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  <title>Life is beautiful with loved ones!</title>
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  <updated>2006-09-22T16:06:47Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:charik:4687</id>
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    <title>My celebrity look alikes :-)</title>
    <published>2006-09-22T16:06:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-22T16:06:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a title="MyHeritage - free genealogy software" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - free genealogy software" href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="574" alt="" width="500" border="0" src="http://69.93.254.120/G/storage/site1/files/05/96/78/059678_767276e49041543gdyvs14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:charik:4437</id>
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    <title>Hanging on!!</title>
    <published>2006-09-18T12:29:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-18T12:29:32Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid215/p86c6abeb7cc576badcefdc4b0a05dc0b/ececae5f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:charik:4246</id>
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    <title>Langar (Free Kitchen)</title>
    <published>2006-08-14T08:50:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-14T08:50:43Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">The Langar or free kitchen was started by the first Sikh Guru, Guru Nanak Dev Ji. It is designed to uphold the principle of equality between all people of the world regardless of religion, caste, colour, creed, age, gender or social status. In addition to the ideals of equality, the tradition of Langar expresses the ethics of sharing, community, inclusiveness and oneness of all humankind. "..the Light of God is in all hearts." (Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji Page 282) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in history, Guruji designed an institution in which all people would sit on the floor together, as equals, to eat the same simple food. It is here that all people high or low, rich or poor, male or female, all sit in the same pangat (literally "row" or "line") to share and enjoy the food together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about langar visit &lt;a href="http://www.sikhiwiki.org/index.php?title=Langar"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:charik:3937</id>
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    <title>The Bridge Across Forever</title>
    <published>2006-08-07T15:15:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-07T15:38:18Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#333333"&gt;I think it is possible for two people to change together and enrich instead of trying to diminish each other. The sum of one and one if they are the right ones can be infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the bridge across forever, arching above the sea, adventuring for our pleasure, living mysteries for the fun of it, choosing disasters triumphs challenges impossible odds, testing ourselves over and again, learning love and love and LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Richard Bach (&lt;em&gt;The Bridge Across Forever&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:charik:3726</id>
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    <title>Modern Technology - Watch</title>
    <published>2006-08-07T11:32:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-07T11:32:10Z</updated>
    <category term="jokes"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#333333"&gt;There was a gentleman walking with two heavy suitcases in an airport terminal. Someone approached and asked him what time it was. The gentleman bends down to park the two heavy suitcases and stares at his watch. But this was no ordinary watch! He touches a tiny button and his administrative assistant's face appears.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#333333"&gt;He asks her, "Mary, what time is it?" Mary answers instantly and with a smile! The questioner is thoroughly impressed!!! He asks, "What kind of a watch is that?" "It's like a TV with two-way real-time communication," the gentleman explains. He adds that the watch is the latest technology with Intel's brand new 128-bit chip with processor speed of 10 Gigahertz. The onlooker is now quite impressed and wanted to know if he could buy this watch from the gentleman. They agree on a price and the cash was handed immediately.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentleman takes his watch out and hands it over and then walks away. The new owner stares at the two heavy suitcases and shouts, "Sir, you forgot your suitcases." The gentleman stops, smiles, and replies, "No, they are yours now. They are the modems you need for your new watch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:charik:3449</id>
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    <title>Blossom Within!</title>
    <published>2006-07-20T14:17:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-20T14:22:59Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid210/p9312c407b533953a2629ad8248298ce8/edeb6dbe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#003300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#99cc00"&gt;&lt;font color="#003300"&gt;Beauty Lies Inside!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:charik:3104</id>
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    <title>Fight for Life or Life for Fight?</title>
    <published>2006-07-11T15:25:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-12T17:33:57Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid209/p133ac4f29b590c0be5efc99664740d14/ee11e492.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:charik:2928</id>
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    <title>Beautiful Angel</title>
    <published>2006-07-11T08:17:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-12T17:28:51Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#003300"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen such a sight... &lt;br /&gt;Those round hazelnut mystic eyes &lt;br /&gt;Those hands and feet &lt;br /&gt;Those toes and fingers... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way she smiles at me &lt;br /&gt;When she hugs me and never lets go &lt;br /&gt;When she falls asleep in my arms &lt;br /&gt;When she gets mad and slams the door &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way she talks and tells stories &lt;br /&gt;The way she never lets me fall asleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be this beautiful angel was actually sent for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:charik:2598</id>
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    <title>Bird of Pray</title>
    <published>2006-07-11T07:02:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-12T17:29:42Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid209/p0aff6063277dfce1f9b15d903dd2e533/ee1685d9.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sparrows are chirping and dawn has come, the wind stirs up the waves. &lt;br /&gt;Its such a beautiful time to Pray!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:charik:2423</id>
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    <title>Gatka</title>
    <published>2006-07-05T11:17:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-12T17:31:02Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid209/pdd01f6ec63e28306fab62c2144cbdc07/ee2e491f.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gatka is a traditional Sikh martial art for self-defence. Gat means grace, liberation, and respect in one's own power. Ka means one who belongs or one who is part of a group. Gatka means one whose freedom belongs to grace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was originally created along three principles: &lt;br /&gt;1) It had to be easy to learn &lt;br /&gt;2) It had to make use of every possible weapon &lt;br /&gt;3) It had to allow for fighting multiple opponents at once &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately much of it has been lost and what is left primarily exists only through oral tradition. &lt;br /&gt;But recently Gatka has grown again in the hearts and minds of the new generation of Sikhs. Now, in the 21st century, martial artists in the West are slowly beginning to recognize Gatka and inquire about it. &lt;br /&gt;So here's a glimpse of it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:charik:2145</id>
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    <title>How the Monkeys Saved the Fish</title>
    <published>2006-07-05T09:28:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-12T17:44:38Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">The rainy season that year had been the strongest ever and the river had broken its banks. There were floods everywhere and the animals were all running up into the hills. The floods came so fast that many drowned except the lucky monkeys who used their proverbial agility to climb up into the treetops. They looked down on the surface of the water where the fish were swimming and gracefully jumping out of the water as if they were the only ones enjoying the devastating flood. &lt;br /&gt;One of the monkeys saw the fish and shouted to his companion: "Look down, my friend, look at those poor creatures. They are going to drown. Do you see how they struggle in the water?" "Yes," said the other monkey. "What a pity! Probably they were late in escaping to the hills because they seem to have no legs. How can we save them?" "I think we must do something. Let's go close to the edge of the flood where the water is not deep enough to cover us, and we can help them to get out." &lt;br /&gt;So the monkeys did just that. They started catching the fish, but not without difficulty. One by one, they brought them out of the water and put them carefully on the dry land. After a short time there was a pile of fish lying on the grass motionless. One of the monkeys said, "Do you see? They were tired, but now they are just sleeping and resting. Had it not been for us, my friend, all these poor people without legs would have drowned." &lt;br /&gt;The other monkey said: "They were trying to escape from us because they could not understand our good intentions. But when they wake up they will be very grateful because we have brought them salvation."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Traditional African Folktale &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:charik:1990</id>
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    <title>Follow me - Follow you</title>
    <published>2006-07-03T15:02:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-12T17:49:04Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid209/p52e858f3aaa48ed7cbc0e57298cfa77d/ee37bc2e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:charik:1656</id>
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    <title>Football on wheels</title>
    <published>2006-07-03T10:57:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-12T17:49:39Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid209/p0576e52b257101306fd5eb2f65b9d66d/ee386e9d.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With craze of Football on its peak, presenting new format - Football on wheels :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:charik:1492</id>
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    <title>And who says Graveyards are scary?</title>
    <published>2006-06-29T08:11:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-12T17:50:36Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid208/pf48b05c443a3288c043787b0d231520a/ee468099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:charik:1249</id>
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    <title>Football is Religion</title>
    <published>2006-06-28T10:29:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-12T17:52:12Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid208/p3b535cc21e39d5d33ebb10a8ae06397f/ee4a0342.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football is indeed religion! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:charik:809</id>
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    <title>Blink and its gone!</title>
    <published>2006-06-28T10:19:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-12T17:52:59Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid208/pff41cc3feedd548ddd3e3da2f8146c84/ee4a0850.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the blink of an eye, moment by moment, life is passing by! &lt;br /&gt;The mortal does not give up his worldly entanglements; the Messenger of Death walks in and beats the drum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:charik:633</id>
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    <title>Sara Teasdale - Come</title>
    <published>2005-06-15T09:29:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-12T17:56:18Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#003300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, when the pale moon like a petal &lt;br /&gt;Floats in the pearly dusk of spring, &lt;br /&gt;Come with arms outstretched to take me, &lt;br /&gt;Come with lips pursed up to cling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, for life is a frail moth flying, &lt;br /&gt;Caught in the web of the years that pass, &lt;br /&gt;And soon we two, so warm and eager, &lt;br /&gt;Will be as the gray stones in the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:charik:475</id>
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    <title>Down By The Salley Gardens</title>
    <published>2005-06-14T13:36:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-12T17:57:16Z</updated>
    <category term="poetry"/>
    <lj:music>Roxette - It must have been love</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#003300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down by the salley gardens &lt;br /&gt;My love and I did meet &lt;br /&gt;She passed the salley gardens &lt;br /&gt;With little snow-white feet. &lt;br /&gt;She bid me take love easy &lt;br /&gt;As the leaves grow on the tree &lt;br /&gt;But I, being young and foolish &lt;br /&gt;With her did not agree. &lt;br /&gt;In a field by the river &lt;br /&gt;My love and I did stand &lt;br /&gt;And on my leaning shoulder &lt;br /&gt;She laid her snow-white hand. &lt;br /&gt;She bid me take life easy &lt;br /&gt;As the grass grows on the weirs &lt;br /&gt;But I was young and foolish &lt;br /&gt;And now am full of tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Words: W. B. Yeats, 1889.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Yeats' poems, Down by the Salley Gardens is a typical story of inexperienced youth in the realm of love. The final two lines hold the key to the theme of the poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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