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		<title>Meaningless Conversation</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2011 11:46:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A very interesting aspect of human life is relationship. Now I am not talking about a man and woman only. Neither am I limiting it to any social context. For instance the relation between the checkout clerk and the grumpy old woman; or sulking conductor and equally sulking passenger; is what I am talking about. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A very interesting aspect of human life is relationship. Now I am not talking about a man and woman only. Neither am I limiting it to any social context.</p>
<p>For instance the relation between the checkout clerk and the grumpy old woman; or sulking conductor and equally sulking passenger; is what I am talking about.</p>
<p>A simple thing like smile has disappeared from human life. This has a direct impact on relations. Now some may call it as daily interaction but I call it relation.</p>
<p>The old man at the newsstand, the pretty girl at the coffee shop, senior citizen volunteering at road crossing, the cab driver and many other people around you in your daily life has one thing in common. They have a smile. That is the reason one does not feel any awkwardness about them. They are almost transparent to us. We simply assume that they are there, always, with that smile, never realizing that one needs to reciprocate it. Remember what goes around comes around.</p>
<p>Today I will write some typical conversation that takes place in our lives almost every day. Definitely it has happened once in all of our lives.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>“Good morning Charles”<br />
“Good morning Jane”<br />
“How are you today?” and Jane walks on without waiting for the answer.<br />
“I am not too well, thanks for asking. I will be fine soon” but this genuine answer was not heard.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>“Darling, tell me honestly how do I look in this dress?” Claire asked.<br />
“That dress suites you well dear.” Bob replies honestly.<br />
“No I think it’s too tight” Claire says.<br />
“Well then why ask me?’ Bob thinks.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>“Sweetheart, do you love me?” Brenda<br />
“What’s the purpose of this question?” Timothy<br />
Doh! Can’t you simply say Yes or No?</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>“Oh man I don’t know if she is happy with me or not?” Jack<br />
“Did you ever ask her?” Patrick<br />
“Ask what?” Jack<br />
Idiot! What do you mean by ask what?</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>“Moonlight, walking hands in hand on the beach, cool breeze, twinkling skies, oooh So romantic” Priya<br />
“Damn these mosquitoes are killing and all that sand in my feet. Romantic my foot.” mental comments, Mahesh.<br />
Hey come on Mahesh, you said “up to you sweetie” when it was decision time to select where to go.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Don’t know why I am writing the above. Maybe because I am sick and tired of hearing this meaningless words every day. With so much of meaningless conversation, do you think we can ever have relationship?</p>
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		<title>Moustache &amp; Marriage</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2010 02:43:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Guppydas</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Will you shave your moustache when we get married&#8221; &#160; These were the exact words, that broke the silence in a taxi moving through Mumbai city. Year 1997. One of those moments in my life, when I felt completely numb. Stuck for words. Senses were jammed and could not respond. &#160; I was in a [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);">&ldquo;<font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"></font><font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt;">Will you shave your moustache when we get married&rdquo;</font></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"></font><font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt;">These were the exact words, that broke the silence in a taxi moving through Mumbai city. Year 1997. One of those moments in my life, when I felt completely numb. Stuck for words. Senses were jammed and could not respond. </font></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"></font><font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt;">I was in a taxi with this girl, dropping her to her place after a late evening of overtime work. It was a policy in my office that male members would accompany female members back home if they were to work late on projects. </font></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"></font><font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt;">Till date, I have not understood this question. I can&#39;t fathom the origin of this question. Can&#39;t guess any possible reason for such a question. Above all, have no grip to such conclusive statement that involved me, without me knowing anything about it. </font></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"></font><font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt;">First of all, what has my moustache to do with the marriage. Does it matter? One can probably request nicely. This wasn&#39;t it. This was asking me to, indirectly insisting. Sort of &#39;or else&#8230;&#39; type of threat. I would appreciate if the topic were to be presented for discussion and two parties talked it over. Provided, the topic had importance. </font></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"></font><font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt;">Secondly, no body was talking. I was sitting with my eyes closed, trying to catch up some quick rest. For a conversation starter I find this was more like a bomb shell thrown in the water instead of a pebble to create a ripple. </font></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"></font><font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt;">Most importantly, the our marriage was announced to me, so casually. Mark the words, &#39;&hellip; when we get married.&#39; It is assumed, believed, decided, confirmed, approved, declared, announced that we are getting married and of all the people I didn&#39;t know about it. Will somebody send me my wedding invitation so that I can be present. </font></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"></font><font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt;">There was no issue between two of us. I was working on the project, on a special request by someone. It&#39;s my nature to be polite to all and be a bit light hearted and flirtatious. At the same time I am very concious about maintaining limits in relationships at work place. I wasn&#39;t looking for any relationship at that time nor was I interested in this particular girl. </font></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"></font><font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt;">My point is, how can one simply declare a decision, one sided, on to other, when there is no basis of connection what so ever. Do I see a clue here for failure of relationship? People become possessive about their partners. People tend to be over controlling. Demanding. Isn&#39;t relationships all about sharing? Two way process. All about understanding. Listening to others feelings. About freedom. Accepting the other as the way they are. It is all about acceptance and not expectations.</font></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">&nbsp;</p>
<p><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"></font><font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt;">Today, lack of inspiration has stopped me writing something for the blog. Maybe its just that I am tired and heat is not helping. While trying to relax, the above incidence popped up to my mind. Thought I did share with you. </p>
<p>	By the way, I&nbsp;still maintain my moustache. </font></p>
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		<title>What Love really Means</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Mar 2010 12:35:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When couples come to me for pre-marital counseling, I sometimes ask: &#8220;Why do you want to get married?&#8221;  Whatever else, they say, they always give me the big reason; and the big reason is always the same.  What do they say?  &#8220;We love each other.&#8221;  Then I ask a very unfair question:  &#8220;Tell me, what [...]]]></description>
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<td align="left">When couples come to me for pre-marital counseling, I sometimes ask: &#8220;Why do you want to get married?&#8221;  Whatever else, they say, they always give me the big reason; and the big reason is always the same.  What do they say?  &#8220;We love each other.&#8221;  Then I ask a very unfair question:  &#8220;Tell me, what do you mean by that?&#8221;  There is silence.  Then, one will say, &#8220;Oh&#8230; you know!&#8221;</p>
<p>I guess maybe I do know.  I think they are talking about a euphoric emotion that makes them oblivious to reality.  They are the happiest they have ever been. What they don&#8217;t know is that the euphoric feelings will last for two years and then they must find another foundation for marriage.  Wouldn&#8217;t it be better to explore that foundation before they get married?</p>
<p>Love is a choice.<br />
What is love?  One definition says, &#8220;Love is the feeling that you feel when you feel a feeling like you&#8217;ve never felt before.&#8221;  If that is your definition of love, I can tell you, that kind of love will never lead you to a life-long marriage.  The euphoric feels are temporary.  It is interesting that in Eph. 5:25 husbands are commanded to love their wives.  If the intense feelings of love were permanent, why would God command a husband to love his wife?</p>
<p>The fact is, they are not permanent and love is not a feeling, but an attitude, with appropriate behavior.  Love is the attitude which says, &#8220;I&#8217;m married to you, so what can I do to help you?  Love is choosing to be kind, and supportive.  Is that your attitude?</p>
<p>Love is a way of life.<br />
Most people get married based on love.  However their concept of love often focuses on feelings.  I read one definition which said, &#8220;Love is a four-letter word composed of two consonants, L and V; two vowels, O and E; and two fools, you and me.&#8221;  There is some truth to that, and fools often make poor decisions.</p>
<p>In the Bible, love is not a euphoric feeling, but a way of life.  In Titus chapter two the older women are instructed to teach the young wives to love their husbands.  This implies that love can be learned.  It is not something that happens to you.  It is something you choose.  Once you choose to love, then you look for appropriate ways to express it.  This kind of love will lead you to a life-long productive marriage.</p>
<p>Love is powerful.<br />
Would you like to know what love looks like in a marriage?  Then, turn to I Corinthians chapter 13.  Listen to these words: &#8220;Love is patient and kind; is not arrogant or rude; it does not insist on it&#8217;s own way; it is not resentful; Love does not bring up past failures, but chooses to forgive.&#8221;  Does this describe your attitude and treatment of your spouse?</p>
<p>This is the kind of love that makes for happy marriages.  Love focuses on meeting the needs of the spouse; helping them succeed; listening to their thoughts and feelings.  In short, it is giving your life away for your spouse.  That is precisely what Christ did for us, and it is what husbands are instructed to do for their wives.  Love is powerful.</p>
<p>Love can be learned.<br />
&#8220;I don&#8217;t love her anymore.&#8221;  How many times have I heard that in my office!  What is that supposed to mean?  Usually, it means that he has lost the euphoric feelings he had for her when they got married.  And that their differences have emerged and ended in arguments.  The fact is, everyone loses the euphoric feelings.  They usually last for only two years.</p>
<p>Then, we must learn to love.  We must choose to treat each other with respect.  We must listen to differences of opinion and try to find a solution.  We must learn to work together as a team; using our differences for the benefit of the team. This attitude is commanded by God.  To say, &#8220;I don&#8217;t love her anymore,&#8221; is admitting that you are breaking God&#8217;s command.</td>
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<td align="left">Adapted from <a rel="nofollow" href="http://r20.rs6.net/tn.jsp?et=1103204202258&amp;s=71841&amp;e=0019aLiVAtALOGsHN2040-3pOavlAjeD9z90a0c3-tTaysnJ9oS7eMi4CEnKlNZL_EtLmvWOQPyaM66WJYPmJMJl9pYrK1vCGos5JZisCeB7eZunHHHmUOvh06P4bHvRL5LvhbPv9n5uxfI_WU-IZjCVBoNuvyZvDWuf2FAtJe0EJOJVz-nz2huFbuN_wRranzveBlzJPY2QTs=" target="_blank">The Marriage You&#8217;ve Always Wanted</a> by Dr. Gary Chapman. To find out more about Dr. Chapman&#8217;s resources, visit <a rel="nofollow" href="http://r20.rs6.net/tn.jsp?et=1103204202258&amp;s=71841&amp;e=0019aLiVAtALOFN38ltvP_evPLARPH0a9J6hVXjv7J5Ncf0M8eknlKwJiBwYJNKbi28LTmSMYZ7V_b4-GrXowBOJ7k0wzh3Izy4tz7wBnbu0xR6SrJIrq8FhQ==" target="_blank">www.5lovelanguages.com</a>.</td>
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