<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977</id><updated>2025-08-17T01:12:05.097+05:30</updated><category term="Motivational Stories"/><category term="That&#39;s Life"/><category term="Health"/><category term="Positive Thinking"/><category term="Jokes"/><category term="Self Help"/><category term="Sell or Buy Apartment Tips"/><category term="Advertisment Tips"/><category term="Avoid Smoking Tips"/><category term="Blog"/><category term="Food"/><category term="News"/><category term="Shopping Tips"/><category term="Worry"/><title type='text'>Social LifeStyle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-4861298605395477475</id><published>2019-01-27T20:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2019-01-27T20:11:42.183+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Have an Attitude of Gratitude </title><summary type="text">A sweet short story with a great lesson... worth reading....*

Nearby, a building construction work was going on.

Lots of poor&amp;nbsp; labourers were working there and their small&amp;nbsp; children used to hold onto one another&#39;s shirt and play &quot;train-train&quot;.

&amp;nbsp;Someone would become the engine and others would become bogies

&amp;nbsp;Every day these children used to take turns becoming the engine </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4861298605395477475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2019/01/have-attitude-of-gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/4861298605395477475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/4861298605395477475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2019/01/have-attitude-of-gratitude.html' title='Have an Attitude of Gratitude '/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-1895143792737374425</id><published>2015-09-16T11:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2015-09-16T11:27:27.130+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Positive Thinking"/><title type='text'>UKG Admission</title><summary type="text">
May be Two years back....one of the proud school in Chennai where all felt admission is impossible!!!

To get UKG admission for my friend&#39;s daughter I too went there. For that admission my friend had studied a lot than his daughter .

The child could not understand why they have brought her there. Principal of the school is like &quot;kadalora kavithai Jenifer&quot; (one of the filmy characters). When I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1895143792737374425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2015/09/ukg-admission.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/1895143792737374425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/1895143792737374425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2015/09/ukg-admission.html' title='UKG Admission'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-5118880202436935844</id><published>2015-09-16T11:26:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2015-09-16T11:26:48.798+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Positive Thinking"/><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">
Will share a small story that Swami shared:

&quot;As we&amp;nbsp;think,&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;become&quot;&amp;nbsp; said Lord Buddha. &quot;Sow a thought and….reap a destiny&quot; said Swami. 
A king was touring his kingdom on his elephant. Suddenly he stopped in front of a shop in the market and said to his minister, &quot;I don&#39;t know why, but I want to hang the owner of this shop.&quot; The minister was shocked. But before he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5118880202436935844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2015/09/will-share-small-story-that-swami.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/5118880202436935844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/5118880202436935844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2015/09/will-share-small-story-that-swami.html' title=''/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-3132443928550833919</id><published>2014-08-20T08:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2014-08-20T08:45:38.288+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Stories"/><title type='text'>The Elephant Who Lost An Eye‏</title><summary type="text">An elephant came to the edge of a stream of clear rushing water.
Being thirsty, the elephant leaned over, dropped its trunk into the
cool water and... plunk!

&quot;What? What happened?&quot; the elephant cried. &quot;I can&#39;t see! My eye...
it fell in the water! Oh nooooooh,&quot; the elephant wailed in a panic,
&quot;I lost my eye!&quot;

And, in fact, the elephant&#39;s right eye had popped out of its
socket and fallen into the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3132443928550833919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2014/08/the-elephant-who-lost-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/3132443928550833919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/3132443928550833919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2014/08/the-elephant-who-lost-eye.html' title='The Elephant Who Lost An Eye‏'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-7353256647192606639</id><published>2014-01-13T12:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2014-08-20T08:45:22.041+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Stories"/><title type='text'>SUCCESS PRINCIPLES</title><summary type="text">
He was a young boy who lived with his elderly Mother. His mother wanted him to learn how to play the piano because she Longed to hear her son play for her. She sent her son to a piano teacher who Took Robby in under her guidance.
However, there was one small problem Because Robby was not musically inclined and therefore was very slow in Learning. 
The teacher did not have much faith in the boy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7353256647192606639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2014/01/success-principles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/7353256647192606639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/7353256647192606639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2014/01/success-principles.html' title='SUCCESS PRINCIPLES'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-7010724481435941606</id><published>2014-07-01T08:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2014-08-20T08:45:08.757+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Stories"/><title type='text'>The Frogs</title><summary type="text">
A farmer came into chinese town and asked the owner of a restaurant if he could sell him a million frog legs. The restaurant owner was shocked and asked the man where he could get so many frog legs! The farmer replied, &quot;There is a pond near my house that is full of frogs - millions of them. They all croak all night long and they are about to make me crazy!&quot; So the restaurant owner and the farmer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7010724481435941606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-frogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/7010724481435941606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/7010724481435941606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-frogs.html' title='The Frogs'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-4571517123601092887</id><published>2014-07-03T16:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2014-08-20T08:44:50.021+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Stories"/><title type='text'>The Wise Farmer </title><summary type="text">
Many years ago, in a poor Chinese village, there lived a farmer and his son.
His only material possession, apart from the land and a small hut, was a horse he had inherited from his father.

 

One day, the horse ran away, leaving the man with no animal with which to work the land.

 

His neighbours, who respected him for his honesty and diligence, went to his house to say how much they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4571517123601092887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-wise-farmer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/4571517123601092887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/4571517123601092887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-wise-farmer.html' title='The Wise Farmer '/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-8943916609755772883</id><published>2013-11-07T16:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2013-11-07T16:11:52.844+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Stories"/><title type='text'>The Two Falcons </title><summary type="text">
Once there was a king who received a gift of two magnificent falcons from Arabia. They were peregrine falcons, the most beautiful birds he had ever seen. He gave the precious birds to his head falconer to be trained.

Months passed and one day the head falconer informed the king that though one of the falcons was flying majestically, soaring high in the sky, the other bird had not moved from its</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8943916609755772883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2013/11/the-two-falcons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/8943916609755772883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/8943916609755772883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2013/11/the-two-falcons.html' title='The Two Falcons '/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-474754515769461785</id><published>2013-10-01T17:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2013-10-01T17:45:13.254+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Stories"/><title type='text'>Self Appraisal</title><summary type="text">
A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits (phone numbers).&amp;nbsp; 

The store-owner observed and listened to the conversation.

Boy: ‘Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting your lawn?Woman: (at the other end of the phone line</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/474754515769461785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2013/10/self-appraisal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/474754515769461785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/474754515769461785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2013/10/self-appraisal.html' title='Self Appraisal'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-8335436544381074067</id><published>2010-02-16T08:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2013-08-29T08:54:48.668+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Stories"/><title type='text'>Bridges to build</title><summary type="text">
Once upon a time two brothers, who lived on adjoining farms, fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side by side, sharing machinery, and trading labor and goods as needed without a conflict.

Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference, and finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8335436544381074067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2010/02/bridges-to-build.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/8335436544381074067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/8335436544381074067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2010/02/bridges-to-build.html' title='Bridges to build'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-5322072395343736220</id><published>2010-10-11T09:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2013-08-29T08:54:06.970+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Stories"/><title type='text'>Is God Good Or Bad</title><summary type="text">
Is God good or Bad? The first thing when it comes to many of our minds is good. This is not so at all the time. Sometime when we are at sorrow like when someone nearer to us was taken away permanently, we feel that god is bad. I am going to tell a short story. There was a family with a father, mother and a kid. In that family suddenly the kid died due to an accident and everyone was feeling very</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5322072395343736220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2010/10/is-god-good-or-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/5322072395343736220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/5322072395343736220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2010/10/is-god-good-or-bad.html' title='Is God Good Or Bad'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-603449348459514627</id><published>2013-06-18T15:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2013-08-29T08:49:06.011+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 tips to improve iOS battery life</title><summary type="text">
1. Activate your 3G Connection when needed instead of always On.

2. Close unwanted apps before switching the iPad to sleep mode.

3. Lower the brightness level to the brightness needed.

4. Activate your Wifi Connection when needed instead of aslways On.

5. Charge your ipad when battery remaining is 15% to 20%.

6. Turn off Location services.

7. Disable automatic email Fetching.

8. Turn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/603449348459514627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2013/06/top-10-tips-to-improve-ios-battery-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/603449348459514627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/603449348459514627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2013/06/top-10-tips-to-improve-ios-battery-life.html' title='Top 10 tips to improve iOS battery life'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-3890726501271995595</id><published>2013-08-29T08:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2013-08-29T08:48:30.500+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Stories"/><title type='text'>The Gold Ring</title><summary type="text">
The young man was climbing the hill, slowly a step at a time. His bowed
head seemed to indicate that something was bothering him. Perhaps he was
lonely, or discouraged. He was coming to seek guidance from the wise man that
lived on the hill on the outskirts of town.

Entering the counsellor&#39;s house, the young man found him reading, deep in
thought.

&quot;Excuse me, sir,&quot; he said hesitantly. The old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3890726501271995595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-gold-ring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/3890726501271995595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/3890726501271995595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-gold-ring.html' title='The Gold Ring'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-494589937178623417</id><published>2013-01-09T17:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2013-06-06T17:48:08.814+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Stories"/><title type='text'>Management Lessons from a 500 rupee note</title><summary type="text">Prakash
 Iyer, Managing Director, Kimberly-Clark Lever and Executive Coach 
shares two important management lessons he learnt from a 500-rupee note.
 Read on.





1. It happened some years ago but I can recall the evening like it happened just last week.I was in an audience listening to a motivational guru.The speaker whipped out his wallet and pulled out a five hundred-rupee note.





Holding </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/494589937178623417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2013/01/management-lessons-from-500-rupee-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/494589937178623417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/494589937178623417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2013/01/management-lessons-from-500-rupee-note.html' title='Management Lessons from a 500 rupee note'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-6186157853688123145</id><published>2013-06-06T17:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2013-06-06T17:47:10.242+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What to watch for when you are taking a car Insurance?</title><summary type="text">
1. If you have claimed for a claim in an year then, the next year excess compulsary imposed value will be increased. If claim is not done for the next year then it will be again removed.2. Please note that for Bumper damage in accident, by default insurance will notcover fully. 50% Depriciation will be there and 50% will only be claimed. So you have to go for Bumper to Bumper Insurance which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6186157853688123145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2013/06/what-to-watch-for-when-taking-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/6186157853688123145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/6186157853688123145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2013/06/what-to-watch-for-when-taking-car.html' title='What to watch for when you are taking a car Insurance?'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-6784583604771559143</id><published>2013-05-16T09:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2013-05-16T09:12:52.508+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Stories"/><title type='text'>Child&#39;s Love</title><summary type="text">My wife called, &#39;How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you
   come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?&#39;
   I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter
   Sindu looked frightened.

Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled
   to its brim with Curd Rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent
   for her age.She has just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6784583604771559143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2013/05/childs-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/6784583604771559143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/6784583604771559143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2013/05/childs-love.html' title='Child&#39;s Love'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-8862571365459685392</id><published>2012-12-18T09:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-12-18T09:15:24.447+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="That&#39;s Life"/><title type='text'>Do not waste your youth period.</title><summary type="text">We are born into this world. When we enter to the world everything is new. Whatever we saw makes us happy. We also cry in the beginning when we have a challenge that we have not faced before. And after some period we begin to learn to handle the challenges in life. We are not crying for small things. Then our life goes on.

Years pass by. For some who face challenges in life in the beginning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8862571365459685392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2012/12/do-not-waste-your-youth-period.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/8862571365459685392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/8862571365459685392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2012/12/do-not-waste-your-youth-period.html' title='Do not waste your youth period.'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-3619842861962651530</id><published>2009-07-10T09:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-12-18T09:12:06.528+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Stories"/><title type='text'>God&#39;s Cake</title><summary type="text">
Sometimes we wonder, &#39;What did I do to deserve this?&#39; or &#39;Why did God have to do this to me?&#39; Here is a wonderful explanation! A daughter is telling her Mother how everything is going wrong, she&#39;s failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving away.




Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if she would like a snack, and the daughter says, &#39;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3619842861962651530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/07/gods-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/3619842861962651530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/3619842861962651530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/07/gods-cake.html' title='God&#39;s Cake'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-2096962375028461871</id><published>2009-07-13T09:28:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2012-12-18T09:11:54.812+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Stories"/><title type='text'>No Pointing Fingers</title><summary type="text">
A man asked his father-in-law, &quot;Many people praised you for a successful marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?&quot;




The father-in-law answered in a smile, &quot;Never criticize your wife for her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than you.&quot;




We all look forward to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2096962375028461871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-pointing-fingers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/2096962375028461871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/2096962375028461871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-pointing-fingers.html' title='No Pointing Fingers'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-6041140150643484284</id><published>2009-07-14T09:52:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2012-12-18T09:11:43.723+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Stories"/><title type='text'>African King</title><summary type="text">
The story is told of a king in Africa who had a close friend with whom he grew up. The friend had a habit of looking at every situation that ever occurred in his life (positive or negative) and remarking, &quot;This is good!&quot;




One day the king and his friend were out on a hunting expedition. The friend would load and prepare the guns for the king. The friend had apparently done something wrong in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6041140150643484284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/07/african-king.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/6041140150643484284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/6041140150643484284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/07/african-king.html' title='African King'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-8667864702357206898</id><published>2009-07-20T10:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-12-18T09:11:27.919+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Stories"/><title type='text'>Creating Perfect Relationships?</title><summary type="text">

A person visited the government matchmaker for marriage, SDU, and requested &quot;I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a suitable one.&quot; The SDU officer said, &quot;Your requirements, please.&quot; &quot;Oh, good looking, polite, humorous , sporty, knowledgeable, good in singing and dancing. Willing to accompany me the whole day at home during my leisure hour, if I don&#39;t go out. Telling me interesting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8667864702357206898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/07/creating-perfect-relationships.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/8667864702357206898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/8667864702357206898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/07/creating-perfect-relationships.html' title='Creating Perfect Relationships?'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-3361684797960525335</id><published>2009-09-01T09:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-12-18T09:11:09.820+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Stories"/><title type='text'>No Overpowering</title><summary type="text">
Many relationships fail because one party tries to overpower another, or demands too much. People in love tend to think that love will conquer all and their spouses will change the bad habits after marriage. Actually, this is not the case. There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that &quot;It is easier to reshape a mountain or a river than a person&#39;s character.&quot;




It is not easy to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3361684797960525335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-overpowering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/3361684797960525335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/3361684797960525335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-overpowering.html' title='No Overpowering'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-5771615807819729812</id><published>2009-11-12T12:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-12-18T09:10:55.075+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Stories"/><title type='text'>Right Speech</title><summary type="text">There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that &quot;A speech will either prosper or ruin a nation.&quot; Many relationships break off because of wrong speech. When a couple is too close with each other, we always forget mutual respect and courtesy. We may say anything without considering if it would hurt the other party.


A friend and her millionaire husband visited their construction site. A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5771615807819729812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/11/right-speech.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/5771615807819729812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/5771615807819729812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/11/right-speech.html' title='Right Speech'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-9048537347520469244</id><published>2009-09-15T09:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-12-18T09:10:43.165+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Stories"/><title type='text'>U REAP WHAT YOU SOW!</title><summary type="text">

The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer  things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before.  &quot;No,&quot; he answered sarcastically. &quot;I&#39;ve just come from dining with the president.. Now go away.&quot;




The woman&#39;s smile became even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/9048537347520469244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/09/u-reap-what-you-sow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/9048537347520469244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/9048537347520469244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/09/u-reap-what-you-sow.html' title='U REAP WHAT YOU SOW!'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500018730400991977.post-7696349333721968172</id><published>2009-10-17T09:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-12-18T09:10:31.100+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Stories"/><title type='text'>Be Patient</title><summary type="text">
This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy&#39;s hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital.




Although the doctor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7696349333721968172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-patient.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/7696349333721968172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500018730400991977/posts/default/7696349333721968172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sociallifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-patient.html' title='Be Patient'/><author><name>Vishal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896876176514745048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>