<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of Abhishek Dubey</title><link>http://abhismart.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of Abhishek Dubey</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>A life in your hands</title><description><![CDATA[<font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2"><BR>If a child lives with criticism, he learns to condemn;<BR> If a child lives with hostility, he learns to fight;<br><BR> If a child lives with ridicule, he learns to be shy;<br><BR> If a child lives with shame, he learns to feel guilty;<BR><BR><br><br><BR><BR> If a child lives with tolerance, he learns to be patient;<br><BR> If a child lives with encouragement, he learns confidence;<br><BR> If a child lives with praise, he learns to appreciate;<br><BR> If a child lives with fairness, he learns justice;<BR><BR><br><br><BR><BR> If a child lives with security, he learns to have faith;<br><BR> If a child lives with approval, he learns to like himself;<br><BR> If a child lives with acceptance and friendship, he learns to find love in the world. <BR><br><br><BR> -- Dorothy Law Holte</font><BR><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2007 12:07:27 +0530</pubDate><link>http://abhismart.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/18/A-life-in-your.html</link></item><item><title>Work Hard</title><description><![CDATA[<font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">A motivational story from www.getmotivation.com.....I thought you all should know.....If not already known...<br><br><br>A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared; he sat<BR> and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through<BR> that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had<BR> gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther. <BR><br><br><BR> Then the man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of scissors and<BR> snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But<BR> it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. <BR><br><br><BR> The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any<BR> moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body,<BR> which would contract in time. <BR><br><br><BR> Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around<BR> with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly. <BR><br><br><BR> What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting<BR> cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening<BR> were nature's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so<BR> that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon. <BR><br><br><BR> Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If nature allowed us to<BR> go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as<BR> strong as what we could have been. <BR><br><br><BR> And we could never fly...</font><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2007 12:04:58 +0530</pubDate><link>http://abhismart.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/18/Work.html</link></item><item><title>Motivational</title><description><![CDATA[<font size="4"><br>Ye na socho,<br>Chot kha kar,<br>Gir gaye ho,<br>Uth nahi sakte kabhi.....<br><br>Ankhein kholo,<br>Dekho zara,<br>Jo Khadein hain aaj,<br>Pehle gire the sabhi.....<br></font><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home7/695/4549c637be8bdd4887c8955d797e188b/homep/images/1197478471">]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 22:12:14 +0530</pubDate><link>http://abhismart.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/12/Motivational.html</link></item><item><title>It's about me n my love</title><description><![CDATA[<font size="4">Hume mughaltein hain ki tere dil-e-chaiin hain hum<br>Tasalli hona to abhi baki hai.....<br><br>Hamari galapehami ki wajah bhi to pakki hai<br>Ankhein jo char ho to sharm tujhe aati hai.....<br><br>Hume hi dhundti har pal teri ye katil nigahein <br>Katl hone ka manzar to abhi baki hai.....<br><br>Kyon shak hua tujhe nacheez ki fitrat par<br>Dil hai pak, har ehsaas par teri mohabbat havi hai.....<br><br>Is kadar kyon ruswa hua ai dilnashee<br>Dil hai hairan, izhaar-e-ishq to abhi baki hai.....<br><br>Hakikat janane ki zehmat nahi uthai tune ai Kafir<br>Dil me is baat ki kasak abhi baki hai.....<br><br>Tere dil me kyon na nafrat ho mere liye<br>Surat-e-ishq is dil me pukhta ho jana  lazami  hai..... <br></font><BR><BR><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home7/695/4549c637be8bdd4887c8955d797e188b/homep/images/1197477722">]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 21:57:48 +0530</pubDate><link>http://abhismart.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/12/It-s-about-me-n-my.html</link></item><item><title>Shikayat</title><description><![CDATA[<BR>&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Teri ruswai ki wajah ka, kafir&lt;br&gt;Ab is dil-e-nadan ko ilm hua&lt;br&gt;Ruansa aur hairan hai ye&lt;br&gt;Jaise chandani me tara khoya hua&lt;br&gt;Ab fanaa na hoga tera ye ehsaas&lt;br&gt;Iskadar jo dil me pukhta hua.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;<BR>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 17:04:56 +0530</pubDate><link>http://abhismart.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/12/Shikayat.html</link></item><item><title>I think of You</title><description><![CDATA[<BR>&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;br&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Kisi ko meri yaad aye ek arsa hua&lt;br&gt;Koi hai hairan to koi tarsa hua&lt;br&gt;Iskadar khamosh hai ye dil ye ankhein meri&lt;br&gt;Jaise khamosh ho koi badal barsa hua.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;    &lt;br&gt;    &lt;br&gt;      &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;br&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;br&gt;        &lt;br&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;<BR>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 17:03:51 +0530</pubDate><link>http://abhismart.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/12/I-think-of.html</link></item></channel></rss>