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            <pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 19:38:10 GMT</pubDate>
            <description><![CDATA[<h1>Amazing 6 Year Old Guitarist</h1><p><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ueEBDnFsxxg&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed class="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ueEBDnFsxxg&hl=en&fs=1" width="425" height="344"/></object></p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Breakdancer Jalen Testerman from Seattle, WA</p><p><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T57XcaZ3vBg&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed class="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T57XcaZ3vBg&hl=en&fs=1" width="425" height="344"/></object></p>]]></description>
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            <title><![CDATA[Fight 4 Kisses ...]]></title>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 21:41:55 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title><![CDATA[The Power of Holding Hands]]></title>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 08:41:52 GMT</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>I was sitting on a beach one summer day, watching two children, a boy and a girl, playing in the sand.<br /><br /><br />They were hard at work building an elaborate sandcastle by the water's edge with gates and towers and moats and internal passages. <br /><br /><br />Just when they had nearly finished their project, a big wave came along and knocked it down, reducing it to a heap of wet sand.<br /><br /><br />I expected the children to burst into tears, devastated by what had happened to all their hard work. But they surprised me. <br /><br /><br />Instead, they ran up the shore away from the water, laughing and holding hands, and sat down to build another castle.<br /><br /><br />I realized that they had taught me an important lesson. All the things in our lives, all the complicated structures we spend so much time and energy creating, are built on sand.<br /><br /><br />Only our relationships to other people endure. Sooner or later, the wave will come along and knock down what we have worked so hard to build up. <br /><br /><br />When that happens, only the person who has somebody's hand to hold will be able to laugh.</p><p><br /><object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u_hx58IYhgY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed class="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u_hx58IYhgY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" width="425" height="349"/></object><br /></p>]]></description>
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            <title><![CDATA[Dreams ...]]></title>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 20:12:45 GMT</pubDate>
            <description><![CDATA[<div><br /><br /><br />Has it ever happened to you that you wake up on a perfect morning, with the sun shining bright and the wind softly caressing your face, with the smell of coffee drifting in the air&hellip;and yet feel like just pulling the covers and blocking out the world&hellip; Life can be very funny at times&hellip;give you everything you dreamed off and worked for and yet make you feel like shit. <br /><br /><br /><br />Dreams seem like the sole source of all happiness, like they say if you achieve your dreams you&rsquo;ve &ldquo;made it&rdquo; in life. But honestly is there anything known as &ldquo;achieving your dreams&rdquo;? I think dreams are those ever elusive goals that we keep setting for ourselves, making our mind believe that our source of happiness lies in that one job, that one house, that one car&hellip;that one mate. When infact happiness is all around us, we just refuse to accept it. <br /><br /><br /><br />It&rsquo;s not like we shouldn&rsquo;t have dreams&hellip; its very essential for sake of all things that have purpose that we dream and set goals and work towards achieving them. Achieving them is definitely a source of happiness, but should not being able to achieve them be a source of sadness. I&rsquo;ve been trying to solve this question in my head for a very long time now. Is it so wrong to be satisfied and happy with what you have? Why is there always the need to want more? Is wanting our way of feeling alive, of feeling that we have some purpose. Why cant living life itself be a purpose. <br /><br /><br /><br />Since time immemorial I remember being asked &ldquo; so what is your ambition beta?&rdquo; and my answers have gone from computer engineering to MS in USA to Successful Software Engineer to entrepreneurship. Even today if anyone asks me that question I would give them a definite answer, but will achieving that actually make me feel purposeful and happy... <br /><br /><br /><br />Well now that&rsquo;s the question. Will my life stop being purposeful once I get married, get my software companies running and watch kids grow up well. If not than why do we chase our set dreams so wildly, sacrifice family and love to achieve that career we want, and then sacrifice the career to have the family we want. Why cant we just be content with doing what makes us happy, why the need to constantly win? And in the end who is to say who the winner is. Like I said Life can be very funny at times&hellip;give you everything you dreamed off and worked for and yet make you feel like shit. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZndW5vkIOI0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed class="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZndW5vkIOI0&hl=en&fs=1" width="425" height="344"/></object></div>]]></description>
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            <title><![CDATA[Love ...]]></title>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 04:05:25 GMT</pubDate>
            <description><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #4f6228">I once had a friend who grew to be very close to me. Once when we were sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with some water and held it before me, and said this: &quot;You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes Love.<br /><br />&quot;This was how I saw it: As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow&nbsp;it to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to&nbsp;close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first cracks it finds. <br /><br />This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love ... they try&nbsp; to posses it, they&nbsp; demand, they expect ... and just like the water spilling out of your hand, love will retrieve from you. For love is meant to be free,&nbsp;you cannot change its nature. <br /><br />If there are people you love, allow them to be free beings.<br /><br />Give and don't expect. <br /><br />Advise, but don't order.<br /><br />Ask, but never demand.</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #4f6228">It might sound simple,&nbsp;&nbsp; but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly practice.<br /><br />It is the secret to true love. To truly practice it, you must&nbsp; sincerely feel no expectations from those who you love, and yet an&nbsp; unconditional caring.&quot;</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #4f6228">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #c00000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'">Passing thought ... Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take;&nbsp;but by the moments that take our breath away.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #4f6228; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #4f6228">*********</span><span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'">&nbsp; </span><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'"></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%">&nbsp;</span> <p><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U6LnF0HRlPM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed class="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U6LnF0HRlPM&hl=en&fs=1" width="425" height="344"/></object></p>]]></description>
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            <title><![CDATA[Who Needs Prayer ???]]></title>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 07:55:16 GMT</pubDate>
            <description><![CDATA[<p><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: #31849b; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: #31849b; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'">A lady approaches a priest and tells him, </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: #31849b; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'">&quot;Father, I have a problem. I have these two talking female parrots, but they only know how to say one thing. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: #31849b; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'">They keep saying &quot;Hi, we're hot. Do you want a date?&quot;&nbsp;</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: #31849b; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'">&nbsp;</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: #31849b; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: #31849b; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'">&quot;That's terrible!&quot; the priest exclaimed. &quot;But I do have a solution to your problem. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: #31849b; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'">Bring your two parrots over to my house and I will put them with my two male talking parrots to whom I have taught to pray and read the bible.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: #31849b; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'">My parrots will then teach your parrots to stop saying that terrible phrase, and your female parrots will learn to pray and worship.&quot;&nbsp;</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: #31849b; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'">&nbsp;</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: #31849b; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: #31849b; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'">So the next day, the lady brings her female parrots to the priest's house. The priest's two male parrots are holding rosary beads and praying in their cage. The lady puts her female talking parrots in with the male alking Parrots, and the female parrots say, &quot; Hi, we're hot. Do you want a date?&quot;&nbsp;</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: #31849b; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'">&nbsp;</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: #31849b; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: #31849b; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'">One male parrot looks over at the other male parrot and screams, &quot;Put your Bible away Idiot, our prayers have been answered!!!! !!!&quot;&nbsp;</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: #31849b; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'">&nbsp;</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: #31849b; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: #31849b; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: #31849b; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SRF4hhBj_3k&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed class="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SRF4hhBj_3k&hl=en&fs=1" width="425" height="344"/></object><br /></span></span></strong></p>]]></description>
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            <title><![CDATA[My First Blog - Things Men wish Women Knew]]></title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 04:07:40 GMT</pubDate>
            <description><![CDATA[<div id="msgcns!8F10D506D0EC713C!144"  class="bvMsg"><div>If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us. <br /><br />Birthdays, Valentines, and Anniversaries are not quests to see if he can find the perfect present, again! <br /><br />If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear. <br /><br />Don't ask him what he's thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as navel lint, the shotgun formation and monster trucks. <br /><br />Get rid of your cat. And no, it's not different, it's just like every other cat. <br /><br />Dogs are better than ANY cats. Period. <br /><br />Sunday = Sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be. <br /><br />Shopping is not sport. <br /><br />Anything you wear is fine. Really. <br /><br />You have enough clothes. <br /><br />You have too many shoes. <br /><br />Crying is blackmail. Use it if you must, but don't expect us to like it. <br /><br />Your brother is an idiot, your ex-boyfriend is an idiot and your Dad probably is too. <br /><br />Ask for what you want. Subtle hints don't work. <br /><br />No, he doesn't know what day it is. He never will. Mark anniversaries on a calendar. <br /><br />Most guys own two to three pairs of shoes - what makes you think we'd be any good at choosing which pair, out of thirty, would look good with your dress? <br /><br />Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers. <br /><br />Anything we said 6 or 8 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. All comments become null and void after 7 days. <br /><br />If you don't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys. <br /><br />If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad and angry, we meant the other one. <br /><br />Let us ogle. If we don't look at other women, how can we know how pretty you are? <br /><br />Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials. <br /><br />Christopher Columbus didn't need directions, and neither do we.&nbsp;</div></div>]]></description>
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