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You always hurt the one you love, the one you should not hurt at all;You always take the sweetest rose, and crush it till the petals fall;You always break the kindest heart, with a hasty word you can't recall; So if I broke your heart last night, it's because I love you most of allThe Mills Brothers

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The greatest mystery is not that we have been flung at random between the profusion of matter and of the stars, but that within this prison we can draw from ourselves images powerful enough to deny our nothingness.  - Andre Malrau Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone Essar

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Father: "I have a husband for your daughter."Bill Gates: "But my daughter is too young to marry!"Father: "But this young man is a vice-president of the World Bank."Bill Gates: "Ah, in that case...ok"Finally Father goes to see the president of the World Bank.Father: "I have a young man to be recommended as a vice-president."President: "But I already have more vice- presidents than I need!"Father:

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Once upon a time there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean todo his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he beganhis work. One day he was walking along the shore. As he looked downthe beach, he saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled tohimself to think of someone who would dance to the day. So he began towalk faster to catch up.As he got closer, he saw that it

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The Closer You Are; The More Details You See !

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Quote from Good Omens: "God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players (i.e. everybody), to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time

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Beyond the boundless limits of Time,Buried in its' own tomb…The Fire is not quenched,Embers glow yet.The Nil created me and 'I' discovered 'Me'.Me born with the seed of obsessive inquisition,To unveil the magician whose wand created me…!Sitting on the precarious edge of billions of years,Groping the mutilated corpse of quasi Big Bang.Dreaming the dream of the ants.Hoping to understand the Artists

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To be born unto the safety of the parents adulation.... and the grown up also needs a parent which is sought forever !!

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77%-78% water10%-12% fats8% protein2% soluble organic substances1% carbohydrates1% inorganic salts

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Monica married Hitesh. At the end of the wedding party, Monica's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook. With Rs.1000 deposit amount. Mother: 'Monica, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life, put some money in. Write down what it's about next to the line. The more memorable the event is, the

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Deja Vu-Down the Memory Lane Get your own at Scribd

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Is"The simplest explanation that covers all the facts is usually the best."True..??See the Wikipedia on Occam's Razor

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I recall a poem from my early childhood and cannot help but appreciate its much relevant message today: What is this life if full of careWe have no time to stand and stare?No time to stand beneath the boughsAnd stare as long as sheep, or cows.No time to see, when woods we pass,Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.No time to see, in broad daylight,Streams full of stars, like skies at night.No

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Officials rejected a candidate for a news broadcasters post. Since his voice was not fit for a news broadcaster. He was also told that with his obnoxiously long name, he would never be famous. He is Amitabh Bachchan.-------------------------------------------In 1962, four nervous young musicians played their first record audition for the executivesof the Decca Recording Company. The executives

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Watched the movie Fashion. It can be aptly described as an effort to understand the effects and side-effects of success. How the meaning of success changes for the successful and how it is seen from the eyes of a struggler who is trying to reach the desired pinnacle of fame, and what happens after s/he reaches that illusory pedestal of success.Then after reaching that much coveted goal how one

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School: A place where Papa pays and Son plays.Life Insurance: A contract that keeps you poor all your life so that you can die Rich.Nurse: A person who wakes U up to give you sleeping pills.Marriage: It's an agreement in which a man loses his bachelor degree and a woman gains her masters.Divorce: Future tense of Marriage.Lecture: An art of transferring information from the notes of the Lecturer

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My heart trembles like a poor leaf.The planets whirl in my dreams.The stars press against my window.I rotate in my sleep.My bed is a warm planet.-MARVIN MERCERP.S. 153, Fifth Grade, HarlemNew York City, N.Y. (1981) Little fly, Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance And drink and

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A Poem by Mary Stevenson Visit the Mary Stevenson WebsiteCheck out another version of Footprints in the Sand

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Officials rejected a candidate for a news broadcasters post. Since his voice was not fit for a news broadcaster. He was also told that with his obnoxiously long name, he would never be famous. He isAmitabh Bachchan.-------------------------------------------In 1962, four nervous young musicians played their first record audition for the executives of the Decca Recording Company. The executives

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Dear All, take a Chilllllllllllllll Pillllllll............ & enjoy life to the fullestIf time doesn't wait for you, don't worry!Just remove the damn battery from the clock and Enjoy life!Expecting the world to treat u fairly coz u r a good person is likeexpecting the lion not to attack u coz u r a vegetarian. Think about it.When things go wrong, when sadness fills your heart,When tears flows from

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An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.The Father asked his Son, 'What is this?'The Son replied 'It is a crow'.After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, 'What is this?'The Son said 'Father, I have just now told you 'It's a crow'.After a little while, the old Father again

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The Intro:Deepawali, the festival of lights is celebrated as the victory of light over darkness and good over evil, it celebrates the abundance of autumn harvest and is dedicated to various gods and goddesses.Diwali also celebrates the power of the three goddesses, Lakshmi, Kali and Saraswati.There are various Myths and Legends associated with the festival of Diwali as follows:Legend #1:The

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Rustle of a dress, a photograph.Mind races, thoughts rush.The scene changes rapidly.That small kid-return-his sweet memories.Returns-those carefree times whence lived he, his friends, his World.Piercing-the amaranthine conglomeration of past-forgotten memories.Brief is his venture-beckoning through the starngles of cruel time.Mist-it fades, away it melts, away in the black abyss of distant

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People keep searching for miracles and in the process lose their sight on the very miracle which happens everyday......Creation of a new life form from an old; rather the birth, the procreation, the genesis, the metamorphosis of newer beings being born everyday into this World.On 2nd of October my nephew came into this World fragile and delicate, innocent and pure - the very essence of humanity

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The eternal search for the pot of Gold at the end of the rainbow continues. The whole human race becomes a species of materialistic automatons blinded to the normal obvious pleasures, blind to the real beauty of the rainbow the race continues.....The rainbow comes and disappears, flickers, shimmers and yet the sheen of gold rules and the seven colors fade....

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