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The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. >> Happy new year - shibs

Friends in different stages of life…..

In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red
crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one.

In primary school your idea of a good friend was the person helped you stand up to the
class bully; shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus;
saved a seat on the back of the bus for you; knew who you had a crush on and
never understood why.

In secondary school your idea of a good friend was the person who let you copy
their social studies homework; went to that "cool" party with you so you wouldn't
wind up being the only freshie there; did not let you lunch alone.
In preuniversity

your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides
in their new car; convinced your parents that you shouldn't be grounded;
consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan; found you a date to the prom
or went to the prom with you (both without dates); helped you pick a university
and assured you that you would get into that university; helped you deal with
your parents who were having a hard time letting you go.

On the threshold of adulthood your idea of a good friend was the person who was
there when you just couldn't deal with your parents; assured you that now that
you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it through anything;
just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories;
and reassured you that you would make it in university as well as you had these past
18 years; and most importantly sent you off to university knowing you were loved.

Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better
of the two choices, hold your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off
those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there,
reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but
understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that
you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear
up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when
they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly loves you!

Well hi guys my name is Rakesh. I'm shibu's Friend. You might have seen my other blogs godproposes, godproposes2 or my site. Well in many ways I and shibu are two different personalities we always have a different opinion about many things but we do have many common interests too. So I'm in a sense his reflection. I shall be contributing to this blog as well. I'm also a moderator in site Techenclave. This is just a intro post. Will be posting regularly.

Lots of interesting things to come...

It takes root and grows, one day at a time.Infatuation is marked by a feeling of insecurity. You are excited and eager, but not genuinely happy. There are nagging doubts, unanswered questions, little bits and pieces about your beloved that you would just as soon not examine too closely. It might spoil the dream.

Love is the quiet understanding and mature acceptance of imperfection. It is real. It gives you strength and grows beyond you - to bolster your beloved. You are warmed by their presence, even when they are away. Miles do not separate you. You have so many wonderful little films in your head that you keep replaying. But near or far, you know they are yours, and you can wait.

Infatuation says, "We must get married right away. I can't risk losing them."Love says, "Be patient. Don't panic. Plan your future with confidence."

Infatuation has an element of sexual excitement. Whenever you are together, you hope it will end in intimacy.Love is not based on sex. It is the maturation of friendship, which makes sex so much sweeter. You must be friends before you can be lovers.Infatuation lacks confidence. When they're away, you wonder if they're cheating. Sometimes, you check.Love means trust. You are calm, secure and unthreatened. Infatuation might lead you to do things you will regret, but love never steers you in the wrong direction. It makes you feel whole. It completes the circle. It fills the empty space in your heart. Love is elevating. It lifts you up. It makes you look up. It makes you think up. It makes you a better person than you were before. If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things you don't have. If there is no love in your life, whatever else there is has a lot less meaning.

Mark was walking home from school one day when he noticed the boy ahead of him had tripped and dropped all of the books he was carrying, along with two sweaters, a baseball bat, a glove and a small tape recorder. Mark knelt down and helped the boy picks up the scattered articles.

Since they were going the same way, he helped to carry part of the burden. As they walked Mark discovered the boy's name was Bill, that he loved video games, baseball and history, and that he was having lots of trouble with his other subjects and that he had just broken up with his girlfriend.

They arrived at Bill's home first and Mark was invited in for a Coke and to watch
some television. The afternoon passed pleasantly with a few laughs and some shared
small talk, then Mark went home. They continued to see each other around school, had lunch together once or twice, then both graduated from junior high school. They ended up in the same high school where they had brief contacts over the years.

Finally the long-awaited senior year came and three weeks before graduation,
Bill asked Mark if they could talk. Bill reminded him of the day years ago when
they had first met. "Did you ever wonder why I was carrying so many things home that day?" asked Bill. "You see, I cleaned out my locker because I didn't want to leave a mess
for anyone else. I had stored away some of my mothers sleeping pills and I was
going home to commit suicide. But after we spent some time together talking and
laughing, I realized that if I had killed myself, I would have missed that time and
so many others that might follow. So you see Mark, when you picked up those books that day, you did a lot more, you saved my life."