<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of Chanakya vishnugupta</title><link>http://vishnugupta.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of Chanakya vishnugupta</description><language>en-us</language><item><title></title><description><![CDATA[<div><font face="Georgia">Hello Everyone,</font></div><BR><div><font face="Georgia">Investment analyst and entrepreneur Dr. Marc<BR>Faber concluded his monthly bulletin in August on the state of the US<BR>economy with the following statement: <font size="2"> </font></font> </div><BR><div><font size="2" face="Georgia"><i>"The federal government is<BR>sending each of us a $600 rebate. If we spend that money at Wal-Mart,<BR>the money goes to China. If we spend it on gasoline it goes to the<BR>Arabs. If we buy a computer it will go to India. If we purchase fruit<BR>and vegetables it will go to Mexico, Honduras and Guatemala. If we<BR>purchase a good car it will go to Germany. If we purchase useless crap<BR>it will go to Taiwan and none of it will help the American economy. The<BR>only way to keep that money here at home is to spend it on prostitutes<BR>and beer, since these are the only products still produced in US. I've<BR>been doing my part."</i></font> <br></div><BR><div>Cheers..<br>Chanakya.<br></div><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2008 09:49:35 +0530</pubDate><link>http://vishnugupta.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/10/16/Hello-Everyone-Investment-analyst-a.html</link></item><item><title></title><description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;"><font color="blue" size="3" face="Bookman Old Style"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">SUCCESS BREEDS SUCCESS</span></font><br></div><font color="blue" size="3" face="Bookman Old Style"><br><br>There was a farmer who grew superior quality and award-winning corn. Each<br>year he entered his corn in the state fair where it won honour and prizes.</font><font size="3" face="Bookman Old Style"><br></font><font color="red" size="3" face="Bookman Old Style"><br>One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learnt something<br>interesting about how he grew it. The reporter discovered that the farmer<br>shared his seed corn with his neighbours''.</font><font size="3" face="Bookman Old Style"><br></font><font color="#008000" size="3" face="Bookman Old Style"><br>"How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbours when<br>they are entering corn in competition with yours each year?" the reporter<br>asked.</font><font size="3" face="Bookman Old Style"><br></font><font color="#800080" size="3" face="Bookman Old Style"><br>"Why sir, "said the farmer, "didn't you know? The wind picks<BR> up pollen<br>from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbours<br>grow inferior, sub-standard and poor quality corn, cross-pollination will<br>steadily degrade the quality of my corn.</font><font size="3" face="Bookman Old Style"><br></font><font color="#008080" size="3" face="Bookman Old Style"><br>If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbours grow good corn." The<br>farmer gave a superb insight into the connectedness of life. His corn<br>cannot improve unless his neighbours' corn also improves.</font><font size="3"><br></font><font color="#800000" size="3" face="Bookman Old Style"><br>So it is in the other dimensions those who choose to be at harmony must help <br>their neighbours and colleagues to be at peace. Those who choose to live well<br>must help others to live well. The value of a life is measured by the lives it touches..</font><font size="3" face="Bookman Old Style"><br></font><font color="red" size="3" face="Bookman Old Style"><b><br>SUCCESS DOES NOT HAPPEN IN ISOLATION. IT IS VERY OFTEN A PARTICIPATIVE AND<br>COLLECTIVE PROCESS.</b></font><font size="3" face="Bookman Old Style"><br></font><font color="#bf4100" size="3" face="Bookman Old Style"><br>So share the good practices, ideas, new learnings with your family,<br>friends, team members and neighbors..d</font><font size="3" face="Bookman Old Style"><br></font><font color="#008000" size="3" face="Bookman Old Style"><b><br>As they say, "Success breeds Success."</b></font> <BR><BR><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2008 13:55:37 +0530</pubDate><link>http://vishnugupta.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/10/11/SUCCESS-BREEDS-SUCCESSThere-was-a-f.html</link></item><item><title></title><description><![CDATA[<p align="left"><font size="3" face="Verdana">Why Men Die First</font><BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"><font size="3" face="Verdana">I found this so hilarious.... I <BR>      guess it's semi-true.<br><br>Why do men die first?<br>This is a question <BR>      that has gone unanswered for centuries...... but, now we know.</font><BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"> <BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"><font size="3" face="Verdana">If you put a woman on a pedestal <BR>      and try to protect her from the rat race...you're a male chauvinist.<br>If <BR>      you stay home and do the housework...you're a pansy.</font><BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"> <BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"><font size="3" face="Verdana">If you work too hard...there's <BR>      never any time for her.<br>If you don't work enough...you're a <BR>      good-for-nothing bum.</font><BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"> <BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"><font size="3" face="Verdana">If she has a boring repetitive job <BR>      with low pay...this is exploitation.<br>If you have a boring repetitive <BR>      job with low pay.....you should get off your lazy behind and find <BR>      something better.</font><BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"> <BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"><font size="3" face="Verdana">If you get a promotion ahead of <BR>      her.....that is favoritism.<br>If she gets a job ahead of you......it's <BR>      equal opportunity.</font><BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"> <BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"><font size="3" face="Verdana">If you mention how nice she <BR>      looks......it's sexual harassment.<br>If you keep quiet..........it's male <BR>      indifference.</font><BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"> <BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"><font size="3" face="Verdana">If you cry............you're a <BR>      wimp.<br>If you don't........you're an insensitive bastard.</font><BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"> <BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"><font size="3" face="Verdana">If you make a decision without <BR>      consulting her......... you're a chauvinist.<br>If she makes a decision <BR>      without consulting you...... she's a liberated woman.</font><BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"> <BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"><font size="3" face="Verdana">If you ask her to do something she <BR>      doesn't enjoy....... that's domination.<br>If SHE asks you.........it's a <BR>      favor.</font><BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"> <BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"><font size="3" face="Verdana">If you appreciate the female form <BR>      and frilly underwear...... you're a pervert.<br>If you <BR>      don't...............you're gay.</font><BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"> <BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"><font size="3" face="Verdana">If you like a woman to shave her <BR>      legs and keep in shape..............you're sexist.<br>If you <BR>      don't..................you're unromantic.</font><BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"> <BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"><font size="3" face="Verdana">If you try to keep yourself in <BR>      shape................you're vain.<br>If you don't................you're a <BR>      slob.</font><BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"> <BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"><font size="3" face="Verdana">If you buy her <BR>      flowers..............you're after something.<br>If you <BR>      don't....................you're not thoughtful.</font><BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"> <BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"><font size="3" face="Verdana">If you're proud of your <BR>      achievements........ you're full of yourself.<br>If you <BR>      don't.....................you're not ambitious.</font><BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"> <BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"><font size="3" face="Verdana">If you want it too <BR>      often..........you're oversexed.<br>If you don't..........there must be <BR>      someone else.</font><BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"> <BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"><font size="2" face=""><font size="3" face="Verdana">If she has a <BR>      headache............she's tired.<br>If you have a <BR>      headache..............you don't love her anymore.<br><br></font></font><BR>      </p><BR>      <p align="left"><font color="#ff0000" size="4" face="Trebuchet MS">Men die first <BR>      because they want to.</font> <br></p><p align="left">Cheers,<br></p><br><BR><hr size="1">Chanakya.<BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 12:01:57 +0530</pubDate><link>http://vishnugupta.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/10/10/Why-Men-Die-First-I-foun.html</link></item><item><title></title><description><![CDATA[TICKING AWAY THE MOMENTS THAT MAKE UP A DULL DAY<br><BR>YOU FRITTER AND WASTE THE HOURS IN AN OFF HAND WAY<br><BR>KICKING AROUND ON A PEICE OF GROUND IN YOUR HOME TOWN <br><BR>WAITING FOR SOMEONE OR SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU THE WAY.<br><BR><br><BR>TIRED OF LYING IN THE SUNSHINE<br><BR>STAYING HOME TO WATCH THE RAIN<br><BR>AND YOU ARE YOUNG AND LIFE IS LONG<br><BR>AND THERE IS TIME TO KILL TODAY<br><BR>AND THEN ONE DAY YOU FIND<br><BR>TEN YEARS YOU HAVE GOT BEHIND YOU<br><BR>NO ONE TOLD YOU WHEN TO RUN<br><BR>YOU MISSED THE STARTING GUN.<br><BR><br><BR>AND YOU SEEN, AND YOU RUN TO CATCH UP WITH THE SUN, BUT ITS SRINKING RACING AROUND TO COME UP BEHIND YOU AGAIN.<br><BR>THE SUN IS THE SAME, IN A RELATIVE WAY, BUT YOUR'S OLDER <br><BR>SHORTER OF BREATH AND ONE DAY CLOSER TO DEATH.<br><BR><br><BR>EVERY YEAR IS GETTING SHORTER<br><BR>NEVER SEEN TO FIND THE TIME<br><BR>PLANS THAT EITHER COME TO NOUGHT OR HALF PAGE OF ACRIBBLED LINES<br><BR>HANGING ON IN A QUIET DESPERATION IS THE ENGLISH WAY.<br><BR>THE TIME IS GONE<br><BR>THE SONG IS OVER<br><BR>THOUGHT I'D SOMETHING MORE TO SAY. Chanakya.<BR><BR><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home8/345/f3b575d4c07e471f006cc9582e2df50d/homep/images/1221986380">]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 21 Sep 2008 14:05:12 +0530</pubDate><link>http://vishnugupta.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/09/21/TICKING-AWAY-THE-MOMENTS-THAT-MAKE.html</link></item></channel></rss>