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Akshardham Temple, New Delhi


Swaminarayan Akshardham Temple, New Delhi

The Video Clip, a compleate introduction


The Basic Informations

When I was in Indin Istitute of Technology, New Delhi (IITD), with more than ample time to spare and running out of places to visit, I decided to include the much talked about, newest attraction of Delhi. With this is mind, hoped into an auto after taking a metro ride to Connaught Place, and it faithfully landed me right at the doorstep of the huge 'Temple Premises' (Working in Hitech City this is the easiest similie that came to my mind, need not be the best or the most appropriate). The Temple compound was almost immeasurably huge spread over 100 acres, much larger than the Infosys People Factories constructed across the country.

Infosys' Chairman and Chief Mentor Officer (CMO) - Mr.Narayana Murthy's Speech on Late Sitting

I know people who work 12 hours a day, six days a week, or more. Some people do so because of a work emergency where the long hours are only temporary. Other people I know have put in these hours for years. I don't know if they are working all these hours, but I do know they are in the office this long. Others put in long office hours because they are addicted to the workplace. Whatever the reason for putting in overtime, working long hours over the long term is harmful to the person and to the organization .

True Love and Real Love

I would love to differentiate two kinds of Love, the True Love and the Real Love. True love its just as a sugar coated pill but the real love its natural, that you can see in your mother's or brother's love . The real love is the best and there we are holding, expecting and possesing, but it will not be practical with most of our friends or relatives, there olny the true love will be work out.

I got the piece of this article from the internet and I think it is a good one to explain what is the true love and real love. And think it is a good advice to your heart broken friend, one way or another it also help to heal the wound. Enjoy the article!

Lonely........Heart

I dont know why this happens...........

Some times I wish if I could be alone for a while.......to scream loudly..........
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And finally, it happens and I am alone at home... with wandering thougthts... Thought about rain... .................................... For the first time in my life this year I started observing the season........
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In winter...Dew Drops shined like jwells in my mind.. as promised this December did not bring any surprise for me.............

Krishna Nee Bagane Barooo....

Oh my dear Krishna,

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What can I say or how I can express my thanks before you. Its really difficult to define my happiness. I was searching him for years. Its also may be one of your Leealavilasams. Anyway at last I found out my soul mate, where you was my Krishna. Why you stayed away from me? I don't know where you was and what you was?
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I am so tired, was in a long non stop journey to find out my Krishna. Now I am stopping my travel here and putting all my emotional baggages, which was carried over my days, before your foots. Each and every moments my heart is whispering your name to my mind and calling you to me, my dear Krishna. Dear please come and hold me tightly my hands and hug me hard.
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I am loving you not only as my friend or as my better half but as my soul. No I cant live with out you, can't take my breaths where your unbreaths exists. Now my room is filled with the sweet fragrance of your smell which is carrying by the cool breeze from you and is filling my Lungs, Heart and Soul.
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Krishnaaa Nee Begane Baroooooo........

Angel from Heven

She said in the mail....

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Whats the magic is there in your hand.... Whenever you hold my hand I feel...secure in your love and care...I dont have any words to explain that feelings its beautifull...moments.....
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I feel like holding your hand for life longgggg...I lost in my world and I will forget everything When you hold me. By holding your hand everytime I beg god to make this love as mine.

Friendship

when I was a infant...
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I did not know what a friend is... and was not necessary
when I joined first standard... I felt the girl who was weeping along with me was friend
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When I got upgraded to third standard... Some one lent me a pencil and I called him friend
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When I was in fifth standard...We together sneaked into wayside farm and grabbed tender mangos I felt he is also a good friend of me
When I was in seventh standard...My friend helped to copy in final exam Without whom it would have been difficult for me to get into high school.