<?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-8762188532902369609</id><updated>2012-02-01T00:30:34.017+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Anisha Saluja</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-1019105532892085484</id><published>2011-12-07T17:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-07T18:07:26.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Baba's love on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XEIwAIDZJ0Q/Tt9aD5gGncI/AAAAAAAAAU4/l6GMjGtvvNM/s1600/sai%2Bdham%2Bbaba.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XEIwAIDZJ0Q/Tt9aD5gGncI/AAAAAAAAAU4/l6GMjGtvvNM/s200/sai%2Bdham%2Bbaba.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683360277786435010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It was in year 2009, when I was pulled by Sai Baba like a Thread is attached to a Sparrow’s feet. Broken in heart, I was in search of a real power called God who could give me a shoulder to cry on and a new hope of living back again. I give credit to my cousin bhabhi who acquainted me to Baba and it was then that I started visiting Sai temple. I am a believer of God since I was a kid but I never felt this strong feeling of presence of God around me which I felt when connected to Baba. Everyday miracles bought me close to Baba every single moment. He taught me to build my faith in him. He called me to Shirdi thrice in 2010 which made my life happier every day. I learnt to leave my worries on him and keep moving in life. A broken heart was now a mended heart full of Baba’s love. There are hundreds of experiences but short of words to describe Baba’s mercy on my life. An incident which I promised to share goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was suffering with constant pain in chest from months, which I thought to be gastric pain and I was taking regular medicines for that. Pain was coming and going after every interval which was becoming a cause of concern for me. Once my doctor diagnosed it to be muscular pain and I was medicated for muscular pain. After taking medicines for a month, pain was still hitting me. On calling my doctor, he asked me to go for an X-ray of chest. It scared me that what could be the reason for this pain. Gaining strength I went for an X-ray which said that I had pleural thickening at bottom of my right lung. My doctor could not find out the reason for the thickening in lung and he advised me blood test and CT-Scan of chest. He said it could be an infection which might take months to cure or could be due to any other reason. The moment he said this, I was lost. Bad thoughts were occupying my mind for pleural thickening. I studied about its causes and cures on internet which made me more scared. I went for blood test the next day but was not able to prepare myself for CT-Scan and I spent 3 days in pain trying to gain strength to face it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I prayed to Baba to help me come out of that scary phase. Then I went to Sai Dham with Ruma di and decided to go for CT-Scan only after Vineet bhaiya gave me healing. Many people have come to Sai Dham where Vineet bhaiya gave them remedies according to Baba’s 11 vachans and healing to cure disease of people. He is a blessed child of Baba and a medium through which Baba himself help people get rid of their problems. He gave me healing, Baba’s udi and golden jal from Shirdi and consoled me to have faith on Baba and that my reports shall be normal. His words gave me immense strength. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Next day, I went to a Lab where after entering I saw a Baba’s photo hanging on Lab’s wall. I thought that now you are here with me and my reports shall be all fine. I went to 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; floor with my dad and on reaching 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; floor, I heard Baba’s bhajan being played. My eyes were full of tears and I cried until the lady called me inside for CT-Scan. She consoled me and asked me to lie down on that machine which I found very scary and it made me nervous. I was carrying a Baba’s small photo in my pocket. When I laid down the lady asked me if I ever had tuberculosis to which I said a loud No. I kept Baba’s photo on my chest and closed my eyes and in few minutes CT-Scan was over. I came out of the lab and reports were supposed to be delivered in the evening. As the time was passing, I was losing strength and only remembered Baba the whole day. I kept praying to him for my normal reports and was becoming weak. Fear of any complication in the report was becoming worst and negative thoughts of a problem in my chest were killing me inside. I went to Rohini Sai Mandir alongwith Swati who too is a devotee of Baba and she spent her whole day with me giving me faith. I did not eat anything and was numb the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Clock showed 6 and I reached the lab to collect my reports. I took it in my hand and sat at the reception where Baba’s photo was hanging. I closed my eyes and again prayed to him while I still had tears in my eyes. I took the reports out of the cover and opened my eyes with a jerk and read “No Complications” in caps and bold in the report. I cried out of happiness, stared at Baba’s photo for few minutes and thanked him a thousand times for saving me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It was only Baba who changed my reports of pleural thickening to normal. I was most happy and went to Baba’s temple again to thank him and prayed him to stay with me and by my side forever. I called up Vineet bhaiya and thanked him for his healing and giving me Baba’s udi and golden jal. Since then I don’t have any pain in my chest too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It is true that Sai is our Saviour, our Strength and our Everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-1019105532892085484?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/1019105532892085484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2011/12/babas-love-on-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/1019105532892085484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/1019105532892085484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2011/12/babas-love-on-me.html' title='Baba&apos;s love on me'/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XEIwAIDZJ0Q/Tt9aD5gGncI/AAAAAAAAAU4/l6GMjGtvvNM/s72-c/sai%2Bdham%2Bbaba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-4335792562511178156</id><published>2011-08-18T11:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-18T11:44:01.639+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Anna Hazare’s Crusade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-skIyZt-nXL8/Tkytngjx-aI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xqGOiyTH1SY/s1600/jan-lokpal-bill.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 88px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-skIyZt-nXL8/Tkytngjx-aI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xqGOiyTH1SY/s200/jan-lokpal-bill.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642075327454902690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yesterday while watching supporters of Hazare’s crusade against corruption outside Tihar Jail at 11 pm, candle light march, banners reading “Anna we are with you”, I was pleased to see the people converged to pillar a cause which, if succeeded, can change the portrait of the Indian economy to a large extent. Arresting Anna was an outrageous act done by the Government. But hearing Nation’s voice heeding his call to action was a blow up to Congress face. Slogans of “JAI HO” rejoiced my heart and I thought of Gandhi Ji. It appeared as if Gandhi Ji is back with his eternal and ceaseless spirit of making the Nation free from Corruption. His fight for demand of tough laws against corruption &amp;amp; fast onto death movement reminded me of Gandhi ji’s Quit India, Salt Satyagrah and Civil Disobedience movements where he did not surrendered but the Britishers laid down their arms in front of his non-violent but powerful weapon. Gandhi Ji’s spirit has entered Hazare. He is as ceaseless, as honest, as charming, as non-violent and virtuous as Mahatma Gandhi was. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Let us all come out in support of this veteran social activist for passing of “Jan Lok Pal” bill which if&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt; enacted would create an effective deterrence against corruption in India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;JAI HO…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:13.5pt;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;color:black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-4335792562511178156?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/4335792562511178156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2011/08/anna-hazares-crusade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/4335792562511178156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/4335792562511178156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2011/08/anna-hazares-crusade.html' title='Anna Hazare’s Crusade'/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-skIyZt-nXL8/Tkytngjx-aI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xqGOiyTH1SY/s72-c/jan-lokpal-bill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-2854691606202533662</id><published>2011-07-30T19:11:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-01T18:38:57.698+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yun to</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yun to zindagi k har safar pe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tera sath milta gaya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Na jane phir bhi kyun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ye akelapan sa hai    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yun to zindagi k iss daur mein &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Har mukaam milta gaya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Na jane phir bhi kyun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kuch juda sa hai    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yun to takdeer ne baahen failaye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Swaagat mera har pal kiya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Naa jane phir bhi kyun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ye dil tanha sa hai    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yun to jab bhi mud kar dekha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tu wahin khada dikhta raha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Naa jane phir bhi kyun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kuch dhundla sa hai    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kya hai wo jo akela hai sab mein? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kya hai wo jo juda hai mujh mein? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kya hai wo jo tanha hai dil mein? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kya hai wo jo dhundla hai jag mein?      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&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/8762188532902369609-2854691606202533662?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/2854691606202533662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2011/07/kya-hai-wo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/2854691606202533662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/2854691606202533662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2011/07/kya-hai-wo.html' title='Yun to'/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-7173438666600801931</id><published>2011-04-25T16:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:59:10.901+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cchKMjIFUxs/TbVREdAm47I/AAAAAAAAAP4/u4117rR3hBU/s1600/For-The-Giver-God-Will-Bless.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cchKMjIFUxs/TbVREdAm47I/AAAAAAAAAP4/u4117rR3hBU/s200/For-The-Giver-God-Will-Bless.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599470848653583282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 115%"&gt;An Altruistic Giver&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;Have you ever given in life without expecting? Have you ever been a help to somebody you do not know? Have you ever been a reason of some onez gleeful smile? Have you every prayed for somebody you just met once? And have you ever been in words with somebody, who hurt you and are not yours, just because you loved him once? Sigh! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Giving, Helping, being generous gives a sense of bliss but giving without expecting, helping without regretting and being generous even to the ones who hurt you is like pure bliss. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When one is a God’s child S/he don’t expect to be returned back with a favour. S/he guides with the best known answers irrespective of who have come to them. They forget the ignorance, fights, shouts and still stand beside for the sake of humanity and for the sake of the teachings they have learned from their Guru’s. They not only aid somebody for who he is externally but aid them for who they are internally. There resides God in every human being and when one is being benign and humane, S/he is being faithful to their Lord and Lord is the ultimate destination. He is the Goal, he is the Aim. He says be kind to others and I shall be kind to you. Be helpful to the needy and I shall be helpful to you. And if all this service is altruistic, none can outshine it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Be a Giver without expectation and see the change of life for better. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-7173438666600801931?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/7173438666600801931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2011/04/altruistic-giver-have-you-ever-given-in.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/7173438666600801931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/7173438666600801931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2011/04/altruistic-giver-have-you-ever-given-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cchKMjIFUxs/TbVREdAm47I/AAAAAAAAAP4/u4117rR3hBU/s72-c/For-The-Giver-God-Will-Bless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-4615113986611509814</id><published>2011-03-23T16:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-23T17:50:02.612+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Loving the Ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6yp0YZDvr4/TYnVYQ3WiqI/AAAAAAAAAOY/b8qVqczReQk/s1600/MoonGirl.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6yp0YZDvr4/TYnVYQ3WiqI/AAAAAAAAAOY/b8qVqczReQk/s200/MoonGirl.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587231425550518946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;On a golden beach she was leaning&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ogling at the silver moon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The glistening light was casing her face&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Embellishing the ugly scar so dark&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She smiled a tad to enliven the mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And shared with him a song to savor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She moved her lips n blinked her eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And shimmered the air, whilst quavered&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The moon then danced in joy of her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The stars appeared to see his love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She moved her way to veil her skin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And closed her eyes amid the clump&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He trembled as she softly grimed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Asked her cause of fogging skin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She wet her eyes n dipped a tear&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And resists falling in love with him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She said she has a blemish black&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And can’t be loved the way he does&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She said they’ll have to part their ways&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Moon then whispered in her ears&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All see their love in me at night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In me there is a blemish dark &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I should be ugly in their sight&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But Im hailed charming with a mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-4615113986611509814?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/4615113986611509814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2011/03/girl-with-moon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/4615113986611509814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/4615113986611509814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2011/03/girl-with-moon.html' title='Loving the Ugly'/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6yp0YZDvr4/TYnVYQ3WiqI/AAAAAAAAAOY/b8qVqczReQk/s72-c/MoonGirl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-7164182387686726245</id><published>2011-02-18T10:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-18T10:36:58.899+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WAITIN HERE FOR YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WT933v2s6x0/TV3-E8SswPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/IBlwOyr_j5w/s1600/3243655585_bd78511901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WT933v2s6x0/TV3-E8SswPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/IBlwOyr_j5w/s200/3243655585_bd78511901.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574891274612031730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I’ve bin waiting here for you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;To show how much I love you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Though you never get it on&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Without you what I am goin through&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;You come and leave me all the time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Veiling the feel you have for me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I keep on holding down the line&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;But I don’t know how to make you mine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;                                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I long for the days I’ve been with you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Following the dreams we’ve shared through&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Together we walked the streets in night&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;When you held my hand so tight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Though I still miss the time we spent&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Seems your heart was on a rent&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Now on that side my feelings lay&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;When you left and walked away&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-7164182387686726245?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/7164182387686726245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2011/02/waitin-here-for-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/7164182387686726245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/7164182387686726245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2011/02/waitin-here-for-you.html' title='WAITIN HERE FOR YOU'/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WT933v2s6x0/TV3-E8SswPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/IBlwOyr_j5w/s72-c/3243655585_bd78511901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-3638118097745626805</id><published>2011-02-02T15:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-02T15:47:11.787+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Born for a Purpose !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TUkvCPnxTCI/AAAAAAAAALw/cc8ufsvZPts/s1600/life-purpose.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TUkvCPnxTCI/AAAAAAAAALw/cc8ufsvZPts/s200/life-purpose.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569034129819913250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;At times I am startled at my own thoughts and feelings, which come at out of the ordinary hours. And similarly one thought occupied my mind yesterday while driving active back to my home. I was tired and next to exhausted with the screeching crowd and whistling vehicles on the road. Looking left and right and then straight was my activity when my mind asked me why am I born? It was an odd question at an odd hour. I ignored it and again after few seconds I was put to the same question, why am I born? And I thought of my Guru Sai. I whispered in my heart that God, I love you and adore you so much. You are more than my mother to me, always standing by my side, teaching me, testing me, loving me, and hugging me when I am crying. Why am I here on this earth so far from your world? Why am I not near you sitting in your lotus feet and watching your beautiful and pleasant face? Why am I not able to talk to you in person and listening to your command and see you smiling while consoling me? Why can’t I make you eat food prepared by my own self? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;And a voice answered. “My child, I am always near you, watching you, smiling with you, accepting all your love filled offerings. I am listening to you and answering you through your inner voice. Your inner voice is always my choice. Close your eyes and you can see me on calling my name with love and devotion. You are a part of me and sent on earth for my purpose. You have to realize that purpose and accomplish it with my teachings. As you are My child, you will face struggles, obstacles, barriers, disappointments and harassments which will make you strong. Your deeds and honesty is your way to heaven, your patience and faith in me is your way to Me. On fulfilling that purpose, I shall pull you back to me from earth in my own world and you can stay with me, see me and rest in my lotus feet. Your thirst will then be drenched.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;And I took a deep breath feeling that it is just a matter of 50-60 years that I am away from my destination, my God and on achieving the purpose I am made for, I will be back to my Lord. I feel I am on a “banvaas” of some years from my Sai Maa, which will end up one day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I shall be honest and faithful to the tasks assigned, to my godly purpose and to my goal. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-3638118097745626805?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/3638118097745626805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2011/02/born-for-purpose.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/3638118097745626805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/3638118097745626805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2011/02/born-for-purpose.html' title='Born for a Purpose !!'/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TUkvCPnxTCI/AAAAAAAAALw/cc8ufsvZPts/s72-c/life-purpose.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-6446591737957946041</id><published>2011-01-22T13:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-22T14:05:55.923+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What Goes Wrong??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TTqPM0t0rkI/AAAAAAAAALk/74FxNmrWvG8/s1600/right-way-wrong-way12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TTqPM0t0rkI/AAAAAAAAALk/74FxNmrWvG8/s200/right-way-wrong-way12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564917740041711170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Being into a right relationship is like kingdom of heaven on earth and being into a wrong one is just like you have entered into the hell almost before your time. Even if you’ve done flock of righteous deeds, with one wrong you land up in a state of misery for no good reason. They can either make or fracture your life into pieces. First few raindrops are like violin played in calm, dark desert night and the more we get them it feels like beating of drums. So are the relationships of our 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; century. Smooth at the beginning and Sore as the time progresses. Talks, which in the beginning takes your heart away, breaks it away at the later stage. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;What makes a relationship go wrong? What is it that makes your most cherished, most loved and desired person just another guy/girl? Is it the less space given, immaturity, lack of understanding, trust, diminishing age, fading love or just because you are bored stiff of the same old character? Is it the constant need of changing partners? Is it that you realize later off that you have got a partner and not a Soul Mate? And your search for soul mate begins after every break-up and you end up with multiple partners. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Relationships are less of a bonding and more of a game, rather Blame-Game. Keep blaming, keep moving and keep searching. A search which never ends. I am still searching for answers. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Are we wrong? Is the other person wrong? Are the circumstances wrong? Is a relationship wrong? Or is it the destiny which is playing its wrong part? Or may be a Right part.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Search in On … &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-6446591737957946041?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/6446591737957946041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-goes-wrong.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/6446591737957946041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/6446591737957946041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-goes-wrong.html' title='What Goes Wrong??'/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TTqPM0t0rkI/AAAAAAAAALk/74FxNmrWvG8/s72-c/right-way-wrong-way12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-2925041555782364488</id><published>2010-12-20T12:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-20T12:20:35.576+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TQ78Af2MvBI/AAAAAAAAALE/b0B7YpdDQwU/s1600/i%2Blive%2Bin%2Bshirdi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TQ78Af2MvBI/AAAAAAAAALE/b0B7YpdDQwU/s200/i%2Blive%2Bin%2Bshirdi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552652476073425938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SHIRDI NAGARIYA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; " &gt;Teri Shirdi ke gaon ka&lt;br /&gt;Dekha hai sunder roop&lt;br /&gt;Milti mamta ki chaaon&lt;br /&gt;Chatt jaati dukho ki dhoop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo neem ka meetha patta&lt;br /&gt;Deta mithaas bharpoor&lt;br /&gt;Dhuni tere masjid ki&lt;br /&gt;Karti har rog ko door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo aaye teri nagariya&lt;br /&gt;Wo haath na khali jaaye&lt;br /&gt;Tu hai har pal uske sang&lt;br /&gt;Vishwaas rago mein jagaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo bhakt hain tujhe pukare&lt;br /&gt;Har raah tu unki saware&lt;br /&gt;Na kar bande abhimaan&lt;br /&gt;Yahi gyaan to har pal pukare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere ghar angnaa mein bhi&lt;br /&gt;Sai Maa kabhi aa jana&lt;br /&gt;Jo bhaag hai kab se soye&lt;br /&gt;Apne darshan se jagaa jana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Sai&lt;br /&gt;Anisha&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/8762188532902369609-2925041555782364488?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/2925041555782364488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/12/shirdi-nagariya-teri-shirdi-ke-gaon-ka.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/2925041555782364488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/2925041555782364488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/12/shirdi-nagariya-teri-shirdi-ke-gaon-ka.html' title=''/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TQ78Af2MvBI/AAAAAAAAALE/b0B7YpdDQwU/s72-c/i%2Blive%2Bin%2Bshirdi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-8953556979718920589</id><published>2010-12-13T18:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:30:38.191+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TQYYw96ST7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/uZ3RdrEhksE/s1600/Spirit-of-Space-II_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TQYYw96ST7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/uZ3RdrEhksE/s200/Spirit-of-Space-II_1024x768.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550150820312534962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Black “EYE” or Black “I”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Do you believe that there exists an unseen force, a presence, a spirit or something that acts in an abnormal way to bring in bad luck and jinx to your life? Do you believe that there are strange harmful forces directed towards you to build a stumbling block in your destiny? Have there ever been worst kinda failures despite your blessed efforts to make it a hit? What is it that shockingly wakes you up at a dark mid-night? What can it be? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;A hard luck? Character? Destiny? A jinx? Present deeds? Past deeds? Past life effects? A Black Magic or may be A Black Eye?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Does black magic really subsist? Does it really have a negative impact on ones life? Are these harmful vibrations building its home in and around us? In this world of God who is so chaste, immortal and vigorous, can a black eye have a place of its own? I don’t want to but I believe it creates an environment of its own. Again I ask myself, how can a black eye craft negative waves when we have the most powerful God with us? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;And my mind reasons that though on one side we had Harry Potter and Dumbledore living for others good, we too had Voldemort breathing his joy of destructible magic. Voldemort had created a night-mare of his destroyed fondness but Potter’s spirit and Dumbledore’s espousal kept the pillar standing. In every life there will be birth of a Voldemort (black eye) loosing and existence of a Dumbledore (God’s power) winning. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Until we don’t have a negative spirit we don’t understand the true significance of the positive spirit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Keep the positive God with you to fight over the negative Voldemort of your life.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-8953556979718920589?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/8953556979718920589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/12/black-eye-or-black-i-do-you-believe.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/8953556979718920589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/8953556979718920589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/12/black-eye-or-black-i-do-you-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TQYYw96ST7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/uZ3RdrEhksE/s72-c/Spirit-of-Space-II_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-7891501548416235104</id><published>2010-11-18T11:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-08T14:19:03.140+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TOTCzTWiGHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WuRo50aEeCI/s1600/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TOTCzTWiGHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WuRo50aEeCI/s200/Picture1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540767628196452466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;NEVER LET YOU GO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it is true&lt;br /&gt;When they say that my world is you&lt;br /&gt;I believe you are always behind&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I turn in search of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see you standing there&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that I could hear&lt;br /&gt;You welcome me with a smile&lt;br /&gt;That leaves me happy with a tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of you then I sit&lt;br /&gt;And wonder how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;When you move to hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;I know I am made for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear to what you say&lt;br /&gt;With all attention I could pay&lt;br /&gt;And ask you not to worry&lt;br /&gt;For sure we’ll find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;And see your eyes that shine&lt;br /&gt;You ask me please don’t go&lt;br /&gt;Even in the hard of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and swear&lt;br /&gt;For you I’ll always care&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never let you cry&lt;br /&gt;Good time is back in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;And wrap a wish to fly&lt;br /&gt;To thank almighty God&lt;br /&gt;For he invited me to see&lt;br /&gt;That he kept you in store for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never ever tired of you&lt;br /&gt;I can never get enough of you&lt;br /&gt;With each and every breath I take&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say&lt;br /&gt;That I Love You..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-7891501548416235104?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/7891501548416235104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/11/never-let-you-go-i-know-that-it-is-true.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/7891501548416235104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/7891501548416235104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/11/never-let-you-go-i-know-that-it-is-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TOTCzTWiGHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WuRo50aEeCI/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-3604194010074173357</id><published>2010-11-11T12:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-11T12:21:15.352+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sai Deedaar - A poem by me for my Sai Deva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TNuSXANh5xI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jhFyJZYZ-zw/s1600/rohini%2Bbaba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TNuSXANh5xI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jhFyJZYZ-zw/s200/rohini%2Bbaba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538181090673551122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri goad mein sar rakh kar &lt;br /&gt;Sone ko tarasti hoon &lt;br /&gt;Teri aankhon ki chamak mein &lt;br /&gt;Ghul jane ko tarasti hoon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tere charno mein baith &lt;br /&gt;aasish pane ko tarasti hoon &lt;br /&gt;Abb to bata Sai &lt;br /&gt;kyun tujhse chahat itni karti hoon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maloom hai har pal &lt;br /&gt;Sath tu mere hota hai &lt;br /&gt;Har ik karam par mere &lt;br /&gt;Sai nazar tu rakhta hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raah sahi na ho to &lt;br /&gt;Uss raah se tu kheench leta hai &lt;br /&gt;Aur phir mere kadmo ko &lt;br /&gt;Sahi raah tu dikhla deta hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jab girne lagun main kabhi &lt;br /&gt;Mujhko tu utha leta hai &lt;br /&gt;Mere sar par haath tu rakh kar &lt;br /&gt;Phir pyar se sehla deta hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jab roti hain ye aankhen &lt;br /&gt;Unme deep tu jala deta hai &lt;br /&gt;Mere girte hue aansuon ko &lt;br /&gt;Moti tu bana deta hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udaas ho kar jab dekhun teri aur &lt;br /&gt;Ek vishwaas tu jaga deta hai &lt;br /&gt;Dikhla kar apni leelaayen &lt;br /&gt;Mujhe aur kareeb tu kar leta hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehta hai tu mujhse &lt;br /&gt;Teri chahat hogi puri &lt;br /&gt;Bharle tu apni jholi mein &lt;br /&gt;“Shraddha aur Saburi” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE Anisha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-3604194010074173357?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/3604194010074173357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/11/sai-deedaar-poem-by-me-for-my-sai-deva.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/3604194010074173357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/3604194010074173357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/11/sai-deedaar-poem-by-me-for-my-sai-deva.html' title='Sai Deedaar - A poem by me for my Sai Deva'/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TNuSXANh5xI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jhFyJZYZ-zw/s72-c/rohini%2Bbaba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-6158098318425583258</id><published>2010-09-20T16:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:36:33.852+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Continuous Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TJc_nowStYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yu4iKxFCV5M/s1600/lotus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TJc_nowStYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yu4iKxFCV5M/s200/lotus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518949818553251202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt worn out&lt;br /&gt;I was washed away&lt;br /&gt;I trembled of the fear&lt;br /&gt;Wrestling through the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nerves were loosing strength&lt;br /&gt;My senses were fading away&lt;br /&gt;I was about to sink&lt;br /&gt;And my heart got mislay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned up to the scriptures&lt;br /&gt;I went through the bible&lt;br /&gt;I clammed up all the suffering&lt;br /&gt;Focusing what HE had to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a ray of hope&lt;br /&gt;This knew me in n out&lt;br /&gt;And I saw Jesus claiming&lt;br /&gt;His love won’t ever go gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised not to sin&lt;br /&gt;I apologized the one on Altar&lt;br /&gt;And here I am today&lt;br /&gt;Shining like a Star&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-6158098318425583258?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/6158098318425583258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/09/continuous-dawn.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/6158098318425583258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/6158098318425583258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/09/continuous-dawn.html' title='Continuous Dawn'/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TJc_nowStYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yu4iKxFCV5M/s72-c/lotus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-5061443401981061411</id><published>2010-08-11T16:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-11T16:55:55.399+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TGKIm5aRdOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/bE8OHMdZnBY/s1600/prayeressential.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TGKIm5aRdOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/bE8OHMdZnBY/s200/prayeressential.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504111896427590882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POWER OF PRAYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying is nothing but “Talking to God”. It is telling God how much he means to us, it is telling him how thankful we are to him for giving us this life, it is telling him how much we are indebted to him for his grace on us. It is communicating with him about what we need from him, it is discussing our happiness and sorrows with him. It is asking him for harmony, peace and love. It is not time bound. An individual can pray anytime, day or night, any season, any occasion, any moment. Just close you eyes, imagine God standing in front of you and start conversing. Iv realized there is lot of Power in Praying. Think that God is listening to you for whatever you are saying. Think that he is going to grant you what you are asking from him. Expect positive results. Think that you have received what you have asked for. But to think all these while praying an individual should have one thing in him and that is “Faith”. Faith in God, Faith that he is the giver, he is the Father of this universe and we are his children and he will do that is best for us. When we place ourselves in his holy feet and place our faith entirely in him our Prayer becomes more powerful. Our prayer reaches him directly and He, Our Father, gives us what we ask for. He bestows Peace, Love, Happiness, Harmony, Strength, Courage, and Patience and blesses us with more Power of Praying. We should make it a habit of talking to God, praying him irrespective of time, not only when we need something from him but anytime and everytime to thank him for what all he has given us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Realize that when we are praying we are talking to the most Powerful Person in this entire Universe.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-5061443401981061411?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/5061443401981061411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/08/power-of-praying-praying-is-nothing-but.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/5061443401981061411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/5061443401981061411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/08/power-of-praying-praying-is-nothing-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TGKIm5aRdOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/bE8OHMdZnBY/s72-c/prayeressential.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-2210303525398285525</id><published>2010-07-21T15:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-21T15:53:10.486+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You will Stand Alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TEbKan7mtVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MJXLngRSxUg/s1600/alone-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TEbKan7mtVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MJXLngRSxUg/s200/alone-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496302953996662098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True when I hear that “You come alone in this world and go alone from this world”. And there is something else in between of this arrival and departure and that is “Staying”. I am surrounded by masses of people some phony and some real good souls (I feel they are good). In spite of bordered with good souls I feel a person is all alone at the end of the day. There were times when I needed a hand to hold me and I got several hands to hold me but when I wanted those hands to walk with me, none of them did. Every individual has his/her own limitations in walking along with the hands they hold saying that “they are with us”. But actually it is just a piece of word. Hands can hold us, lift us but they never come and walk with us. Each and every errand from top to bottom is to be done by us all alone. I have encountered and realized huge difference in our so called well-wishers saying and doing. A lot is said and nothing is done BUT it has given me something. It has given me a LESSON, a lesson which says that “An individual is one single identity and is alone in this big world”. At times I suspect that do I really need those hands and most of the times I get an answer “NO”. I believe in packing bags and walking towards my set Goal without looking for a hand to help me achieve it. And what is the need of a third hand when we have two of our own. :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I agree when my lord says “though a person is encircled by innumerable relations, he is still alone in this world to realize his destiny”. Even our own shadow leaves us sometimes. The early we understand this the early we will become mature to understand Life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single moment is teaching a lesson which I feel is a blessing of lord giving immense satisfaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-2210303525398285525?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/2210303525398285525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-will-stand-alone.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/2210303525398285525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/2210303525398285525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-will-stand-alone.html' title='You will Stand Alone.'/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TEbKan7mtVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MJXLngRSxUg/s72-c/alone-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-8566366911031840149</id><published>2010-07-01T18:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-01T18:28:40.857+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Change but for what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TCyQOf40yxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sTZJ2I3XKBY/s1600/sai+blessing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TCyQOf40yxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sTZJ2I3XKBY/s200/sai+blessing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488920624610200338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always hear people saying or rather complaining that change is the law of nature. I am saying here “complaining” because I believe that they keep chanting this mantra but somehow somewhere inside it takes hell out of them to accept this. Change profession and that is justified, why? because it is bringing in growth, advancement and few extra pounds too. Change your place of abode and that is justified, why? because it is a way in for sophisticated and erudite folks. Change your hair style, change your way of your attire, change your vehicle to a super hot S.U.V., change your mobile phones to some extra good looking sets. Change any acquisitive thing for good. But one thing a human should not change is “Soul”. When one changes his soul, he has changed his nature, he has changed his love for others and ultimately his relationships, his relationship with God and with his loved ones, who are always there standing behind him lending out arms of love. This change draws one apart from his people and one day it leaves him alone in this colossal world. And what good can one encounter by changing his heart for people?? What good can one encounter by leaving behind his nearest and dearest ones?? What good can one come across by leaving his family and staying all alone?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in change but Change of materialistic things and not of pious feelings or our earnest desire. I pray to my lord Sai to bring in a change in me to be more humble, grounded, generous, peaceful and most of all Loving my valued relationships.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is dedicated to my most precious friend Damanpreet Kaur..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-8566366911031840149?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/8566366911031840149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/07/change-but-for-what.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/8566366911031840149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/8566366911031840149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/07/change-but-for-what.html' title='Change but for what?'/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/TCyQOf40yxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sTZJ2I3XKBY/s72-c/sai+blessing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-4562104896045013488</id><published>2010-04-24T16:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-24T16:56:35.292+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/S9LOFjmu3EI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kXMA3DsbE9g/s1600/769-a-way-to-stay-friends-forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/S9LOFjmu3EI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kXMA3DsbE9g/s200/769-a-way-to-stay-friends-forever.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463655892806196290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there were two people “F” and “L”.. staying in two different corners of the city.. as it was destined, they met each other one day.. on spending some talkative hours both of them found that there were some things common in them and somewhere they shared a similar thinking.. both of them left an unforgettable mark on each others mind and on departing they felt that this is definitely not the first and the last conversation.. they got in touch again and started spending uncountable hours chatting, laughing, crying, eating, pampering, pulling legs, singing songs, sharing dreams, teaching, discussing life, enjoying and finally loving.. they cared for each other.. whenever any one was sad, the other consoled.. whenever any one was happy, the other tried to double the happiness.. whenever they met, they knew they were made for this.. whenever they were apart, they were surrounded with the feeling of togetherness.. and whenever they were together, their world was complete.. they were most pally with each other.. they were best of friends with no arguments, no annoyance and no anger.. they knew they’ll always be together.. they promised nobody would ever leave..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and one day took the wind out of sails.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“F” left.. “L” stayed.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why did “F” leave..?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be contd...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-4562104896045013488?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/4562104896045013488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/04/friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/4562104896045013488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/4562104896045013488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/04/friends.html' title='FRIENDS'/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/S9LOFjmu3EI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kXMA3DsbE9g/s72-c/769-a-way-to-stay-friends-forever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-447182609887689070</id><published>2010-03-24T16:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-24T16:31:29.980+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/S6nw7jrth_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/p1xu-DnQHHQ/s1600/reason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/S6nw7jrth_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/p1xu-DnQHHQ/s200/reason.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452153729890224114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESCAPING???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is always crammed with reasons in life. We win and embrace the entire recognition our self but at our failure there are innumerable persons we think are accountable for it. They are our “parents”, “friends”, “colleagues”, “neighbours”, “acquaintances” and if nothing else then “Destiny”. I always agree to when it is said that if it’s not in your destiny you don’t get it. But can we blame the destiny wholly? No, we just can’t. To our failure, there must have been points where we would have gone wrong. There must have been instances which required our 100% but we didn’t give it. There are times when we are striving hard or hardest to achieve our goal. We spend our most precious years to make the dream come true. We ignore our family, friends, loved ones and almost everyone on this earth and we see only THAT thing as a bird’s eye that is to be attacked and achieved. We have sleepless nights and a thronged mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one day we get worn-out of combating for our most wanted dream. We think it’s better to change direction. We don’t feel the ignition in ourselves to stand-up fight for it anymore. And finally we are on a different track. A new beginning altogether or may be the same old path that was left by us. And we always have reasons of retreat from our confronting course. We try to blend in the then existing stage, try to budge our mind from our strongest desire. And we again encounter new and old chapters in our lives which give their judgment on our performances. Still there exists a sense of dissatisfaction of soul. We tell and make understand our heart and mind that “No, what I was fighting for can’t be brought to fruition”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But years after on some good day we feel why we backed out? Why we didn’t make it? Why did I shelve? We are filled with regret.  Finally we realize that we need to strongly fix on, to convert dreams into reality, for our every verdict further arranges a series of episodes for us. We cannot fail, we just cannot be frail either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to Wake up, struggle, achieve and never back out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-447182609887689070?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/447182609887689070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/03/escaping-one-is-always-crammed-with.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/447182609887689070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/447182609887689070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/03/escaping-one-is-always-crammed-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/S6nw7jrth_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/p1xu-DnQHHQ/s72-c/reason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-4249988134929304376</id><published>2010-02-19T17:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:19:22.290+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/S356IWqYnkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0KYnC8f0Nck/s1600-h/overcoming-cancer-man-arms-open.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/S356IWqYnkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0KYnC8f0Nck/s200/overcoming-cancer-man-arms-open.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439919683851034178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;LIVING IN FAITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what keeps us going in life when everything seems to be a hard rock. When circumstances are not moving as we yearn. When all seems to be on a standstill. When we know we are on the edge of all the light we know. When we are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown. Faith is the fix that buries Fear. Fear of not achieving, Fear of defeat, Fear of not being acknowledged, Fear of being left behind, Fear of getting the wrong end of the stick, Fear of Fearing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaking in Faith and having a lie-down in Faith. Dreaming - that too in Faith that Yes, tomorrow may comes &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;THE DA&lt;/span&gt;Y. The day which I am living for, the day which has kept me alive for so many years, the day which is not letting me sleeps, the day I pleaded for day and night, the day I cried aloud for, the day that I would embrace, the day that I would cherish, the day I would never want it to go. Faith tells us not to fear for either we’ll have something solid to stand on or we’ll be taught how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this light of faith revolutionizes the entire negativity and offer boons. The dire delay may end soon. The fantasy may become the reality. The birds may start chirping again. The breeze may start soothing the soul again.  The flowers may start blossoming again. The Sun may start shining again. There may be a Dawn or a “&lt;b&gt;Continuous Dawn&lt;/b&gt;”..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-4249988134929304376?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/4249988134929304376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/02/living-in-faith-this-is-what-keeps-us.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/4249988134929304376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/4249988134929304376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2010/02/living-in-faith-this-is-what-keeps-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/S356IWqYnkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0KYnC8f0Nck/s72-c/overcoming-cancer-man-arms-open.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-9075950933664106025</id><published>2009-12-30T19:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:09:38.672+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/SztX8xDWBUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZLBvjenxQu8/s1600-h/Towards%202010%20(small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421023277941654850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/SztX8xDWBUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZLBvjenxQu8/s200/Towards%25202010%2520(small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Read an article some time back, would like to share here, as the questions raised there were the ones those are in everybody’s heart and mind. The difference is, at times they come out and most of the times they are buried inside un raised and unanswered. They are figured out as simple ones but are profound indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whom should one regard as the most important person?&lt;br /&gt;2. What should be deemed to be the most important work or action in life?&lt;br /&gt;3. Which should be taken to be the most opportune moment in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before answering let me interrupt here. I am a “Sai Baba” devotee and trust him blindly. There isn’t any truth except him. Trust me “Baba” is miraculous. I never trust the stars; I trust the one who made them. Iv read some religious books and read about Baba’s magic. Although I agree to all his preaching’s but can’t implement all of them in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Now, why iv mentioned this here, you will learn it later.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let me answer the questions now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One should treat the person before one as the most important one. It implied that the person confronting you deserves to be treated properly and with due regard so that S/he returns fairly satisfied after meeting you.&lt;br /&gt;2. The most important work or undertaking is the one that you have in hand right now. Put your heart, mind and soul into finishing the task. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. On coming to the question as to which is the most important time, the present moment should be treated as the most opportune one. It is the meeting point of 2 eternities- the vast past that is gone and the unknown future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the answers seemed to be so simple as if driving on a road as smooth as butter but it is hard to implement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody asked a last question that if success was the most important thing in life? And I was as pleased as I can with the answer. It goes like, “Success is indeed a man’s chief business in life, but remember that Achievement is above Success and Reputation above Celebrity Status”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year is just a day away, lets all make it a point that we keep in mind the words to the last question (as I myself cannot go completely by the answers to the first 3 questions :-) ) and lead our lives accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another Day, another Month, another Year, another Smile, another Tear, another Winter, A Summer too, But there will never be Another You. Be Honest, Be Wise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WISH YOUR NEW YEAR COUNTDOWN BE FILLED WITH TONS OF LOVE, HAPPINESS AND SUCCESS.&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS US ALL.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-9075950933664106025?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/9075950933664106025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2009/12/read-article-some-time-back-would-like.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/9075950933664106025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/9075950933664106025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2009/12/read-article-some-time-back-would-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/SztX8xDWBUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZLBvjenxQu8/s72-c/Towards%25202010%2520(small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-9154170506846267238</id><published>2009-09-25T12:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:05:17.945+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/SrxyBRRGFnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wJWl64-01GU/s1600-h/happiness_quotes_graphics_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/SrxyBRRGFnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wJWl64-01GU/s200/happiness_quotes_graphics_01.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385304620568811122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BELIEVE YOU COULD TOUCH THE SKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Happiness doesn’t need any reason or occasion. It is there inside you and you get it when you feel it. Neither there is anyone for the cause of your distress nor for your joy. Its only one person for the charge of your joy, of your bliss and that’s &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;“YOU”&lt;/b&gt;. Your parents cannot create happiness in your lives, your spouse cannot, your children cannot, they can only &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;“&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;SHARE”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; your happiness and the same way your sorrows too. There is a black board or say “blank board” in front of you, just with your name written. You have to write your own story. You are the architect of your own destiny. You are the creator and you are the destroyer. Feel contented. Love yourself. Love everything you can. Love everyone you can. And you will get it back. You live, you study, you earn, you marry, you become parent, (all to be happy), you give and then you expect something in return and when you don’t get it, something in your soul cries. Don’t expect, just believe that when you are giving, releasing energy in high spirits while you are happy in your heart; you are on the path of receiving automatically which again brings you happiness. So where did you started from? You started from being happy yourself. Feel happy about yourself and people will be happy because of you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;LOVE YOURSELF AND TRUST YOURSELF.. AND SKY IS NOT THE LIMIT..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Be Blissful, Be Wise. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-9154170506846267238?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/9154170506846267238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2009/09/believe-you-could-touch-sky-happiness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/9154170506846267238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/9154170506846267238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2009/09/believe-you-could-touch-sky-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/SrxyBRRGFnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wJWl64-01GU/s72-c/happiness_quotes_graphics_01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-5398598460431340336</id><published>2009-08-18T18:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:05:56.775+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helplessness brings Serenity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It is painful to see the one you love in despair.. it is painful to see that the one you adore is fighting for something he doesn’t wants you to be a part of.. it hurts to feel helpless.. it hurts to feel powerless to affect the cause.. the hardest feelings is to feel helpless.. it makes heart cry like an infant.. the feeling prick every inch of soul and kills.. it breaks from inside.. the strength seems to be washing away.. it brings anger, irritation, distrust, isolation.. then it forces you to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I unable to do anything? &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/SoqucrCKxcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dQdyqxglajk/s1600-h/helplessness.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371297313204127170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/SoqucrCKxcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dQdyqxglajk/s200/helplessness.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not a part of it?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I change everything for his good?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I protect him from uncontrollable control? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did he lost trust in me?&lt;br /&gt;Why the most deserving is in agony?&lt;br /&gt;Why is the GOD’s favourite child put to the callous testing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are helpless to answer the self asked questions because if you would had the answers the questions wouldn't had been raised inside.. Life is a court and you are put on trial every day by unidentified foe or identified ally.. Very less times in life you feel helpless to help others because very less times you love and are loved and it makes you go weak in knees to bring in a change.. a change of happiness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try and love the feeling of helplessness.. embrace it once and you’ll realize that it is not as bad as you thought.. And thus this helplessness brings in a change.. it releases lots of energy which brings p&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/Soqs5_RnnRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/d3u7eMJiMlU/s1600-h/helplessnesss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371295617830591762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/Soqs5_RnnRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/d3u7eMJiMlU/s200/helplessnesss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;atience, serenity, tranquility, self control and power to face and manage any situation in life.. it makes you more strong to bear the brunt of problems.. it erases the guilt which you carry for being helpless.. and you think of ways to wipe out the sorrows from life.. you become extremely ignited to burn away the grief and heartache.. you find successful ways to alter the situation.. you start feeling a part by making a difference.. you are able to protect.. you are able to bring the GOD’s favourite child out of the mess.. and you realize that you are no longer helpless to control, to manage.. the more you practice embracing helplessness rather than crying over it, the less you will be victimised and inculcate in yourself a power to love and give..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad time is like dawn and dusk, it comes and goes.. what is left behind is faith, belief, understanding, patience, hope and Love.. its makes you a better person with serenity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you win back everything you thought you lost as “When the Going Gets Tough, the Tough Gets Going” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-5398598460431340336?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/5398598460431340336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2009/08/helplessness-brings-serenity-it-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/5398598460431340336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/5398598460431340336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2009/08/helplessness-brings-serenity-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/SoqucrCKxcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dQdyqxglajk/s72-c/helplessness.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-7501908103063981336</id><published>2009-07-30T17:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:32:17.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reality Show a Threat??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/SnGITKklkRI/AAAAAAAAADE/xoY4fkrMWo8/s1600-h/sach+ka+saamna.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364218494011674898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/SnGITKklkRI/AAAAAAAAADE/xoY4fkrMWo8/s200/sach+ka+saamna.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now isn’t it outlandish that the politicians of our country are frittering time on proving “&lt;em&gt;Sach ka Saamna&lt;/em&gt;”- a reality show as a threat to Indian culture. Are the most delicate and significant problems of our country like poverty, unemployment, uneducation, corruption, terrorism dead?? No, they still exist and will keep on existing till they’ll realize that these all require immediate actions rather than devil's advocating on a reality show. After all it is a show. The contestants are not hesitant of coming to the show and revealing their inner most secrets and truth to their families or audience then how does it makes a difference to the politicians?? Why are they afraid of hearing the reality? Or do they fear of being called to the show someday and reveal their pasts? or they fear of disclosing their deeds which they had concealed to be under the cloud forever? Will it bring a blot to their character if they are called upon?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Gay Sex” is decriminalized. Is it not a matter of shame when they talk openly about it? Do our politicians find it ethical and cultured? Is it not hurting our elder generation or spoiling our present generation? Yes it is!! But they’ll defend it.. Why?? Because it is “&lt;em&gt;MATTER OF CONVENIENCE&lt;/em&gt;” for our politicians. When something puts their dignity on stake, things become unethical lest everything is ethical and cultured. A show should be taken just as a show. The Delhi High Court on Wednesday said “moral policing” was not its job and advised those offended by the TV show ‘Sach Ka Saamna’ to switch off their TV sets if it offends their sensibilities. Now there couldn’t be any better solution for our dear politicians :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-7501908103063981336?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/7501908103063981336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2009/07/reality-show-threat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/7501908103063981336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/7501908103063981336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2009/07/reality-show-threat.html' title='Reality Show a Threat??'/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/SnGITKklkRI/AAAAAAAAADE/xoY4fkrMWo8/s72-c/sach+ka+saamna.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8762188532902369609.post-1241062879067985478</id><published>2009-07-30T10:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:08:01.824+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TRANQUILITY OF SOUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What does it takes to be at “&lt;em&gt;PEACE&lt;/em&gt;” in life? When is it that one says it ho himself that “I am really happy today”? When we win? When we earn pounds? When we become an I.A.S.? When we are loved? When we get married? NO!!! These are all materialistic things that makes us contended for a while. But the fact is that it is not lasting. Happiness and sorrows are like dawn and dusk which comes and goes. Can anybody really stay in the nebulous clouds of happiness forever? When we are in the midst of the most horrible tribulations of our lives, when nothing seems to be working, what is it that works for us? Saves us? Are they the one who call themselves our friends? Is it our success? Is it our million pounds? Or is the treasured love of our life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!! To an extent they are… as they are the reformed blessings of “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Master&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”. Master - the creator, the destroyer, the benefactor, the taker, omnipresent entity of this world. Only he is ubiquitous a&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/SnEv50k0OdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Hb9AfNLI4tg/s1600-h/god+connection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364121301587081682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/SnEv50k0OdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Hb9AfNLI4tg/s200/god+connection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd chaste. By his command one attains pleasure, glory and greatness. It is he who blesses &amp;amp; forgives or can make one wander aimlessly. The one who understands his command does not speak in ego. The world is hungry and the hunger of the hungry is not appeased even by piling up loads of worldly goods. These worldly goods are the mandatory duties on us which cannot be escaped. When we perform them at our best that is the moment we feel connected to the Master. Beside performing our duties one must reminisce “HIS” name. Only MASTER is true and true is his infinite love. By remembering him, pain is sent away &amp;amp; something comes to home and to our heart !!! That is “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;INNER PEACE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8762188532902369609-1241062879067985478?l=anishasaluja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/feeds/1241062879067985478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2009/07/tranquility-of-soul.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/1241062879067985478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8762188532902369609/posts/default/1241062879067985478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishasaluja.blogspot.com/2009/07/tranquility-of-soul.html' title='TRANQUILITY OF SOUL'/><author><name>Anisha Saluja - Ceaseless Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243519496020438744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x464M7cc3vk/Tpv6YOpxUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5YT6pf-aD2U/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cjB7V_1xNnA/SnEv50k0OdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Hb9AfNLI4tg/s72-c/god+connection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
