<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of chaitali rai</title><link>http://kholapakhi.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of chaitali rai</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>RELATIONSHIP</title><description><![CDATA[<P><STRONG><FONT color=#ff007f size=6>Quite interesting story. Check it out. I received it from a friend.<BR><BR>My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. <BR><BR><BR>Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now ransformed into the cause of all my restlessness. <BR><BR><BR>I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. <BR><BR>One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. <BR><BR><BR>"Why?" he asked, shocked. <BR>"I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I <BR>answered. <BR>He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. <BR>My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?" <BR><BR><BR>Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is <!--sc-ript><!--D(["mb","\u003cbr\u003e\nthe question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let\u0026#39;s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?\u0026quot; \u003cbr\u003e\nHe said :\u0026quot; I will give you your answer tomorrow....\u0026quot; \u003cbr\u003e\nMy hopes just sank by listening to his response.\u003cbr\u003e\n  \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n  \u003cbr\u003e\n  \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes.... \u003cbr\u003e\nMy dear, \u0026quot;I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further..\u0026quot; \u003cbr\u003e\nThis first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. \u003cbr\u003e\n  \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n  \u003cbr\u003e\n  \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n \u0026quot;When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your \u0026quot;good friend\u0026quot; approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. \u003cbr\u003e\n  \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n  \u003cbr\u003e\n  \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face... \u003cbr\u003e\nThus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. \u0026quot; ",1]);//--></SC-RIPT--><BR>the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?" <BR>He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow...." <BR>My hopes just sank by listening to his response.<BR><BR><BR>I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes.... <BR>My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.." <BR>This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. <BR><BR>"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. <BR><BR><BR>You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face... <BR>Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. " <!--sc-ript><!--D(["mb","\u003cbr\u003e\n  \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n  \u003cbr\u003e\n  \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and as I continue on reading... \u0026quot;Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk... I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread.... \u003cbr\u003e\n  \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n  \u003cbr\u003e\n  \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone... \u003cbr\u003e\n  \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n That\u0026#39;s life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness. \u003cbr\u003e\n  \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n  \u003cbr\u003e\n  \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that\u0026#39;s our life... Love, not words win arguments... \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n \u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\n          \u003c/div\u003e \n    \u003cdiv\u003e\n      \u003cdiv\u003e\n        \u003ca href\u003d\"#11b45c5f7480e586_toc\"\u003e\n          Back to top        \u003c/a\u003e\n      \u003c/div\u003e                         \u003ca href\u003d\"mailto:prasad.aithal@gmail.com?Subject\u003dRe%3AFw%3A%20Good%20One\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\u003e\n            Reply to \u003cspan\u003esender\u003c/span\u003e\n          \u003c/a\u003e |\n          \u003ca href\u003d\"mailto:USBrahmins@yahoogroups.com?Subject\u003d+Re%3AFw%3A%20Good%20One\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\u003e\n            Reply to \u003cspan\u003egroup\u003c/span\u003e\n          \u003c/a\u003e |\n          \u003ca href\u003d\"http://groups.yahoo.com/group/USBrahmins/post;_ylc\u003dX3oDMTJyMzBrM2wxBF9TAzk3MzU5NzE1BGdycElkAzEzMTUxMTkxBGdycHNwSWQDMTcwNTA3NTk5MQRtc2dJZAM1MTExBHNlYwNkbXNnBHNsawNycGx5BHN0aW1lAzEyMTY2NDYzMzU-?act\u003dreply\u0026amp;messageNum\u003d5111\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\u003e",1]);//--></SC-RIPT--><BR><BR><BR>My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and as I continue on reading... "Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk... I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread.... <BR><BR>Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone... <BR><BR><BR><BR>That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness. <BR><BR><BR>Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life... Love, not words win arguments... </FONT></STRONG></P>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 10:54:57 +0530</pubDate><link>http://kholapakhi.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/25/RELATIONSHIP-1.html</link></item><item><title></title><description><![CDATA[<P>      <FONT size=4>                </FONT><FONT size=4><FONT color=#ff0000> Modern Panchtantra Story [ IT HUMOR ] <BR></FONT>           </FONT><FONT color=#000066 size=4> Once upon a time , there was a software engineer who used to develop programs on his <BR>            Pentium machine, sitting under a tree on the banks of a river. He  used to earn his bread by selling those programs in the Sunday  market. </FONT></P><P><FONT color=#000066><FONT size=4>            One day, while he was working, his machine tumbled off the table and <BR>            fell in the river. Encouraged by the Panchatantra story of his <BR>            childhood   (<FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #339999"> <FONT color=#000000>the woodcutter and the axe </FONT></FONT></FONT><FONT size=4><FONT color=#000000>) <BR></FONT>            He started praying to the River Goddess. The River Goddess wanted to <BR>            test him and so appeared only after one month of rigorous prayers. <BR>            The engineer told her that he had lost his computer in the river. <BR>            As usual, the Goddess wanted to test his honesty. She showed him a <BR>            match box and asked, " <BR>            Is this your computer ?<BR>            " Disappointed by the Goddess' lack of computer awareness, the <BR>            engineer replied, " No."</FONT></FONT></P><P><FONT color=#000066 size=4>            She next showed him a pocket-sized calculator and asked if that was <BR>            his. <BR>            Annoyed, the engineer said "<BR>            No, not at all !!" </FONT></P><P><FONT color=#000066 size=4>            Finally, she came up with his own Pentium machine and asked if it <BR>            was his.<BR>            The engineer, left with no option, sighed and said "Yes."</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#000066 size=4>            The River Goddess was happy with his honesty. She was about to give <BR>            him all three items, but before she could make the offer, the <BR>            engineer asked her, "Don't you know that you're supposed to show me <BR>            some better computers before bringing up my own ?"</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#000066 size=4>            The River Goddess, angered at this, replied, "I know that, you <BR>            stupid donkey! The first two things I showed you were the <BR>            Trillennium and the Billennium, the latest computers from IBM !". So <BR>            saying, she disappeared with the Pentium!! </FONT></P><P><FONT color=#000066 size=4>            ******** <BR>          </FONT><FONT color=#990000 size=4>  Moral: If you're not up-to-date with technology trends, it's better <BR>            to keep your mouth shut and let people think you're a genius than to <BR>            open your mouth and remove all doubt.</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#990000 size=4></FONT> </P><P><BR> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 22:18:41 +0530</pubDate><link>http://kholapakhi.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/04/25/nbsp.html</link></item><item><title></title><description><![CDATA[<P>                                  <STRONG> PRICELESS WORDS</STRONG></P><P>         <FONT color=#333399>  A husband wakes up at home with a huge hangover. <BR>            He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees <BR>            is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. <BR>            He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and <BR>            pressed. He looks around the room and sees that <BR>            it is in perfect order, spotless, clean. So is the rest of the <BR>            house. He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table. <BR>            "Honey, breakfast is on the table, I left early to go grocery <BR>            shopping. Love You!" </FONT></P><P><FONT color=#333399>            Totally shocked with the note , he goes to the kitchen and <BR>            sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. <BR>            His son is also at the table, eating. He asks, "Son, what happened <BR>            last night?" His son says, "Well, you came home around 3 AM, drunk and delirious. Broke some crockery, puked in the hall, and gave yourself a black eye  when you stumbled into the door". Confused, the man asks,  "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?  I should expect a big quarrel with her!" <BR>         </FONT><FONT color=#333399>His son replies, "Oh, that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, <BR>            and when she tried to take your clothes n shoes off, <BR>            you said,  "LADY LEAVE ME ALONE! I'M MARRIED!" <BR></FONT>            <STRONG>Moral :<BR></STRONG>           <FONT color=#cc0000> Self-induced hangover - $ 400.00 <BR>            Broken crockery - $ 800.00 <BR>            Breakfast - $ 10.00 <BR>            Saying the Right Thing While Drunk  "PRICELESS " </FONT></P><P><FONT color=#cc0000>  </FONT><FONT color=#003333>T<STRONG>here are truly some things that both money and Mastercard  can't buy.............</STRONG></FONT></P>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 21:00:30 +0530</pubDate><link>http://kholapakhi.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/04/11/nbsp.html</link></item><item><title>ONLINE FRIENDS</title><description><![CDATA[<P><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#000066>What would life be with out friends like you<BR>I'll tell you, like no longer being free.<BR>Imagine what life would be so sad and blue<BR>To go through life without that special you.<BR>And I know we live so far away<BR>Through the internet we are like castaways<BR>Never get to touch or hug you for this I only pray<BR>For some day I hope we can meet<BR>To hug and laugh and dance to the beat<BR>I know this would be a treat<BR>For now this is all I see<BR>Is my good friend here (online) with me<BR>Just think what life would be<BR>Without friends like you...</FONT></P>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 21:17:11 +0530</pubDate><link>http://kholapakhi.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/04/10/ONLINE-FRIENDS-1.html</link></item><item><title>HAPPY HOLI</title><description><![CDATA[<P><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffcc00" color=#663366 size=4>Joy in your  eyes,</FONT></STRONG><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ff6666" color=#660000 size=4>peace in your mind,</FONT></STRONG><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #993399" color=#ffcccc size=4>warmth in your relations,</FONT></STRONG><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ff6600" color=#663300 size=4>love in your heart,</FONT></STRONG><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffccff" color=#330033 size=4>goodness in your life,</FONT></STRONG><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #330000" color=#ffffff size=4>may the festival of colour fill your life with happiness and prosperity</FONT></STRONG><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffcccc" color=#660000 size=4>HAPPY         HOLI</FONT></STRONG></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home5/737/b07a8d9041a376ef57760c5cbf95f48b/homep/images/1206125593">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2008 23:59:32 +0530</pubDate><link>http://kholapakhi.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/21/HAPPY-HOLI.html</link></item><item><title>THE DREADFUL CLICKING</title><description><![CDATA[<FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffcccc"><FONT color=#000000><STRONG><SPAN class=poem>Every morning I lie there innocently sleeping<BR>When the peace is ruptured by a horrible beeping.<BR>My serenity ripped asunder, sudden and drastic<BR>By this evil, demonic, red-eyed piece of plastic.<BR><BR>I roll over in pain and pound on the snooze,<BR>Groaning, moaning, thinking 'What's there to lose?'<BR>'Don't make me get up, just nine minutes more.'<BR>The same thing I've said every morning before.<BR><BR>It's not that I hate mornings or dread the new day.<BR>It's just that I loathe waking up in this way.<BR>I'd much rather simply rise up with the light,<BR>Glowing in the window, chasing away the night.<BR><BR>But the sudden screaming, the incessant fuss,<BR>Makes me want to yell and cry and simply to cuss.<BR>Especially the knowledge that all of my sorrow<BR>Will be repeated the same time, same way, tomorrow.</SPAN> <BR></STRONG></FONT></FONT>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 18:54:08 +0530</pubDate><link>http://kholapakhi.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/16/THE-DREADFUL-CLICKING-1.html</link></item><item><title>health tips</title><description><![CDATA[<P>  <FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif"><FONT size=2><FONT color=#660000><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"><U>  Some Important notice for your health that I like to share with all.</U></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></P><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" color=#660000 size=2>Reduce volume of tea intake.Do not eat bread which has JUST been  toasted.</FONT></P><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" color=#660000 size=2>Stay a distance from your charger . </FONT></P><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" color=#660000 size=2>Drink more water in the morning, less at night.</FONT></P><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" color=#660000 size=2>Do not drink coffee twice a day.</FONT></P><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" color=#660000 size=2>Reduce your volume of oily food . </FONT></P><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" color=#660000 size=2>Best sleeping time is from 10 at night to 6 at the morning.</FONT></P><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" color=#660000 size=2>Do not have HUGE meals after 5pm.</FONT></P><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" color=#660000 size=2>Do not take alcohol more than a cup daily.</FONT></P><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" color=#660000 size=2>Do not take capsules with cold water.</FONT></P><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" color=#660000 size=2>Do not lie down immediately after taking medicine before sleeping .</FONT></P><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" color=#660000 size=2> Have 8 hours sleep. Lack of it will make a person stupid . </FONT></P><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" color=#660000 size=2>If you can't get on early morning runs, 5-8 in the afternoon is a great time for jogging .</FONT></P><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" color=#660000 size=2> When battery left last grid, do not answer the phone. The radiation is 1000 times.</FONT></P><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #993399" color=#cc9933><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffcc00" color=#000000><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif"><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" color=#660000 size=2> Answer the phone with your left ear. It'll spoil your brain directly if you use your right ear.Do not use earphone for long time. Rest your ear a while after 1 hour.<BR></FONT></P></FONT></FONT></FONT>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2008 09:39:43 +0530</pubDate><link>http://kholapakhi.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/09/health-tips.html</link></item><item><title>AAM HAI KYA</title><description><![CDATA[<SPAN style="COLOR: black"><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono" color=#990000>A </FONT><A href="http://www.rediffmail.com/cgi-bin/red.cgi?red=http%3A%2F%2Ffunlok%2Ecom%2Fcontent%2Fview%2F5264%2F33%2F&amp;isImage=0&amp;BlockImage=0" target=_new><SPAN style="COLOR: black; TEXT-DECORATION: none"><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono" color=#990000>parrot goes to a shopkeeper and asks ... 'Aam hai kya?'<BR><BR>The shopkeeper says ... 'Nahi. Hum Aam nahi bechte.'<BR><BR>Next day at the same time, the parrot goes again and asks him ...'Aam hai kya ?' <BR><BR>He gets a little irritated and says... 'Aare Bola na, Hum 'Aam nahi Bechte'<BR><BR>On the third day, the parrot goes again and asks him 'Aam hai kya ?'<BR><BR>He gets wild and yells ...'Bola na naahi. Abhi vapas aaya to tumhare sar ke upar hathoda marunga ' <BR><BR>The next day,the parrot comes again and asks him ..'hathoda hai kya?'<BR><BR>The shopkeeper says ... 'Nahi'<BR><BR>The parrot then asks ... 'Aam hai kya ?'<BR><BR>The next day parrot again goes to shopkeeper and asks "Aam hai kya??"<BR><BR>The shopkeeper is ready now....<BR>He quickly pulls a hammer and hitz the parrot on the face.<BR>The parrot looses all his teeth <BR>But determined, parrot again goes 2 the shopkeeper next day n asks<BR><BR><BR>"AAM KA JUICE HAI KYA</FONT></SPAN></A><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono" color=#990000>???"-<BR></FONT></SPAN>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2008 20:00:08 +0530</pubDate><link>http://kholapakhi.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/01/31/AAM-HAI-KYA.html</link></item><item><title>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><description><![CDATA[<br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home5/737/b07a8d9041a376ef57760c5cbf95f48b/homep/images/1199169148">]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jan 2008 12:01:43 +0530</pubDate><link>http://kholapakhi.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/01/01/HAPPY-NEW-YEAR.html</link></item></channel></rss>