<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of shilpa mahajan</title><link>http://paradiselost.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of shilpa mahajan</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>life</title><description><![CDATA[<P><STRONG><FONT color=#cc0000><FONT size=4><FONT face="Courier New">God created the donkey<BR><BR><BR>and said to him.<BR>"You will be a donkey. You will work</FONT></FONT></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#cc0000><FONT size=4><FONT face="Courier New"> un-tiringly from sunrise to sunset<BR>carrying burdens on your back. You will eat </FONT></FONT></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#cc0000><FONT size=4><FONT face="Courier New">grass,<BR>you will have no intelligence and </FONT></FONT></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#cc0000><FONT size=4><FONT face="Courier New">you will live 50 years."<BR>The donkey answered:<BR>"I will be a donkey, but to live </FONT></FONT></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#cc0000><FONT size=4><FONT face="Courier New">50years is much. Give me only 20years"<BR>God granted his wish.<BR>....................................................................<BR>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<BR><BR>God created the dog<BR><BR><BR>and said to him:<BR>"You will guard the house of man.</FONT></FONT></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#cc0000><FONT size=4><FONT face="Courier New"> You will be his best Friend.<BR>You will eat the scraps that he gives you and<BR>you will live 30years.<BR>You will be a dog. "<BR>The dog answered:<BR>"Sir, to live 30years is too much,</FONT></FONT></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#cc0000><FONT size=4><FONT face="Courier New">give me only15 years.<BR>" God granted his wish.size=6&gt;<BR>........................................................................<BR>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<BR>God created the monkey<BR><SPAN></SPAN><BR><BR>and said to him:<BR>"You will be a monkey. You will swing from </FONT></FONT></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#cc0000><FONT size=4><FONT face="Courier New">branch to branch doing tricks.<BR>You will be amusing and you will live<BR>20 years. "<BR>The monkey<BR>answered:<BR>"To live 20years is too much, give me </FONT></FONT></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#cc0000><FONT size=4><FONT face="Courier New">only 10years."<BR>God granted his wish.<BR>....................................................................<BR>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<BR><BR>Finally God created man...<BR><BR>and said to him:<BR>"You will be man, the only </FONT></FONT></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#cc0000><FONT size=4><FONT face="Courier New">rational creature on the face of the earth.<BR>You will use your intelligence </FONT></FONT></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#cc0000><FONT size=4><FONT face="Courier New">to become master over all the animals.<BR>You will dominate the world and you will live 20years."<BR><BR>Man responded:<BR>"Sir, I will be a man but to live only<BR>20 years is very little,<BR>give me the 30years that the donkey refused,<BR>the 15years that the dog did not want and<BR>the 10years the monkey refused.<BR>" God granted man's wish<BR>................................................................<BR><BR>And since then, man lives<BR>20 years as a man ,<BR><BR>marries and spends<BR>30 years like a donkey,<BR>working and carrying all the </FONT></FONT></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#cc0000><FONT size=4><FONT face="Courier New">burdens on his back.<BR><BR>Then when his children are grown,<BR>he lives 15years like a dog taking care of the</FONT></FONT></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#cc0000><FONT size=4><FONT face="Courier New"> house<BR>and eating whatever is given to him,<BR><BR>so that when he is old,<BR>he can retire and live 10years like a monkey,<BR>going from house to house and from one son or<BR>daughter to another doing tricks to amuse his grandchildren.<BR><BR>That's Life.</FONT><BR><SPAN></SPAN><BR clear=all></P></FONT></FONT></STRONG>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 18:09:04 +0530</pubDate><link>http://paradiselost.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/10/07/life-2.html</link></item><item><title>LOVE AND TIME</title><description><![CDATA[<P><B><FONT color=#cc0000>Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.<BR><BR>Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.<BR><BR>When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.<BR><BR>Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, <BR>"Richness, can you take me with you?"<BR>Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."<BR><BR>Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!"<BR>"I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.<BR><BR>Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you."<BR>"Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"<BR><BR>Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her. <BR><BR>Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder, <BR><BR>Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?"<BR>"It was Time," Knowledge answered.<BR>"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"<BR>Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is."</FONT></B></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home5/876/6f24751aadf2fb86250c494701e64bf3/homep/images/1222875249">]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 01 Oct 2008 21:00:16 +0530</pubDate><link>http://paradiselost.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/10/01/LOVE-AND-TIME.html</link></item><item><title>THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HEART</title><description><![CDATA[<P><FONT color=#993300><STRONG>One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. </STRONG><BR></FONT><P><FONT color=#993300><STRONG>A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart. </STRONG><BR></FONT><P><FONT color=#993300><STRONG>Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. </STRONG><BR></FONT><P><FONT color=#993300><STRONG>The people stared ­ "How can he say his heart is more beautiful?" they thought. </STRONG><BR></FONT><P><FONT color=#993300><STRONG>The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears." </STRONG><BR></FONT><P><FONT color=#993300><STRONG>"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared." </STRONG><BR></FONT><P><FONT color=#993300><STRONG>"Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?" </STRONG><BR></FONT><P><FONT color=#993300><STRONG>The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks.  </STRONG><BR></FONT><P><FONT color=#993300><STRONG>He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. </STRONG><BR></FONT><P><FONT color=#993300><STRONG>The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his. </STRONG><BR></FONT><P><STRONG><FONT color=#993300>They embraced and walked away side by side.  </FONT></STRONG></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home5/876/6f24751aadf2fb86250c494701e64bf3/homep/images/1222927837">]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 01 Oct 2008 20:49:08 +0530</pubDate><link>http://paradiselost.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/10/01/THE-MOST-BEAUTIFUL-HEART.html</link></item><item><title>MOTHERS LOVE</title><description><![CDATA[<P dir=ltr align=left><FONT face=Verdana size=2>A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his Mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said: <BR><BR>For cutting the grass: <B>$5.00 </B><BR>For cleaning up my room this week: <B>$1.00 </B><BR>For going to the store for you: <B>$.50 </B><BR>Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: <B>$.25 </B><BR>Taking out the garbage: <B>$1.00 </B><BR>For getting a good report card: <B>$5.00</B> <BR>For cleaning up and raking the yard: <B>$2.00 </B><BR>Total owed: <B>$14.75</B> <BR><FONT color=#000080><BR>Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he'd written on, and this is what she wrote: <BR><BR>For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me: <BR></FONT></FONT><FONT color=#000080><FONT color=#008000>No Charge</FONT></FONT><FONT color=#008000> </FONT><FONT color=#000080><BR><BR>For all the nights that I've sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you: <BR><FONT color=#008000>No Charge </FONT><BR><BR>For all the trying times, and all the tears that you've caused through the years: <BR><FONT color=#008000>No Charge <BR></FONT><BR>For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead: <BR></FONT><FONT color=#008000>No Charge</FONT><FONT color=#000080><FONT color=#ff0000> </FONT><BR><BR>For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose: <BR><FONT color=#008000>No Charge </FONT><BR><BR>Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is: <BR><FONT color=#008000>No Charge. </FONT><BR><BR>When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said,</FONT><FONT color=#800080> "</FONT><FONT color=#000080><FONT color=#800080>Mom, I sure do love you." And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: "<B>PAID IN FULL"</B></FONT><FONT color=#800000>. </FONT><BR> </FONT> <BR><P dir=ltr align=left><B><FONT face=Verdana size=2>Lessons:</FONT></B> <BR><UL><BR><LI dir=ltr><BR><P dir=ltr align=left><FONT face=Verdana color=#008000 size=2>You will never how much your parents worth till you become a parent</FONT> </P><BR><LI dir=ltr><BR><P dir=ltr align=left><FONT face=Verdana color=#008000 size=2>Be a giver not an asker, especially with your parents. there is a lot to give, besides money.</FONT> </P></LI></UL><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home5/876/6f24751aadf2fb86250c494701e64bf3/homep/images/1222492919">]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 10:46:54 +0530</pubDate><link>http://paradiselost.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/09/27/MOTHERS-LOVE.html</link></item><item><title>MAA MUJE  ZINDAGI  DE DO</title><description><![CDATA[<P>KYA  MUJE ZINDAGI MILEGI </P><P>KYA MERI MAA KE HOTHON PAR</P><P>MUJE DEKH KAR MUSKAAN   KHILEGI?</P><P>MAIN BHI CHAHTI HOON  JEENA</P><P>MUJE BHI DE DO MAA TUM</P><P>KHUSHIYON KA BICHHONA</P><P> </P><P>NA KARO   MERI HATYA KA SHADYANTRA </P><P>MAIN BHI UDNA CHAHTI HOON  SWATANTRA</P><P>NA MARO MUJE  KOKH ME</P><P>EK BAAR  TO LE KE DEKHO MUJE APNI GOD ME</P><P> </P><P>MUJE BHI DEKHNA HAI YE SANSAAR</P><P> </P><P>MUJE THODA SA HI DE DENA</P><P> </P><P>APNI MAMTA KA DULAAR</P><P> </P><P>DE DO MUJE  MAA  TUM MERI ZINDAGI</P><P> </P><P>NO MAHEENE  DE APNI MAUT KE DARR SE</P><P>HAR PAL HOON   MAIN SISKI</P><P> </P><P>DE DO  MUJE TUM APNI BAHON  KA SAHARA</P><P>MAIN BHI BANANA  CHAHTI HOON  TUMHARI AANKHON KA SITARA</P><P> </P><P> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 21 Sep 2008 11:28:25 +0530</pubDate><link>http://paradiselost.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/09/21/MAA-MUJE-ZINDAGI-DE-DO-1.html</link></item><item><title>purani yaadein taaja karo</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><BR><FONT color=#ff0000>1.) </FONT><FONT color=#ff0000>&#2350;&#2331;&#2354;&#2368; 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&#2352;&#2361;&#2375; &#2341;&#2375;&#2404;<BR><BR></FONT><FONT color=#ff6666>6.) &#2340;&#2367;&#2340;&#2354;&#2368; &#2313;&#2337;&#2368;, &#2348;&#2360; &#2350;&#2375; &#2330;&#2338;&#2368;&#2404;<BR>&#2360;&#2368;&#2335; &#2344;&#2366; &#2350;&#2367;&#2354;&#2368;,&#2340;&#2379; &#2352;&#2379;&#2344;&#2375; &#2354;&#2327;&#2368;&#2404;&#2404;<BR>driver &#2348;&#2379;&#2354;&#2366; &#2310;&#2332;&#2366; &#2350;&#2375;&#2352;&#2375; &#2346;&#2366;&#2360;,<BR>&#2340;&#2367;&#2340;&#2354;&#2368; &#2348;&#2379;&#2354;&#2368; " &#2361;&#2335; &#2348;&#2342;&#2350;&#2366;&#2358; </FONT>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 17:53:28 +0530</pubDate><link>http://paradiselost.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/09/12/purani-yaadein-taaja-karo-1.html</link></item><item><title>bachpan</title><description><![CDATA[<STRONG>Bachpan Ka Zamana Hota Tha,<BR>Khushio.N Ka Khazana Hota Tha.<BR><BR>Chahat Chaand Ko Paane Ki,<BR>Dil Titli Ka Deewana Hota Tha.<BR><BR>Rone Ki Wajha Na Hoti Thi,<BR>Hasne Ka Bahana Hota Tha.<BR><BR>Khaber Na Thai Kuch Subho Ki,<BR>Na Shamo Ka Thikana Hota Tha.<BR><BR>Daadi Ki Kahani Hoti Thi,<BR>Pariuon Ka Fasana Hota Tha.<BR><BR>Pedho Ki Shakhe Chutey They,<BR>Mitti Ka Khilona Hota Tha.<BR><BR>Gam Ki Zuban Na Hoti Thi,<BR>Na Zakhmo Ka Paymana Hota Tha.<BR><BR>Barish Mein Kagaz Ki Kashti,<BR>Har Mousam Suhana Hota Tha.<BR><BR>Wo Khel Wo Sathi Hotey They,<BR>Har Rishta Nibhana Hota Tha.</STRONG> <br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home5/876/6f24751aadf2fb86250c494701e64bf3/homep/images/1221215557">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 15:59:25 +0530</pubDate><link>http://paradiselost.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/09/12/bachpan.html</link></item><item><title>waqt nahi</title><description><![CDATA[<FONT color=#cc6600><STRONG><FONT size=4>Har khushi Hai Logon Ke Daman Mein,<BR>Par Ek Hansi Ke Liye Waqt Nahi.<BR>Din Raat Daudti Duniya Mein,<BR>Zindagi Ke Liye Hi Waqt Nahi.<BR><BR>Maa Ki Loree Ka Ehsaas To Hai,<BR>Par Maa Ko Maa Kehne Ka Waqt Nahi.<BR>Saare Rishton Ko To Hum Maar Chuke,<BR>Ab Unhe Dafnane Ka Bhi Waqt Nahi.<BR><BR>Saare Naam Mobile Mein Hain,<BR>Par Dosti Ke Lye Waqt Nahi.<BR>Gairon Ki Kya Baat Karen,<BR>Jab Apno Ke Liye Hi Waqt Nahi.<BR><BR>Aankhon Me Hai Neend Badee,<BR>Par Sone Ka Waqt Nahi.<BR>Dil Hai Ghamon Se Bhara Hua,<BR>Par Rone Ka Bhi Waqt Nahi.<BR><BR>Paison ki Daud Me Aise Daude,<BR>Ki Thakne ka Bhi Waqt Nahi.<BR>Paraye Ehsason Ki Kya Kadr Karein,<BR>Jab Apane Sapno Ke Liye Hi Waqt Nahi.<BR><BR>Tu Hi Bata E Zindagi,<BR>Iss Zindagi Ka Kya Hoga,<BR>Ki Har Pal Marne Walon Ko,<BR>Jeene Ke Liye Bhi Waqt Nahi.......</FONT></STRONG> </FONT><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home5/876/6f24751aadf2fb86250c494701e64bf3/homep/images/1221214958">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 15:51:04 +0530</pubDate><link>http://paradiselost.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/09/12/waqt-nahi.html</link></item><item><title>true love</title><description><![CDATA[<P><FONT color=#ff0000 size=4><STRONG>A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on the road on a motorcycle...<BR>Girl: Slow down. Im scared.</STRONG></FONT></P><FONT color=#ff0000 size=4><STRONG><BR><P><BR>Guy: No this is fun.<BR>Girl: No its not. Please, its too scary!</P><BR><P><BR>Guy: Then tell me you love me.<BR>Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!</P><BR><P><BR>Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.<BR>Girl hugs him</P><BR><P><BR>Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself? Its bugging me.<BR>In the paper the next day :( A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people were on it, but only one had survived.<BR>The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his brakes broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him & felt her hug him one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.<BR><BR></STRONG></FONT><FONT color=#ff6600><FONT size=5>If there is anyone in life you love this much, please send this. Forward this to all your good friends on-line to show them that you care</FONT> </FONT></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home5/876/6f24751aadf2fb86250c494701e64bf3/homep/images/1220001958">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 14:52:22 +0530</pubDate><link>http://paradiselost.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/08/29/true-love.html</link></item><item><title>zindagi</title><description><![CDATA[<P>Ye Jo Zindagi Ki Kitaab Hai<BR>> > >Ye Kitaab Bhi Kia Kitaab Hai<BR>> > ><BR>> > ><BR>> > >Kahin Aik Hassen Sa Khuwab Hai<BR>> > >Kahin Jaan Leywa Aazab Hai<BR>> > ><BR>> > ><BR>> > >Kahin Aansoun Ki Hai Dastaan<BR>> > >Kahin Muskrahaton Ka Bayan<BR>> > ><BR>> > ><BR>> > >Kai Chehray Is Mein Chupe Howay<BR>> > >Aik Ajeeb Saa Ye Naqab Hai<BR>> > ><BR>> > ><BR>> > >Kahi Kho Deya ,Kahi PaA Liya<BR>> > >Kahi Roo Liya,Kahi Gaa Liya<BR>> > ><BR>> > ><BR>> > >Kahi Cheeen Leyti Hai Har Khushi<BR>> > >Kahi Meharban Be-Hisaab Hai<BR>> > ><BR>> > ><BR>> > >Kahi Chaoun Hai Kahi Dhoop Hai<BR>> > >Kahi Aur Hi Koi Roop Hai<BR>> > ><BR>> > ><BR>> > >Kahi Barqaton Ke Hain Barishain<BR>> > >Kahi Tashnagi Be Hisaab Hai.</P><BR><P>>>>ye jo  zindagi ki kitaab hai</P><BR><P>>>>ye kitab bhi kya kitaab hai</P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home5/876/6f24751aadf2fb86250c494701e64bf3/homep/images/1219415886">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 20:07:42 +0530</pubDate><link>http://paradiselost.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/08/22/zindagi.html</link></item></channel></rss>