<?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-24146025</id><updated>2011-11-27T20:09:04.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation of the Dark Side... :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://navinsrivastava.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24146025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://navinsrivastava.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Navin Srivastava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817055165488234231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/2500/1600/IMG_0229%20(WinCE).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24146025.post-3356482008158379833</id><published>2008-07-21T14:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:28:04.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dog's Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ps2media.gamespy.com/ps2/image/02s_1093300254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://ps2media.gamespy.com/ps2/image/02s_1093300254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A butcher watching over his shop is really surprised when he sees a dog coming inside the shop. He shoos him away. But later, the dog is back again. So, he goes over to the dog and notices it has a note in its mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes the note and it reads "Can I have 12 sausages and a leg of lamb, please". The dog has money in its mouth, as well. The butcherlooks inside and, lo and behold, there is a ten dollar note there. So he takes the money and puts the sausages and lamb in a bag, placing it in the dog's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butcher is so impressed, and since it's about closing time, he decides to shut the shop and follow the dog. So off he goes. The dog is walking down the street, when it comes to a level crossing; the dog puts down the bag, jumps up and presses the button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it waits patiently, bag in mouth, for the lights to turn. They do, and it walks across the road, with he butcher following him all the way. The dog then comes to a bus stop, and starts looking at the timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butcher is in awe as the dog stops a bus by pulling its left leg up and gets in it. The butcher follows the dog into the bus. Then the dog shows a ticket which is tied to its belt to the bus conductor. The butcher is nearly fainting at this sight, so are the other passengers in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog then sits near the driver's seat looking outside waiting for the bus stop to come. As soon as the stop is in sight, the dog stands and wags its tail to inform the conductor. Then, without waiting for the bus to stop completely, it jumps out of the bus and runs to a house very close to the stop. It opens the big Iron Gate and rushes inside towards the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it approaches the wooden door, the dog suddenly changes its mind and heads towards the garden. It goes to the window, and beats its head against it several times, walks back, jumps off, and waits at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butcher watches as a big guy opens the door, and starts abusing the dog, kicking him and punching him, and swearing at him. The butcher surprised with this, runs up, and stops the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What in heaven's name are you doing? The dog is a genius. He could be on TV,for the life of me!" to which the guy responds: "YOU CALL THIS CLEVER? THIS IS THE SECOND TIME THIS WEEK THAT THIS STUPID DOG'S FORGOTTEN HIS KEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"=============Moral of the story:============= "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may continue to exceed onlooker's expectations but shall always fall short of the boss' expectations. IT's A DOGs LIFE AFTER ALL !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24146025-3356482008158379833?l=navinsrivastava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://navinsrivastava.blogspot.com/feeds/3356482008158379833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24146025&amp;postID=3356482008158379833' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24146025/posts/default/3356482008158379833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24146025/posts/default/3356482008158379833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://navinsrivastava.blogspot.com/2008/07/butcher-watching-over-his-shop-is.html' title='A Dog&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Navin Srivastava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817055165488234231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/2500/1600/IMG_0229%20(WinCE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24146025.post-1104581974946598191</id><published>2008-05-12T02:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T03:02:39.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven and Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Va_nw8azMdg/SCfrQ5HaIAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OJQZsowqLDw/s1600-h/vortex%25202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199382970264854530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Va_nw8azMdg/SCfrQ5HaIAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OJQZsowqLDw/s200/vortex%25202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Almost all the religions and civilization in the world has presented mankind with the concept of Heaven and Hell. This was present from the earliest existence of humans, or to the formation of the complex societies of today. This single point of belief was already there as if, we were made with that concept. One other thing predominant with this concept was that, these mythical places are very far far away from here, where no man can go alive.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence we never sought it out. All we knew was that, if you perform good deeds, you will visit heaven, where all your desires will be granted. If you are bad in your life, you go to hell where unthinkable will happen with you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect carrot/stick guideline for every human to look up to and motivate him to perform good deeds. However there is a catch. "A good deed". What is this good deed? Sometimes a good deed is saving and sometimes it is destroying. An element of human judgment is involved in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also conviently it is also described that "The Good" always wins... So irrespective of two sides, it is the good which wins, which implies, neither side is ever good or bad. It is result of action, which describes it as good or bad... Hence, no action, no person or no deed can be ever good or bad, until it is executed. Its reaction, will label it as good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even if we have a destination, we do not have a clear path. Adding to mayhem, is a simple fact, that none of us have any idea, where this destination lies. We were told from birth, that it exists and generic guidelines have been drawn to go there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if one observe from the definitions defined over the period of time and look for the clues in the course of its mortal existence, we find striking similarities in the destination described and the place we habitat. What we seek our whole lives, lies in front of us all the time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, in a creepy way, it makes sense. This life, this place, the surrounding we live is the place where heaven or hell also resides.... It is carved out from out actions and its reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You experience heaven, when you fulfill your desires. If that causes harm to others... its reaction will create hell for you.... In case it does not, it will enrich your heavenly experience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is where life has value, respect and freedom with responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;Hell is where it is absent. It is the two sides of coin at same plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth, its place and time, plays an important role in how close to you are heaven or hell. This mystery is something, which does not make sense. However if we go beyond a lifespan, it appears that it may be decided by actions in some distant past. In my previous blog, I had mentioned that Life is a sequence of choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We create heaven from our desires and hell from our misendeavours. There is very less which you can do negate the effect of birth and birthplace. However there is definitely lot, which everyone can do to make heaven in this place and push it boundaries a little far than it exists today. So someone, who takes birth at the new place is never left out... Everyone has a chance.... Everyone can contribute to make this world a heaven.&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/24146025-1104581974946598191?l=navinsrivastava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://navinsrivastava.blogspot.com/feeds/1104581974946598191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24146025&amp;postID=1104581974946598191' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24146025/posts/default/1104581974946598191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24146025/posts/default/1104581974946598191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://navinsrivastava.blogspot.com/2008/05/heaven-and-hell.html' title='Heaven and Hell'/><author><name>Navin Srivastava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817055165488234231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/2500/1600/IMG_0229%20(WinCE).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Va_nw8azMdg/SCfrQ5HaIAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OJQZsowqLDw/s72-c/vortex%25202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24146025.post-1061879112296505029</id><published>2008-05-05T04:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:16:39.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Without a chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Va_nw8azMdg/SB7FPd78Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VBtYtVvDKHI/s1600-h/normal_unfair_fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196807889556891618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Va_nw8azMdg/SB7FPd78Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VBtYtVvDKHI/s200/normal_unfair_fight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not know. how many times if anyone has felt this, I guess at some point in life, we all feel its unfair. We did not have a chance to do anything about what happened. There is sense of frustration and helpness of which nothing can be done. As in most of these times, we are not in control, someone else or something else is. We may blame god for this and forget this moment and move on as nothing happned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, it pricks us time to time, reminding how we did not have a chance to do something. Here the essence is that the victim does not have much in control, its the other person or situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, people judge the book by its cover. This is an instinct. However, although it seems to be useful and intelligent, sometimes it might be foolish and dangerous. The best things in life, not always arrive in the most attractive packaging. Sometmes the most unlikely option is the best option. This option will be never known if a fair chance is not given to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree, we all are short of time and in most cases, we do not have enough time to judge effectively or be fair to all options. However, it is just a mindset. Effective planning and open mindeness can really be helpful in such situations. Just a fair look with an open mind can make a huge difference in the way things appear to us. This could be the key differnce in a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence if possible, always try to give atleast one fair chance, as you never know when tables will turn. Moreover, no path is certain, unless it is treaded once. You never know, when the most unlikey choice becomes the best choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the wonderful discoveries made by mankind was out of chance. So never let anything go without giving it a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24146025-1061879112296505029?l=navinsrivastava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://navinsrivastava.blogspot.com/feeds/1061879112296505029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24146025&amp;postID=1061879112296505029' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24146025/posts/default/1061879112296505029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24146025/posts/default/1061879112296505029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://navinsrivastava.blogspot.com/2008/05/without-chance.html' title='Without a chance'/><author><name>Navin Srivastava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817055165488234231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/2500/1600/IMG_0229%20(WinCE).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Va_nw8azMdg/SB7FPd78Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VBtYtVvDKHI/s72-c/normal_unfair_fight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24146025.post-4439297077274307668</id><published>2008-02-18T14:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T14:45:23.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Va_nw8azMdg/R7nevXctKlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tLrOP8hq_NE/s1600-h/600px-Circle-question_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168406952713988690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Va_nw8azMdg/R7nevXctKlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tLrOP8hq_NE/s200/600px-Circle-question_svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is sequences of choices. Every moment you live is a result of a choice that was made in some distant or near past. Your present is based on the choice you made in past. Sounds intriguing but yet true. A small fact that we always seem to ignore as it never happens. Yet almost all of us are haunted by it at some time or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also possible that the life you live may not be result of a choice you made. It might have been made up or chosen by someone else, who in some cases you would have known or in many, you did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us would agree that what in deed we are today, is primarily due to the environment we grew, education we received. The irony of fate is that these primitive choices are never made by you, or in most cases, anyone whom you knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t you agree that what ever we are today is exactly what you had not chosen to be. The next question and perhaps the more important would be, what you had been if you had made those primitive and important choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, these questions cannot be answered. As no one can look beyond the choice they make. So as always the other side of the choice you took will be a mystery and would be kept in complete darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you can do is to move forward. There is no use drooling over a choice and hoping that we would have taken another path. As you would have never know, where it would have taken you. Once choice is made and executed, all we can do is to learn from it and move forward. Do not loose your present over past. It is not going to come back. So what should we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn from the past and make better choices. That’s all we can do and do hope that whatever we chose at given moment is the best one we could at given time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we make a choice, we have information about the choices we have an assumption of conditions that it will generate and finally a hope/expectation for the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make good choices, use your experience for understanding the information you have, consult if required. Evaluate your assumptions against practical terms. Have a clear goal and march forward. Sometimes do listen to your instincts and your heart. They can also lend a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you make your choices, never waste your time crying over it. We always try to choose the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past is history, future is mystery and present is a gift, use it wisely…&lt;br /&gt;Apply some thoughts when you choose, as your life someday will be a reflection of the choices you make today.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Va_nw8azMdg/R7neXnctKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XCs_JYIMHdA/s1600-h/600px-Circle-question_svg.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24146025-4439297077274307668?l=navinsrivastava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://navinsrivastava.blogspot.com/feeds/4439297077274307668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24146025&amp;postID=4439297077274307668' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24146025/posts/default/4439297077274307668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24146025/posts/default/4439297077274307668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://navinsrivastava.blogspot.com/2008/02/choice.html' title='The Choice'/><author><name>Navin Srivastava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817055165488234231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/2500/1600/IMG_0229%20(WinCE).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Va_nw8azMdg/R7nevXctKlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tLrOP8hq_NE/s72-c/600px-Circle-question_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24146025.post-114464790572845854</id><published>2006-04-10T00:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:46:45.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are you afraid of???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/2500/1600/twilight-samurai-09%20(WinCE).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/2500/200/twilight-samurai-09%20%28WinCE%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola All,&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you are happy.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;Still you will have something pricking in back of your mind, something which keeps you from doing things what you want to do? Where it comes from, how it affects us is quite different from person to person. However it affects us all. There are different names to it, the most common name we give is course of life. I believe it is the natural resistance to change the state we are in. This is why we miss most of the good things in life. A simple e.g. is you might have like architecture but you end up doing computer engineering, because people told you it is safe and it is the way of life. This is the very reason why we do not take chances with our lives. We do not do anything we want to but we do what is preached by common wisdom. Now this is a major difference between the people who are successful and people who manage well. At the end you may regret the decision you took that made your life simple but not the one which you ever dreamt of. Girls are the primary victim of this. They rely on this common wisdom which kills the life they want to live. I do not preach that you go and do insane things. However before you opt or do something give a thought of what are you doing and why. Simply refusing the offers that come in your life is no good. Have a thorough reasoning. Sometimes the best offers comes in bad package. Think before you act, as at times there are more than your life which will be changed or will be at stake. Give it a chance, give it a shot. After all you live only once? What you got to loose? Who are you afraid of?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24146025-114464790572845854?l=navinsrivastava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://navinsrivastava.blogspot.com/feeds/114464790572845854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24146025&amp;postID=114464790572845854' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24146025/posts/default/114464790572845854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24146025/posts/default/114464790572845854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://navinsrivastava.blogspot.com/2006/04/who-are-you-afraid-of.html' title='Who are you afraid of???'/><author><name>Navin Srivastava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817055165488234231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/2500/1600/IMG_0229%20(WinCE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24146025.post-114421233160848632</id><published>2006-04-05T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T00:45:31.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Rewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi All or as I say Ola all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking how good would it be if we had a rewind button in life as we have in video, cd/dvd et.al, or better an undo button as in MS word/Notepad. One of the most familiar applications PC has ever seen. How do we wish that we could all just go back and do the thing a little different way than we did. How amazing it would have been. As it does not happens we feel how unforgiving life is. I saw the video of Enigma "Return to Innocence" and I suddenly felt the need for the rewind button.&lt;br /&gt;How many times you had wished that you should have said or not have said the things that you wanted to or not intended to. However this is a dream that will never be realized as of today. Maybe someday in future it may be. However that day till now has not happened or has not been seen yet. So all we can do is wish for it.&lt;br /&gt;I believe everything present here is for a reason and is in balance with some other entity. So I figured out if we had this rewind button what would have been the case today. To my horror I realized that this rewind button in life might have spoilt the beauty of life. Seems strange, but just think of this. How would you live if you know what your life is for say next 10 hours? It would be predictable. When things are predictable then we do not care.&lt;br /&gt;This care is the essence of bonding and all the emotion we feel or perceive. This makes the place we live beautiful. Moreover if you know how to improve things, then maybe you may redo it so many times that you may never go ahead of that point... So you might be stuck in a painful process. The net result might be that you would be unhappier than you are.&lt;br /&gt;So what we should do. I think it is best to enjoy and feel every moment. As we know there will be never the same moment again, we will see it is precious. So next time you see your loved one or a close friend or even a distant one, stop and be thankful for that moment, appreciate it, cherish it and do not take it for granted as this moment may never come again and Life will never go in Rewind... You have it today this time, seize it before it is lost forever and you are stuck in this feeling if I had one more choice or if I had a rewind button...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice moment :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24146025-114421233160848632?l=navinsrivastava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://navinsrivastava.blogspot.com/feeds/114421233160848632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24146025&amp;postID=114421233160848632' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24146025/posts/default/114421233160848632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24146025/posts/default/114421233160848632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://navinsrivastava.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-in-rewind.html' title='Life in Rewind'/><author><name>Navin Srivastava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817055165488234231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/2500/1600/IMG_0229%20(WinCE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24146025.post-114244962273587986</id><published>2006-03-15T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T18:03:38.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of Something: My first time first Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/2500/1600/IMG_0229%20(WinCE).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/2500/320/IMG_0229%20%28WinCE%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi to All&lt;br /&gt;This is my first blog.&lt;br /&gt;As every first blog, this too is written to see what I can write, how does it feels to write and more over what do I write. This is first step for me into the vast unknown, a place with possibilities both good and bad, kind of walking in unknown. Now there is bit of excitement, fear and all kinds of mixed emotion that is attached to every first time of things you do. Like my friend said "Everyman will have a first job only once in his life" A remarkably true and a utterly obvious statement. Still this statement has a significance. It stresses the importance of the first time. Every first time is very special as it once in a life moment. This is the reason that makes it special. Moreover it the has never been done by you before which makes it extra ordinary. Whew I never myself knew first time was so much. I guess this enough for the first time for the first blog entry I have written. I wish myself a long and happy blogging now since I do not have anyone else here to wish me :). Later maybe some of you who happen to read it may find something to wish me for. Now I will get out of this ecstasies first time happiness to real world where I reside. Goodbye and have a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24146025-114244962273587986?l=navinsrivastava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://navinsrivastava.blogspot.com/feeds/114244962273587986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24146025&amp;postID=114244962273587986' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24146025/posts/default/114244962273587986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24146025/posts/default/114244962273587986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://navinsrivastava.blogspot.com/2006/03/start-of-something-my-first-time-first.html' title='Start of Something: My first time first Blog'/><author><name>Navin Srivastava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817055165488234231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/2500/1600/IMG_0229%20(WinCE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
