<?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-347204096450771390</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:44:22.654-08:00</updated><category term='About Love'/><category term='Chase Love'/><category term='Taj Mahal'/><category term='Advertise'/><category term='Effect of advertisement'/><category term='Forgive'/><category term='Vanished Friend'/><category term='Time'/><category term='Advertisement in our daily lives'/><category term='Advertisements'/><category term='Choice of Birth..'/><category term='Please Forgive me'/><category term='Daily life'/><title type='text'>Touching Hearts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dipen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01755681513200167707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347204096450771390.post-2932301717532732205</id><published>2008-03-08T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T00:35:15.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we really celebrating Women's Day..</title><content type='html'>It’s not been long, an incident which I came across shock me… it really shook me mentally and emotionally..  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He is my educated friend, a dentist, living in metro city (I won’t be disclosing his name and city), who is still in the cover of traditional values and traditions. Few months ago he got married to a beautiful graduate girl from the same town. It was an arranged marriage with the female from the same caste.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All was going very well in the courtship period. Both of them loved each other and obviously eagerly waiting to spend their lives together. As all traditional marriages even his was very grand and lots of happiness around. Both of them taking vows of spending life with each other in thick n thin times of life etc…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But few days after the marriage, one could notice the tense in the relationship between them. His wife was looking depressed and one could make out that something was terribly wrong in their relationship. Doctor who used to love her so much had suddenly started doubting her. Faith, which is the base of every relationship, was not to be found.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One day we both were sitting together, which we used to often, before his marriage and share about everything what was going in our lives. We never indulge ourselves in each other’s personal life much, probably that was the reason why we used to carry along with each other very well.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This time I wanted to know from him what was wrong between him and his wife. With great guts I asked him “I suppose you are healthy relation with your wife.” “Any doubts, n why are u asking me this” he said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Well, I am seeing the tense on Bhabhi’s face and also somewhere I feel something is going wrong between you two..” I said&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Na, nothing wrong.. I don’t know why u feel so” he said, his eyes were meeting me and I was sure he was lying to me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“But still if u would like to share I am open for it, though I don’t have rights but still” I said.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;There was silence between us for 5 minutes. “She was not virgin” he said in low and sad voice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What… what made you say so” I asked. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You know it very well, physically what happens to female” he said. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What..??” I asked innocently&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Oh come on, you are not a child, you know it very well” he said&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I seriously don’t know, there are many things which happened physically, be specific” I said&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I could not notice any blood traces” he said&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“So..??” I asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“So…!!! This proves she has had pre marital sex and enjoying it” he said&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was surprised and shocked “this does not reach to any conclusion, might be later on it might have happened or might be for some other reason the hymen might have been broken..”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“No… even after having sex with her for several times I could not notice any blood traces..” he said&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“And you doubt her, don’t you have faith in her. Again even if she would had, what’s the problem. She is now your wife.. and again you are a doctor you know several reasons when hymen breaks and still youuu…” I said&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“She says she is virgin and I was the first man to touch her, but still….” he said..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“But still what….” I asked&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Well the debated went on…. Somehow he has accepted her and now after several months I can see smiles on their face. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But here I would like to question you all guys, just because we don’t have any physical proof to show our virginity why we question our partners. It’s really sad that this petty thing becomes the proof of any girl’s virginity. We celebrate women’s day for one day and other day we want to show our superiority… Why…???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pls read this article too&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://in.news.yahoo.com/hindustantimes/20080304/r_t_ht_nl_general/tnl-small-towns-in-virginity-repair-rush-7244580_1.html"&gt;http://in.news.yahoo.com/hindustantimes/20080304/r_t_ht_nl_general/tnl-small-towns-in-virginity-repair-rush-7244580_1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347204096450771390-2932301717532732205?l=ascentinfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/feeds/2932301717532732205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347204096450771390&amp;postID=2932301717532732205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/2932301717532732205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/2932301717532732205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/2008/03/are-we-really-celebrating-womens-day.html' title='Are we really celebrating Women&apos;s Day..'/><author><name>dipen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01755681513200167707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347204096450771390.post-1719179562965139801</id><published>2007-09-27T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T03:45:53.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advertisement in our daily lives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Effect of advertisement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advertisements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advertise'/><title type='text'>IMPACT of ADVERTISEMENTS…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPkNgPzcvcg/RvuJx1FQJEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/tLduHBNjqOk/s1600-h/15-HB207827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114833290965034050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPkNgPzcvcg/RvuJx1FQJEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/tLduHBNjqOk/s200/15-HB207827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I may not the first one to express he impact of advertisements in our daily lives, but I would like to share an interesting event that occurred with me few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece and nephew were at my resi few days ago. Unlike most of the girls, my niece (Stuti) is very naughty. At the age of 5 she is a hell to handle, on the contrast my nephew (Tej) about 8 yrs old is very quite. Both of them are fun to play with though. To play with Stuti, you have to choose a game which involves more of running around unlike Tej who likes to play games like Carrom, Ludo etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now since they had come home and as described about Stuti, she would not allow Tej to sit quietly. So I thought of involving them in some sort of game, which interests them both. I asked them to play Chor – Police (Thief – Police) wherein I would hide a chocolate, the one who finds it becomes Thief and other one becomes police. They both agreed on this.&lt;br /&gt;I took out 5star bar and hid it behind the books on my table and told them to search again explaining them the rule of the game. Not to guess, Stuti found the 5star bar and started shouting “I got it.. I got it…” and started dancing. Now as per the rule she was thief and Tej Police, Stuti had to hide and if Tej is not able to catch her in next 10 mins she would be the proud owner of 5-star bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the search started….&lt;br /&gt;This heroine, Stuti, was hiding behind a wall. Now this wall is cut from below which is supported by the dinning table. I don’t know why it was built this way, it was built by the previous owner of the flat. One could easily see her legs from below the table and catch her.&lt;br /&gt;As I said, Tej did the same. She got caught in 5 mins. She started screaming “Cheating .. Cheating” and came to me. I asked “What happened ? Tej did not cheat”&lt;br /&gt;“No, this 5 star bar cheated with me” said Stuti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“How come” I asked. I was sure she would not b able to resist and she would have eaten it.&lt;br /&gt;She said “You know in 5 Star advertisement which they show, a person eats and a bite and his legs disappear. So I thought if I eat one bite Tej would not be able to catch me, but this 5 star is not proper, it cheated on me…so I am not out…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was amazed on this, just wondering how advertisements leave a long lasting impact on us and we assume things would happen as shown.&lt;/div&gt;&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/347204096450771390-1719179562965139801?l=ascentinfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/feeds/1719179562965139801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347204096450771390&amp;postID=1719179562965139801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/1719179562965139801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/1719179562965139801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/2007/09/impact-of-advertisements.html' title='IMPACT of ADVERTISEMENTS…'/><author><name>dipen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01755681513200167707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPkNgPzcvcg/RvuJx1FQJEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/tLduHBNjqOk/s72-c/15-HB207827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347204096450771390.post-9067797166430397670</id><published>2006-12-11T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:26:05.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forgive'/><title type='text'>FORGIVE N FORGET</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Forgiveness is a funny thing, where by doing it, you not only release the other person from your anger but you also free yourself. Do you realize how much energy you put into keeping an old score unsettled? How it is a constant reminder of how someone did us wrong? How that moment or series of moments keeps playing the scene over and over again in our head, like a movie that never changes? Is this a good use of our time and energy? Who is our anger really affecting? Us or them?&lt;br /&gt;When you don't forgive someone, you take it upon yourself to keep that anger near the surface. You give that anger active power, power that could be directed towards what you do want, not what you don't want. It has been said that whatever you focus on comes back to you into your life, whether the focus be positive or negative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you insist on not forgiving, for whatever reason that works for you, are you really telling the universe that you want more anger to manifest itself? Perhaps you never looked at it this way. Perhaps you think your anger is justified because we don't know all of the facts. Perhaps you think that you will look weak and the other person will win, if you forgive them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A woman had been torched, wrapped in bandages and in pain, when the interviewer asked her if she hated the person who had done this to her? She thought for a split second and responded with a, "No". When asked why not, she said she didn't want that person to have power over her. She didn't want that person constantly in her thoughts. She said she forgave him, not because it helped him, but because to forgive helped her. She need every ounce of energy possible to make a recovery and she wouldn't waste once ounce more on her attacker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Try it, forgive someone today for what they did to you yesterday, last year, ten years ago, etc. Who feels better? Them or you? Release yourself from the burden of carrying around anger and move forward and focus on what you really want, what we all want; love, understanding and forgiveness for being human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347204096450771390-9067797166430397670?l=ascentinfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/feeds/9067797166430397670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347204096450771390&amp;postID=9067797166430397670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/9067797166430397670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/9067797166430397670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/2006/12/forgive-n-forget.html' title='FORGIVE N FORGET'/><author><name>dipen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01755681513200167707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347204096450771390.post-4509038443922213596</id><published>2006-12-01T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T02:01:19.498-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chase Love'/><title type='text'>CHASE LOVE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/1600/892762/couples1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/897078/couples1.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Movie after movie people see the romantic scenes and still they don’t get bored of it. Do you think they love the touch, the flirt and they lived happily ever after message in the end. Or do you think it is only because the couples are different, and they have their favorite star cast..? Or we love to see one of both characters chase each other through difficult situations until finally they end up with each other? And we leave the theatre with great smile on our face. NO.. believe it or not it’s only to satisfy their feelings that brings them back again and again to these movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings!! What kind of feeling..?? is the next question. Ask yourself, don’t you go to see these movies to satisfy your own imaginations or find the lost world. There were days when you used to be chased, which is again man’s nature until he found you (you were a great treasure) and the chase remains history. The perfect ending of “And they lived everafter” is such a myth that it is the downfall of great relationships. The charm of romance is lost in the everyday routine of life. Gone are the days when he used to appreciate your beauty and now he fights on diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was fortunate enough to meet one such couple who had lots of charm, romance left in their relationship. Fortunate because they taught me something that I am going to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;Married for about 28 yrs. (Love Marriage – Of’ course) their love for each other started way back 34 yrs (i.e. 6 yrs. before marriage). The chase between them was very romantic again. Mr. M (as I would call this male) used to go for morning jog where he Mrs F (Female) for the first time and that’s where their eyes met. Later as the days passed they used to see each other and Mr. M was always on opportunity to talk to her but never got one. He used to chase her through her college path, classes (as I said) until one day he was buying bunch of roses for his sister and as he turn around only to find Mrs F in front of her. Not to loose this opportunity he just gave the bunch to her and said “Even these roses are not as beautiful as you”. And that’s where their love story started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever they used to meet he always used to carry a rose for her with a good message card (Technology drawback). Carefree about the world they used to be with themselves and never missed a chance to appreciate each other for their work, beauty etc. As the time passed they started to know about each other more and better. Obviously both of them had their positive and negative points which they had accepted it but beyond that their chase for each other never ended. They always used to play this unusual “TAG” game which always kept their romance alive. Even after so many years of marriage they haven’t left this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said “dealing exclusively with one mundane situation after another bleeds all the love out of a great relationship. The main way to transfuse lifeblood back into the marriage is to redevelop the chase.” To get the best picture of chase, think about yourself in the kindergarten where the purest form of chase exists. Children’s, to get to know each other well play games and one of the most exciting one is “TAG”. This game allows them to chase each other with great energy and enthusiasm. This game allows them to chase on and on and on looking for the opportunity to catch the other person. When he Tags her, he declares “You are it” and when she Tags him, she declares “You are it”! unlike marriage which has lost its zest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is this game that has kept us together without loosing charm in each other. We are still old romantic couples, who have never let down our fantasies of our younger days.” Like other couples we also have fought we each other but what has always kept us going is the game of TAG which allows us to know each other better and there is something about catching someone and being caught by someone that makes the game always exciting and keep our life going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share your suggestions on the same, what do you think should be done to keep your marriage or relationship as interesting as it was still young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347204096450771390-4509038443922213596?l=ascentinfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/feeds/4509038443922213596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347204096450771390&amp;postID=4509038443922213596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/4509038443922213596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/4509038443922213596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/2006/12/chase-love.html' title='CHASE LOVE...'/><author><name>dipen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01755681513200167707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347204096450771390.post-6847012078952284855</id><published>2006-11-28T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T06:52:11.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Please Forgive me'/><title type='text'>FORGIVE ME.. PLEASE FORGIVE ME…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The other day I was watching a program on TV called roadies on MTV, where I came across a contestant, sweet girl, very confident, emotional and having average looks. She had written in her application form that her boyfriend was everything for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the roadies’ judges are known to put all the pressures on contestants they are always looking out on points where they can score more than contestants only to give them pressure. While going through her form they came across a point where she had mentioned that she had forgiven her boyfriend when she found out that he was simultaneously carrying along with someone else. I am sure many of you would have seen this episode, but the only point triggered me of her, how could she FORGIVE a person who cheated on her…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quiet surprised when I heard it and that too she forgives him in a day. I seriously doubt would she be carrying the same faith she had in him and would it be possible that she is carrying the same security level that she had before and this female seriously wanted to spend whole life with him. Since she had been just taught that loving him is painful and trusting him is risky. To forgive him, she has to put their hand back in the fire when every self-protective sense will be yelling NO.&lt;br /&gt;It also kept&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/1600/tear%20drop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="237" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/tear%20drop.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me wondered what would be going on in the guy’s mind. He would be kind of guy who just want’s an ideal (simple, sober) partner like every other guy in the world. I know many couples carry along with someone else while they are committed with one relationship but why do we need to cheat someone who has given everything of theirs to you. They would have changed themselves for your sake, they would have done things the way you like it and still you would have all the guts in the world to cheat on them and also expect to forgive you. (I am talking of couples who are happy in their relationship).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sent your partner's self-confidence plummeting when you chose someone else. To forgive you, to take you back, your partner has to summon up the courage to step into uncertainty. There is simply no promise you can give that they can unequivocally believe. Mustering that kind of blind faith is a daunting prospect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embracing forgiveness they risk foolishness if you let them down. Embracing experience, they risk the proverbial foolishness of cutting off their nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foolishness is a possible outcome in all their choices. Accepting this, they can choose if they prefer to be a person who will learn from these mistakes or one who will forgive mistakes in others. And this female chose to forgive mistakes, may GOD bless her with a good life with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347204096450771390-6847012078952284855?l=ascentinfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/feeds/6847012078952284855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347204096450771390&amp;postID=6847012078952284855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/6847012078952284855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/6847012078952284855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/2006/11/forgive-me-please-forgive-me.html' title='FORGIVE ME.. PLEASE FORGIVE ME…'/><author><name>dipen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01755681513200167707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347204096450771390.post-226559591303092513</id><published>2006-11-24T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T05:23:46.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choice of Birth..'/><title type='text'>WE DO HAVE CHOICE OF BIRTH....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sitting in front of a big conference room I was on the edge of my seat, tensed waiting for my opportunity for a long time. There were lots of questions on my face to which I didn’t have any answers. “What would be next life..?”, “Will I able to complete my mission successfully..??” “How much my past life going to affect my new life..?? all this and lots more. The atmosphere was cool, with cool breeze flowing which did not help me from perspiring. Before me there were 2 people waiting for their turn and third one was in conference room. The clock was ticking but not fast enough for my turn to come and each time I looked at the clock it would have passed only 2-3 mins.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the door opened, the sound of which disturbed my thoughts. I tried to take a glimpse of the conference hall but the door closed. Now there was only one person before me and then I would take a walk through the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person sitting before me was a small boy; he looked at me and smiled. I returned him the smile back nervously, just wondering when the time would pass and my chance would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I wonder who my new parents would be..?” said the little boy. “I hope they would love me as much I would love them”. “What kind of parents would you like to have in your life..??.. Well what should I say to this kid, innumerable questions were running down my brain.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him and replied “I don’t care much about this; I guess I am with your thought, I want a family which would love me as much as much as I do. Even if they don’t have fame or money, they should love me”. I agree with you said the little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh! There’s my name now, hope we would meet again” he went inside giving me a broad smile. Queue after me was growing and making me wonder why angel doesn’t give sufficient rest to all of us instead. I could see tensed faces all around; I was trying to avoid it as I was getting more tensed but then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was called in few minutes and I wondered how come clock ticked early this time and there I was standing in front of huge door. I pushed opened it and slowly with great anticipation I went inside. Sitting in front on other end of the long conference table were 2 angels. The one who was called “Father” sensed my afraidness called me near him and smiled. The other angel I suppose had been to earth several times and was responsible for all spirits sent to earth. “Come sit here near me and let’s discuss about your future, I can tell you about it.” Well my heartbeats were high and I could sense what big is going to come my way. Innumerable questions went through my head, but I decided it would be wise to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Father came closer to me and in front of us was a huge curtain which was now opening slowly and steadily. “I have 3 scenes to show you about your new life on earth and you have to choose which one you would like to have.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first scene started, “It’s an unhappy scene, but I will explain why I showed you this” said father tenderly and showed me a hospital where I would enter mortality. Amidst the joys of new life a young girl was crying on her bed. “That’s your mother” said Father she loves you very much but she won’t be able to keep you with her as she knows she is not capable of raising you and giving you good life. She has consented to give you to another family who she thinks would give you a better life and she would be better mother for the spirits yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I listened carefully apparently thinking my visit to earth won’t be a smooth one or normal one. It all seemed different than what I had anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Second scene was of couple who were very sad and lonely. “This is your family on earth. They have waited long to have a child of their own. I have sent spirits to them before and know of the tender love and preparation they make to welcome this spirit and how willingly they returned the spirits back to Angels after a sojourn journey. But now their time of sorrow is past, for you would be the one whom mortals call “Adopted” to be their spirit. They would teach you great spiritual understandings. They have talked to Angles and made many promises if they given a chance to raise a child and you have been the chosen one as answers to their prayers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Get up… Get up.. it’s already 7.00 in the morning.. Get up, don’t you want to go to office” my Mom shook me and my dream was broken. I was not ready to stop this dream so I again slept promising myself to get up in 10-15 mins, but my third scene never came. Today as I am sitting and thinking what birth would I like to have, I don’t have any answers for it. I am not regretting my current birth but still……&lt;br /&gt;Just think over it and write your comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="128" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/340559/small%2520baby.jpg" width="61" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347204096450771390-226559591303092513?l=ascentinfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/feeds/226559591303092513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347204096450771390&amp;postID=226559591303092513&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/226559591303092513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/226559591303092513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-do-have-choice-of-birth.html' title='WE DO HAVE CHOICE OF BIRTH....'/><author><name>dipen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01755681513200167707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347204096450771390.post-7405930294161194851</id><published>2006-11-22T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T03:32:28.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanished Friend'/><title type='text'>VANISHED FRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/1600/busy%20man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/busy%20man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Around the corner I have a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In this great city that has no end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And before I know it, a year is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I never see my old friends face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For life is a swift and terrible race,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He knows I like him just as well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As in the days when I rang his bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And he rang mine but we were younger then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now we are busy, tired men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tired of playing a foolish game, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tired of trying to make a name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just to show that I'm thinking of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And distance between us grows and grows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Around the corner, yet miles away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And that's what we get and deserve in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Around the corner, a vanished friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347204096450771390-7405930294161194851?l=ascentinfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/feeds/7405930294161194851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347204096450771390&amp;postID=7405930294161194851&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/7405930294161194851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/7405930294161194851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/2006/11/vanished-friend.html' title='VANISHED FRIEND'/><author><name>dipen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01755681513200167707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347204096450771390.post-6742315168045396603</id><published>2006-11-20T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:38:51.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><title type='text'>Do we have time...???</title><content type='html'>A man came home from work late, tired and irritated,  to find his 5-year-old son waiting for him at the door...&lt;br /&gt;Son:  "Daddy, may I ask you a question"&lt;br /&gt;Daddy:  "Yeah sure, what it is?"&lt;br /&gt;Son: "Dad, how much! do you make an  hour&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a  thing?"&lt;br /&gt;Son: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you  make an hour?"&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "I make Rs. 500 an hour"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh", the  little boy replied, with his head down.&lt;br /&gt;Looking up, he said, "Dad, may I  please borrow Rs. 300?"&lt;br /&gt;The father was furious,&lt;br /&gt;"if the only reason  you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or other  nonsense, then march yourself to your room and go to bed. Think why you are  being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish  behavior"The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare he ask such questions only to get some  money?&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and  started to think:&lt;br /&gt;"May be there was something he really needed to buy  with that Rs. 300 and he really  didn't ask for money very often!"&lt;br /&gt;The man went to the door of little  boy's room and opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you asleep, son?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No  daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy."I've been thinking, may be I was too  hard on you earlier", said the man,"It's been a long day and I took out my  aggravation on you. Here's the Rs.300 you asked for."&lt;br /&gt;"The little boy  sat straight up, smiling "oh thank you dad!" He yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, reaching  under his pillow he pulled some crippled up notes.&lt;br /&gt;The man, seeing that the  boy already had money, started to get angry again.&lt;br /&gt;The little boy slowly  counted out his money, then looked up at his father.&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you want  money if you already had some?" the father grumbled.&lt;br /&gt;"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the  little boy replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy I have Rs. 500 now. Can I buy an hour of your  time?&lt;br /&gt;Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with  you"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this kind of life that we are leading that we are not ready to give our loved one's sufficient time....?? I do agree we are earning for them, but how much if we are not able to give them happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please i would like to hear your views on this... leave your comments..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347204096450771390-6742315168045396603?l=ascentinfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/feeds/6742315168045396603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347204096450771390&amp;postID=6742315168045396603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/6742315168045396603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/6742315168045396603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-we-have-time.html' title='Do we have time...???'/><author><name>dipen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01755681513200167707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347204096450771390.post-5246521630485398026</id><published>2006-11-15T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T03:27:19.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Love'/><title type='text'>ABOUT LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/1600/girl%20&amp;%20boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/girl%20%26%20boy.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love can mean different things to different people. So let's look at how love applies to your personal relationships and how you can use it in a healthy or unhealthy manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The value of love :&lt;/strong&gt; Love is the most valuable commodity in the world. We all need love just like a fish needs water. Without love, life would not be worth living. With love in our lives we are empowered beyond belief. Without love in our lives we will shrivel up and die a slow, painful and lonely death. Love is the very essence and core of our being. It is the energy that sustains who and what we are. Everyone in life has a deep-rooted desire to love and be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The different forms of love :&lt;/strong&gt; Many times people only recognize love in its emotional form. We might hear people on television say things like, "I don't love you anymore," as they express their emotional feelings. But love is a lot more than what we feel. Love is a spiritual form of energy that can be given or received in physical, emotional or mental forms. Love usually starts in our thoughts, then spreads to the physical world through our actions, and then it will produce the emotional feelings. If you want to experience those powerful emotional feelings of love, it's necessary to think loving thoughts and produce some loving actions. If you think angry, vindictive thoughts, there is no way you will experience loving feelings or produce any loving actions. Love is a spiritual gift from God that starts mentally and finds its way to physical expression. But the emotional feelings we call love have very little to do with what love really is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Healthy and unhealthy forms of love : &lt;/strong&gt;Love is an energy that can be used in a positive, healthy manner or a negative, unhealthy manner. There is unconditional love, which is very accepting, supportive and forgiving. There is tough love, which is disciplined, authoritative and conforming. If your son were using drugs, you could unconditionally love him and accept his destructive behavior, hoping that he doesn't overdose and die, or you could use tough love and put him in a rehabilitation hospital in an attempt to save his life. Too much tough love can be unhealthy, just like too much unconditional love can be unhealthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Authentic love :&lt;/strong&gt; God is our role model and divine teacher for authentic love. Sometimes God uses tough love when necessary and other times He uses unconditional love. He loves each of us exactly as we are. He also loves each of us enough not to leave us as we are today. God's love for us is designed for our well-being and spiritual growth. Authentic love promotes the good that is within that person. It protects, uplifts, reinforces and builds on the positive while minimizing and protecting from the negative. God is love and we are all called to love others in the same way God loves us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The three parts of love :&lt;/strong&gt; Relationship love consists of agape, a spiritual type of unconditional love; phileo, a brotherly type of friendship love; and eros, a romantic type of passionate love. Another way to view these three types is from the spiritual plane of agape, the physical plane of phileo and the emotional plane of eros. We experience these different types of love in different amounts and at different stages of our relationships. Many times in the beginning of our relationships we are drawn to our partner with a lot of eros (emotional love), and over time eros develops into a deeper form of phileo (brotherly love) and agape (spiritual love). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;False forms of love :&lt;/strong&gt; Love is not the infatuation stage or the sex act. Many times we feel a lot of powerful, passionate and positive emotions when we first start dating. This is called the infatuation stage, and it slowly fades in every new relationship. The infatuation stage is a calling to develop a deeper relationship with that person and to increase your ability for phileo and agape love. The infatuation stage is almost like a little carrot that God teases us with to let us know what is possible when we deepen our brotherly and unconditional forms of love. Some people think the infatuation stage should last forever. They go from one relationship to the next chasing those feelings, hoping once they find the right partner, they will experience the infatuation stage for the rest of their lives. Unfortunately, that won't happen, because the infatuation stage affects our brain chemistry almost like a form of anxiety. Our bodies can't sustain that chemical condition for very long and eventually the high wears off and the honeymoon is over. If deeper forms of spiritual and brotherly love are not developed during this time, many people simply move on to another relationship. After a lifetime of chasing infatuation, it's possible to end up lonely and isolated. The same applies to the sex act, sometimes referred to as "making love." Sex binds two people in a very deep and intimate manner. But those close feelings after sex have very little to do with the agape and phileo forms of love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The acceptance of love :&lt;/strong&gt; Many times we give love to our partner the same way we would like to receive it. But loving a person this way might not be in their best interests. If our gift of love fails to promote the good in the other person, they might not like it and reject it. Other times we might expect to be loved by our partners in the same way we were loved as children by our parents. For example, if your parents made you feel loved by buying you things, you might associate loving actions only in the form of gifts, jewelry, clothes and expensive toys. Your partner could be the most loving, supportive, compassionate, understanding and caring person in the world and it's possible you could overlook their loving intentions if they didn't come from a store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347204096450771390-5246521630485398026?l=ascentinfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/feeds/5246521630485398026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347204096450771390&amp;postID=5246521630485398026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/5246521630485398026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/5246521630485398026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/2006/11/about-love.html' title='ABOUT LOVE'/><author><name>dipen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01755681513200167707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347204096450771390.post-1728899877378863962</id><published>2006-11-09T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T01:11:17.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Water Art.....</title><content type='html'>Here are some fantastic water art and wonder how was it all done...?? Image 1 shows what had been done and how were all photographs shot... It's one of man's more creative brains in action...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/1600/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/1600/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/1600/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/1600/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/1600/image012.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/image012.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/1600/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/1600/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/1600/image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/1600/image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/1600/image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/1600/image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/1600/image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/1600/image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/1600/image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/1600/image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/1600/image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/347204096450771390-1728899877378863962?l=ascentinfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/feeds/1728899877378863962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347204096450771390&amp;postID=1728899877378863962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/1728899877378863962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/1728899877378863962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/2006/11/fantastic-water-art.html' title='Fantastic Water Art.....'/><author><name>dipen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01755681513200167707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347204096450771390.post-4031069509354173008</id><published>2006-11-07T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T04:23:12.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taj Mahal'/><title type='text'>TAJ MAHAL OR TEJO MAHALAYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/1600/tajmahal1000clem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6590/42383312555025/320/tajmahal1000clem.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No one has ever challenged it except Prof. P. N. Oak, who believes the whole world has been duped. In his book Taj Mahal: The True Story, Oak says the Taj Mahal is not Queen Mumtaz's tomb but an ancient Hindu temple palace of Lord Shiva (then known as Tejo Mahalaya). In the course of his research Oak discovered that the Shiva temple palace was usurped by Shah Jahan from then Maharaja of Jaipur, Jai Singh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In his own court chronicle, Badshahnama, Shah Jahan admits that an exceptionally beautiful grand mansion in Agra was taken from Jai SIngh for Mumtaz's burial. The ex-Maharaja of Jaipur still retains in his secret collection two orders from Shah Jahan for surrendering the Taj building. Using captured temples and mansions, as a burial place for dead courtiers and royalty was a common practice among Muslim rulers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, Humayun,Akbar, Etmud-ud-Daula and Safdarjung are all buried in such mansions. Oak's inquiries began with the name of Taj Mahal. He says the term "Mahal" has never been used for a building in any Muslim countries from Afghanisthan to Algeria. "The unusual explanation that the term Taj Mahal derives from Mumtaz Mahal was illogical in atleast two respects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, her name was never Mumtaz Mahal but Mumtaz-ul-Zamani," he writes. Secondly, one cannot omit the first three letters 'Mum' from a woman's name to derive the remainder as the name for the building."Taj Mahal, he claims, is a corrupt version of Tejo Mahalaya, or Lord Shiva's Palace. Oak also says the love story of Mumtaz and Shah Jahan is a fairy tale created by court sycophants, blundering historians and sloppy archaeologists. Not a single royal chronicle of Shah Jahan's time corroborates the love story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Furthermore, Oak cites several documents suggesting the Taj Mahal predates Shah Jahan's era, and was a temple dedicated to Shiva, worshipped by Rajputs of Agra city. For example, Prof. Marvin Miller of New York took a few samples from the riverside doorway of the Taj. Carbon dating tests revealed that the door was 300 years older than Shah Jahan. European traveler Johan Albert Mandelslo,who visited Agra in 1638 (only seven years after Mumtaz's death), describes the life of the cit y in his memoirs. But he makes noreference to the Taj Mahal being built. The writings of Peter Mundy, an English visitor to Agra within a year of Mumtaz's death, also suggest the Taj was a noteworthy building well before Shah Jahan's time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prof. Oak points out a number of design and architectural inconsistencies that support the belief of the Taj Mahal being a typical Hindu temple rather than a mausoleum. Many rooms in the Taj ! Mahal have remained sealed since Shah Jahan's time and are still inaccessible to the public. Oak asserts they contain a headless statue of Lord Shiva and other objectscommonly used for worship rituals in Hindu temples. Fearing political backlash, Indira Gandhi's government tried to have Prof. Oak's book withdrawn from the bookstores, and threatened the Indian publisher of the first edition dire consequences. There is only one way to discredit or validate Oak's research.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The current government should open the sealed rooms of the Taj Mahal under U.N. supervision, and let international experts investigate. Do circulate this to all you know and let them know about this reality.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey please check this link ........it adds as a visual proof ......... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stephen-knapp.com/was_the_taj_mahal_a_vedic_temple.htm" target="_blank" click="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;http://www.stephen-knapp.com/was_the_taj_mahal_a_vedic_temple.htm&lt;/a&gt; seven-storied structure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347204096450771390-4031069509354173008?l=ascentinfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/feeds/4031069509354173008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347204096450771390&amp;postID=4031069509354173008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/4031069509354173008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347204096450771390/posts/default/4031069509354173008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascentinfo.blogspot.com/2006/11/taj-mahal-or-tejo-mahalaya.html' title='TAJ MAHAL OR TEJO MAHALAYA'/><author><name>dipen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01755681513200167707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
