein  life has so many interesting stories &#8230; heres a few &#8230;</p>
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<li>One day during a speaking tour, Albert Einstein&#8217;s driver, who often sat at the back of the hall during his lectures, remarked that he could probably give the lecture himself, having heard it so many times. Sure enough, at the next stop on the tour, Einstein and the driver switched places, with Einstein sitting at the back in his driver&#8217;s uniform.<br />
Having delivered a flawless lecture, the driver was asked a difficult question by a member of the audience. &#8220;Well, the answer to that question is quite simple,&#8221; he casually replied. &#8220;I bet my driver, sitting up at the back there, could answer it&#8230;&#8221;</li>
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<li>Albert Einstein&#8217;s wife often suggested that he dress more professionally when he headed off to work. &#8220;Why should I?&#8221; he would invariably argue. &#8220;Everyone knows me there.&#8221; When the time came for Einstein to attend his first major conference, she begged him to dress up a bit. &#8220;Why should I?&#8221; said Einstein. &#8220;No one knows me there!&#8221;</li>
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<li>Albert Einstein was often asked to explain the general theory of relativity. &#8220;Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour,&#8221; he once declared. &#8220;Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That&#8217;s relativity!&#8221;</li>
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<li>When Albert Einstein was working in Princeton university, one day he was going back home he forgot his home address. The driver of the cab did not recognise him. Einstein asked the driver if he knows Einstein&#8217;s home. The driver said &#8220;Who does not know Einstein&#8217;s address? Everyone in Princeton knows.Do you want to meet him?”. Einstein replied &#8220;I am Einstein. I forgot my home address, can you take me there? &#8220;The driver reached him to his home and did not even collect his fare from him .
<p>Einstein was once traveling from Princeton on a train when the conductor came down the aisle, punching the tickets of every passenger. When he came to Einstein, Einstein reached in his vest pocket. He couldn&#8217;t find his ticket, so he reached in his trouser pockets. It wasn&#8217;t there, so he looked in his briefcase but couldn&#8217;t find it. Then he looked in the seat beside him. He still couldn&#8217;t find it.</p>
<p>The conductor said, &#8216;Dr. Einstein, I know who you are. We all know who you are. I&#8217;m sure you bought a ticket. Don&#8217;t worry about it.&#8217;</p>
<p>Einstein nodded appreciatively. The conductor continued down the aisle punching tickets. As he was ready to move to the next car, he turned around and saw the great physicist down on his hands and knees looking under his seat for his ticket.</p>
<p>The conductor rushed back and said, &#8216;Dr. Einstein, Dr. Einstein, don&#8217;t worry, I know who you are. No problem. You don&#8217;t need a ticket. I&#8217;m sure you bought one.&#8217;</p>
<p>Einstein looked at him and said, &#8216;Young man, I too, know who I am. What I don&#8217;t know is where I&#8217;m going.&#8221;</li>
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		<title>WORDS OF POWER</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2010 06:17:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Napoleon &#8230; &#8220;The world suffers a lot. Not because of the violence of bad people, but because of the silence of good people!&#8221; Michael Paul &#8230; I wrote on the door of heart, &#8220;Please do not enter&#8221; Love came smiling and said: &#8220;Sorry I am an illiterate&#8221; Einstein .. &#8220;I am thankful to all those [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong> Napoleon &#8230;</strong><br />
&#8220;The world suffers a lot. Not because of the violence of bad people, but because of the silence of good people!&#8221;</p>
<p><strong>Michael Paul &#8230;</strong><br />
I wrote on the door of heart, &#8220;Please do not enter&#8221;<br />
Love came smiling and said: &#8220;Sorry I am an illiterate&#8221;</p>
<p><strong>Einstein ..</strong><br />
&#8220;I am thankful to all those who said NO to me<br />
It’s Because of them I did it myself.</p>
<p><strong>Abraham Lincoln &#8230;</strong><br />
&#8220;If friendship is your weakest point then you are the strongest person in the world.&#8221;</p>
<p><strong>Shakespeare &#8230;</strong><br />
&#8220;Laughing Faces Do Not Mean That There Is Absence Of Sorrow!<br />
But It Means That They Have The Ability To Deal With It&#8221;</p>
<p><strong>Shakespeare &#8230;</strong><br />
&#8220;In The Times Of Crisis I Was Not Hurt By The Harsh Words Of  My Enemies,<br />
But By The Silence Of My Friends&#8221;.</p>
<p><strong>Shakespeare &#8230;</strong><br />
&#8220;Never Play With The Feelings Of Others Because You May Win The Game<br />
But You Will Surely Lose The Person For Life Time&#8221;</p>
<p><strong>Shakespeare &#8230;</strong><br />
&#8220;Coin Always Makes Sound But The Currency Notes Are Always Silent.<br />
So When Your Value Increases Keep Yourself Calm Silent&#8221;</p>
<p><strong>William Arthur &#8230;</strong><br />
&#8220;Opportunities Are Like Sunrises, If You Wait Too Long You Can Miss Them&#8221;</p>
<p><strong>Hitler &#8230;</strong><br />
&#8220;When You Are In The Light, Everything Follows You,<br />
But When You Enter Into The Dark, Even Your Own Shadow Doesn’t Follow You&#8221;</p>
<p><strong>Shiv Khera&#8230;</strong><br />
&#8220;If We Are Not Part Of The Solutions, We Are The Big Problems&#8221;<br />
&#8220;Winners Never Do The Different Things,<br />
They Do The Things Differently&#8221;.</p>
<p><strong>John Keats &#8230;</strong><br />
&#8220;It Is Very Easy To Defeat Someone, But It Is Very Hard To Win Someone&#8221;</p>
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		<title>That&#8217;s why all of you are here. Nobody does it alone, Jack. You needed all of them, and they needed you.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 May 2010 07:34:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[From Finale of LOST :- Jack Shephard: Are you real? Christian Shephard: I sure hope so. Yeah, I&#8217;m real. You&#8217;re real. Everything that&#8217;s happened to you is real. All those people in the church, they&#8217;re all real too. Jack Shephard: No. They&#8217;re all&#8230; They&#8217;re all dead. Christian Shephard: Everyone dies sometime, kiddo. Some of them [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3>From Finale of LOST :-</h3>
<p><strong>Jack Shephard:</strong> Are you real?<br />
<strong>Christian Shephard: </strong>I sure hope so. Yeah, I&#8217;m real. You&#8217;re real. Everything that&#8217;s happened to you is real. All those people in the church, they&#8217;re all real too.<br />
<strong>Jack Shephard: </strong>No. They&#8217;re all&#8230; They&#8217;re all dead.<br />
<strong>Christian Shephard:</strong> Everyone dies sometime, kiddo. Some of them before you, some&#8230; long after you.<br />
<strong>Jack Shephard:</strong> But why are they all here now?<br />
<strong>Christian Shephard: </strong>Well, there is no &#8220;now&#8221;, here.<br />
<strong>Jack Shephard: </strong>Where are we, Dad?<br />
<strong>Christian Shephard: </strong>This is a place that you&#8230; that you all made together so that you could fine one another. The most important part of your life was the time that you spent with these people. That&#8217;s why all of you are here. Nobody does it alone, Jack. You needed all of them, and they needed you.<br />
<strong>Jack Shephard: </strong>For what?<br />
<strong>Christian Shephard: </strong>To remember. And to&#8230; let go.<br />
<strong>Jack Shephard:</strong> Kate&#8230; She said we were leaving.<br />
<strong>Christian Shephard: </strong>Not leaving. No. Moving on.<br />
<strong>Jack Shephard: </strong>Where are we going?<br />
<strong>Christian Shephard: </strong>Let&#8217;s go find out.</p>
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