<?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-3308835803309112556</id><updated>2011-08-02T09:53:16.868-07:00</updated><category term='mahabharata'/><category term='god'/><category term='Ram&apos;s &quot;agni-pariksha&quot;'/><category term='ramayan'/><category term='happy'/><category term='sita'/><category term='important'/><title type='text'>Collection of Happiness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rtscollectionofhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important'/><title type='text'>importance is very important</title><content type='html'>I am writing ..becoz i want to write..i have no reason...no tension..actually i generally write when i am too happy or too sad&lt;br /&gt;i am neither happy nor sad these days&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes...i can be happy since rains have already started&lt;br /&gt;i luv rain&lt;br /&gt;i know all of us do&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was going in my bus and i realized that it so very important for each one of us to be important for someone..(or even  many ones)..like i returned from my home town..and like a school kid i never wanted to go to school..oops JOB.&lt;br /&gt;its not that i hate job or work or responsibility.   .its just i dnt want to do anything..and this thinking remains not for long..but it actually feels gud to have this feeling..&lt;br /&gt;ya so i was talking abt important and importance..&lt;br /&gt;the only driving force or say one of the driving force for me ..to return from a vacation is importance..when people say ..a simple... welcome back dear..&lt;br /&gt;or ...Ohh i was waiting for u...&lt;br /&gt;thank god u r back ..(its different k next line was..'now u work and i will relax")&lt;br /&gt;Ghar pe sab kaise hai..&lt;br /&gt;meri leye kya lai..&lt;br /&gt;tum nahi thi to kitna accha tha..shanti thi..(that ofcrs means i was missed)&lt;br /&gt;amazing feeling...&lt;br /&gt;i really dnt know k am i able to make someone feel like that or not&lt;br /&gt;but yes i have felt it and i would like  that each one of us should feel it&lt;br /&gt;but making someone feel important is not at all a easy task...if the other one is not as fool as i am&lt;br /&gt;hey..i do have one secret..of making others feel important or say hapy or atleast can bring a  smile just genuinely. .complement them..it always works..but ya u should feel whatever u are saying..no need to bluff ...actually we want to.. but still ...we are.. many a times.. not able to praise (i know too big a word..) others..&lt;br /&gt;lets give it a one more natural try..&lt;br /&gt;keep smiling :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3308835803309112556-6894208606340482999?l=rtscollectionofhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rtscollectionofhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/6894208606340482999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rtscollectionofhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/importance-is-very-important.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3308835803309112556/posts/default/6894208606340482999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3308835803309112556/posts/default/6894208606340482999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rtscollectionofhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/importance-is-very-important.html' title='importance is very important'/><author><name>Collection of Happiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14649625139346789128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI_zGP3-ZDk/SswtRIent_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/buPcpmid2tA/S220/rt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308835803309112556.post-5851289539396423298</id><published>2009-10-06T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:24:13.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soch rahi hu kise batoo is ladki ka naam...........</title><content type='html'>Today i will tell u about her...&lt;br /&gt;tell u about her... or will tell myself about her....dunno kaha se shuru karu&lt;br /&gt;she takes care of me so much... take care as in take care ..such that even she doesn know abt it&lt;br /&gt;and she want to save me from this "tuff" world ...and yes she does..&lt;br /&gt;she is always there for me..(yes dear not only there but here and where ever i need her..some times she is there even before i want her to be there...she undestands that thing which i have not yet uttered)&lt;br /&gt;i always want to give her something...something that will make her feel special..will make her feel how important she is for me and for all the people around her.....&lt;br /&gt;but i guess since i "want to " so i am not able to&lt;br /&gt;and she will do this so casually....&lt;br /&gt;i have heard people saying"two gals can never be too gud frnds"&lt;br /&gt;thnx dear for giving me a reason to prove them wrong&lt;br /&gt;one of my and her frnd told me.."there is something so gud abt ur frndship and i really like it so much"..thnx again dear&lt;br /&gt;our bestest talks are abt other&lt;br /&gt;it is so much fun critizing other..i mean analysing others..&lt;br /&gt;and singing beautiful songs soo soooo badly&lt;br /&gt;but i luv it&lt;br /&gt;my parents and relatives and so very satisfied if she is it with me&lt;br /&gt;they are satisfied that i am safe&lt;br /&gt;safe from this "tuff" world&lt;br /&gt;i dnt know what i will do without her&lt;br /&gt;actually dnt know&lt;br /&gt;at tyms she becomes my true frnd truest fnd she she doesnt talk to him and her or lets say hims and hers......&lt;br /&gt;but ya she does understands that i do not wnt her to take any more "even i am not talking to him/her"&lt;br /&gt;i really wish that she gets so much fun and love and joy and happiness and proud&lt;br /&gt;hope she get what she deserves and desire...&lt;br /&gt;she....my dear..................&lt;br /&gt;luv u so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3308835803309112556-5851289539396423298?l=rtscollectionofhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI_zGP3-ZDk/SswtRIent_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/buPcpmid2tA/S220/rt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308835803309112556.post-3059891755308027595</id><published>2009-07-20T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:13:11.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><title type='text'>There shall be showers of blessing...this is the promise of love</title><content type='html'>There shall be showers of blessings..&lt;br /&gt;this is the promise of love....&lt;br /&gt;there shall be seasons refreshing...&lt;br /&gt;send them upon us oh lord...&lt;br /&gt;showers of blessing...showers of blessings we need...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something i am hearing since my childhood&lt;br /&gt;i am sick of hearing this&lt;br /&gt;i have heard that.."whatever happens happens for good(jo hota hai acche k leye hota hai)"&lt;br /&gt;that true, whatever happens happens for good, acche k leye...but shayad mai to buri hu&lt;br /&gt;bure k leye kuch kyu nae hota&lt;br /&gt;i am now understanding the meaning of jealousy,irritation,impatience...&lt;br /&gt;when we are happy actually happy then only we can be good&lt;br /&gt;good to others and good to ourselves&lt;br /&gt;good to society&lt;br /&gt;but ....&lt;br /&gt;i am not happy&lt;br /&gt;so every now and then i have a fight with someone or the other&lt;br /&gt;and since i have fight with someone or the other i become more unhappy..&lt;br /&gt;i try&lt;br /&gt;try a lot&lt;br /&gt;to be normal&lt;br /&gt;but this is what i am doing since long&lt;br /&gt;i no more want to do it&lt;br /&gt;i want to be the way i am&lt;br /&gt;i actually dont have any specific reason to be happy&lt;br /&gt;and if u r thinking that i have more privilege then many others then i will say that i do thank god for that and do use those abilities of mine for the good of myself and at times others&lt;br /&gt;GOD...good name&lt;br /&gt;he is only faith i must say&lt;br /&gt;or a blind faith&lt;br /&gt;i which i have believed since my birth&lt;br /&gt;he will do everything fine&lt;br /&gt;fine at the end&lt;br /&gt;who is gonna enjoy at the end&lt;br /&gt;after so many sufferings&lt;br /&gt;so much pain&lt;br /&gt;whats the point....... when he can make us miserable for years and years&lt;br /&gt;and then at the end give us what we desire or deserved for&lt;br /&gt;does he really  gives us that or do we belive that he has given us&lt;br /&gt;i dont actually know what i am writing...&lt;br /&gt;but i know one thing that i was not writng becoz of this&lt;br /&gt;becoz of this frustation of mine&lt;br /&gt;i knew  whenever i will write&lt;br /&gt;i will write such crap(?)&lt;br /&gt;but yes i do feel it that everone has THE right to be happy&lt;br /&gt;and i am among one of the waiting ones.....................&lt;div 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be showers of blessing...this is the promise of love'/><author><name>Collection of Happiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14649625139346789128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI_zGP3-ZDk/SswtRIent_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/buPcpmid2tA/S220/rt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308835803309112556.post-2657589208628182427</id><published>2009-03-23T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:39:51.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mahabharata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ram&apos;s &quot;agni-pariksha&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramayan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sita'/><title type='text'>Ram's "agni-pariksha"</title><content type='html'>one odd day in one of my PG room some girls(of 11th and 12th standard)&lt;br /&gt;were laughing hysterically..&lt;br /&gt;i peeped in&lt;br /&gt;they all were mimicing the dialoges of serial ramayan and mahabharat and&lt;br /&gt;having fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this scene made me think of my school days &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right from my childhood i was very much familiar with the name&lt;br /&gt;ramayan,mahabharta,hanuman,geeta,also jesus and allaha&lt;br /&gt;my parents always told me stories of both ram and rahim &lt;br /&gt;papa always told me great things written in quran &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was child i did not understood meaning of these things&lt;br /&gt;but as i grew and now when i am away from my parents i always remember those beautiful short stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what i saw in my pg room was sadening&lt;br /&gt;i mean all of them were talking (obviously) in english&lt;br /&gt;and considering the chatracters of ramayan and mahabhrat as if they all were alien&lt;br /&gt;i mean they actually dont know anything that is written in ethics...???&lt;br /&gt;nothing at all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was a child i was told not only the known stories but also stories of these ethics which were "off the records"...although even today i dont know origin of both&lt;br /&gt;"on" or "off" the record stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had problm with "on"... that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when ram was so great GOD why did he ask sitaji to give a "agni-pariksha" when he defeated ravan...didnt he trust his wife  who herself was (also is) considered as godess..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had whole lot of problme with RAM&lt;br /&gt;i took lot of courage to ask my parents abt it&lt;br /&gt;and i was told this "off" by my papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"look beta ...ram was god ..he knew all that was about to happen...&lt;br /&gt;when ravan was about to come to take away sita..in the form of a beggar..&lt;br /&gt;just before the scene ram knew what all was going to happen...so he asked agni to keep sita safe with it...and the lady that ravan took with him was just a maya and not actual sita...so when ram defeated ravan ram had to take back his wife from lord agni and so he arranged for a agni pariksh...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was satisfied&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3308835803309112556-2657589208628182427?l=rtscollectionofhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rtscollectionofhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2657589208628182427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rtscollectionofhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/03/rams-agni-pariksha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3308835803309112556/posts/default/2657589208628182427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3308835803309112556/posts/default/2657589208628182427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rtscollectionofhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/03/rams-agni-pariksha.html' title='Ram&apos;s &quot;agni-pariksha&quot;'/><author><name>Collection of Happiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14649625139346789128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI_zGP3-ZDk/SswtRIent_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/buPcpmid2tA/S220/rt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308835803309112556.post-8308841894204085866</id><published>2009-03-23T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:36:49.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be....</title><content type='html'>when i was a kid i wanted to be a nun&lt;br /&gt;..because i used to see nuns in my schools&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed my middle school days..then&lt;br /&gt;as i grew i wanted to be a doctor&lt;br /&gt;i used to see the medical college which was in the way of my school&lt;br /&gt;then slowly as and when i "discovered" that passing a PMT is "tough" my dream faded&lt;br /&gt;i was still in 9th only and i enjoyed my higher school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then finally i took science so that i would become  an "engineer"(may be a chief engineer like my father)&lt;br /&gt;and would do my bachelors from the same college as my father did&lt;br /&gt;but i could not!!!&lt;br /&gt;i did engineering from xyz college&lt;br /&gt;and i became a engineering with flying colors(????)&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed my college days&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know what helped me(my luck or hardwaork or yuuu he ho gaya) and recruited by a IT company during my third year...&lt;br /&gt;soon i became "hero" for my relatives(specially who were pursuing engineering)&lt;br /&gt;i joined&lt;br /&gt;i thought am i really a part of this big institution&lt;br /&gt;i got into project&lt;br /&gt;i thought i will never be able to do coding but to my amazment i did&lt;br /&gt;did it pretty well&lt;br /&gt;but i never loved it&lt;br /&gt;for some days i did like it&lt;br /&gt;i still like it&lt;br /&gt;but still i feel i am at wrong place&lt;br /&gt;may be i wanna be a manager&lt;br /&gt;may be a journalist&lt;br /&gt;may be a painter&lt;br /&gt;may be a nice mother&lt;br /&gt;may be a good house wife&lt;br /&gt;may be a social worker&lt;br /&gt;may be all of the above&lt;br /&gt;may be none of the above&lt;br /&gt;i am happy...&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;then does that mean that ultimately people like me are happy anywhere they are&lt;br /&gt;and do good or above average where ever they go...BUT...&lt;br /&gt;that directly means that there is no word like "aim" &lt;br /&gt;or "aim" is what we do&lt;br /&gt;i am confused but i am happy&lt;br /&gt;and trying to do better than "good"....&lt;div 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Happiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14649625139346789128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI_zGP3-ZDk/SswtRIent_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/buPcpmid2tA/S220/rt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308835803309112556.post-6636707641853899893</id><published>2009-03-16T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:32:55.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This smell reminds me ..of.....</title><content type='html'>yup this happens with me&lt;br /&gt;i have many memories....associated with smell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is one particular "smell of school"... that too my primary school..&lt;br /&gt;whenever i go to some primary school(yup not all) the smell reminds me of my school days &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a smell that reminds me of my tuition place&lt;br /&gt;the smell of air of march-april reminds me of exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a smell  that reminds me of my school sir(he was a hunk..:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some smell reminds me of as if my papa(father) is very angry and about to scold me...altough i am in pune and he is in jodhpur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there are "normal" smells of rain,baking roti,smell of new note books,some perfume..that reminds me of different occasions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this may be weird for others&lt;br /&gt;but for me it is very important&lt;br /&gt;it keep me in touch with my sweet memories when i am far away  from my dear ones&lt;br /&gt;i never told this to anyone but i wanted to express this...that smell is so important &lt;br /&gt;and so i thought that blog is the best place...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3308835803309112556-6636707641853899893?l=rtscollectionofhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI_zGP3-ZDk/SswtRIent_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/buPcpmid2tA/S220/rt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308835803309112556.post-5396204116823090340</id><published>2009-03-06T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T06:32:39.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home</title><content type='html'>Home...such a relaxing word...i am sure we all get that close-up smile on our face on the very mention of home.I completed my school and college from my my home only..so i "normally" liked my home as all of us like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i was very happy since i got job in hyderabad...&lt;br /&gt;was very excited to live independently...&lt;br /&gt;I always thought "freedom" was the word...&lt;br /&gt;my parents came with me to hyd...i was settled there and then they left...&lt;br /&gt;......then things stared striking my head&lt;br /&gt;how on the earth am i going to manage "all this"&lt;br /&gt;for many mrng i woke up with swollen eyes..(since i cried at night and could not sleep)&lt;br /&gt;every day i talked to them so that i could...survive&lt;br /&gt;then slowly things stared going on right track(is it?)&lt;br /&gt;i started living&lt;br /&gt;i managed myself&lt;br /&gt;i became more punctual&lt;br /&gt;more sincere&lt;br /&gt;and more lively&lt;br /&gt;and in this learning phase...my love and respect for my parents grew rapidly&lt;br /&gt;i found out their real value&lt;br /&gt;i started missing(also liking)those small scolding from them&lt;br /&gt;when i had to purchase gift for them someone asked me.."...what is the range.." and i was&lt;br /&gt;blank faced..."anything" was the reply&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to do something that would make them actually happy(more than making them proud i want them to be happy)&lt;br /&gt;i do so many things for their happiness but i am not satisfied...and i dont even want 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