<?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: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-7438142034527276178</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:58:57.472+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Learning from Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>I will post a story - you give your learning as comments. Thanks. Ratnesh</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geniestories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438142034527276178/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geniestories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Geniekids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409365930438224818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438142034527276178.post-7695892090580205504</id><published>2007-05-16T09:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-16T09:28:05.808+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Learning form Stories - Deflation</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=799494903-16052007&gt;Once a van got stuck  in a underpass. The driver has underestimated the height of the underpass and  short of few inches - the stuck van neither moved forward nor backward. Police  soon arrived and then engineers were called in - all trying to figure out a way  out.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=799494903-16052007&gt;that's when a child,  part of the curious&amp;nbsp;onlookers&amp;nbsp;suggested - "why don't you just deflate  the tyres" - and lo the van could be moved out of the  underpass!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=799494903-16052007&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=799494903-16052007&gt;your learnings&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Ratnesh  Mathur&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.geniekids.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438142034527276178-7695892090580205504?l=geniestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geniestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7695892090580205504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7438142034527276178&amp;postID=7695892090580205504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438142034527276178/posts/default/7695892090580205504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438142034527276178/posts/default/7695892090580205504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geniestories.blogspot.com/2007/05/learning-form-stories-deflation.html' title='Learning form Stories - Deflation'/><author><name>Geniekids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409365930438224818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438142034527276178.post-7026032599683153212</id><published>2007-05-08T16:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:35:30.652+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Calvin's Magic Trick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This week's story is one of the calvin's comic strip. See if you can come up with atleast three different learnings - remember there is magic inside you!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyUgmCJ0GM8/RkBZ4zclaYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2k_mJQsxqaY/s1600-h/ch070508.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyUgmCJ0GM8/RkBZ4zclaYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2k_mJQsxqaY/s320/ch070508.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062144813582084482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.geniekids.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438142034527276178-7026032599683153212?l=geniestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geniestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7026032599683153212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7438142034527276178&amp;postID=7026032599683153212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438142034527276178/posts/default/7026032599683153212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438142034527276178/posts/default/7026032599683153212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geniestories.blogspot.com/2007/05/calvins-magic-trick.html' title='Calvin&apos;s Magic Trick'/><author><name>Geniekids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409365930438224818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyUgmCJ0GM8/RkBZ4zclaYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2k_mJQsxqaY/s72-c/ch070508.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438142034527276178.post-4210593425858896483</id><published>2007-05-05T11:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:35:30.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Atheist</title><content type='html'>An atheist was spending a quiet day fishing when suddenly his boat was attacked by a water monster. In one easy flip, the beast tossed him and his boat at least a hundred feet into the air. The monster then opened its mouth while waiting below to swallow man and boat. As the man sailed head over heels and started to fall towards the open jaws of the ferocious beast he cried out, "Oh, my God! Help me!" Suddenly, the scene froze in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the atheist hung in midair, a booming voice came out of the clouds and said, "I thought you didn't believe in Me!" &lt;br /&gt;"God, come on, give me a break!" the man pleaded, "Just seconds ago I didn't believe in water monsters either!" &lt;br /&gt;"Well," said God, "now that you are a believer you must understand that I won't work miracles to snatch you from certain death in the jaws of the monster, but I can change hearts. What would you have me do?" &lt;br /&gt;The atheist thinks for a minute and then says, "God, please have the Loch Ness Monster believe in You also." God replies, "So be it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyUgmCJ0GM8/RjwllzclaXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/YrlX3HTTW_4/s1600-h/f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyUgmCJ0GM8/RjwllzclaXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/YrlX3HTTW_4/s320/f2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060961412653082994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene starts in motion again with the atheist falling towards the ravenous jaws of the ferocious beast. Then the Monster folds his claws together and says, "Lord, bless this food You have so graciously provided....."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.geniekids.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438142034527276178-4210593425858896483?l=geniestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geniestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4210593425858896483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7438142034527276178&amp;postID=4210593425858896483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438142034527276178/posts/default/4210593425858896483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438142034527276178/posts/default/4210593425858896483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geniestories.blogspot.com/2007/05/atheist.html' title='The Atheist'/><author><name>Geniekids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409365930438224818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyUgmCJ0GM8/RjwllzclaXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/YrlX3HTTW_4/s72-c/f2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438142034527276178.post-1906851801447076588</id><published>2007-05-04T22:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-09T12:28:26.944+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, Decisions, Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="828191103-31102006"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mother duck called all her ducklings together just before they were old enough to go out on their own and she spoke, "I have something to tell you"&lt;br /&gt;"What?" they ask, excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother ducks calms them down and tells them, "I am a duck and each&lt;br /&gt;of you is a duck, In addition there are many things for a duck to know&lt;br /&gt;in this life. I've taught you all I can teach except for one thing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little ducks are now even more excited, "What, What it is", they&lt;br /&gt;ask.&lt;br /&gt;"Now I want you to listen closely and listen well", she tells them.&lt;br /&gt;"Every day, every hour, indeed every moment of your lives you have a&lt;br /&gt;decision to make. If you don't make it, it will be made for you. Your&lt;br /&gt;decision is this:&lt;span class="828191103-31102006"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you want to be a duck or a dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mother duck has spoken, the little ducks are hushed and stick&lt;br /&gt;close by her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.geniekids.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438142034527276178-1906851801447076588?l=geniestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geniestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1906851801447076588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7438142034527276178&amp;postID=1906851801447076588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438142034527276178/posts/default/1906851801447076588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438142034527276178/posts/default/1906851801447076588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geniestories.blogspot.com/2007/04/decisions-decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, Decisions, Decisions'/><author><name>Geniekids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409365930438224818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438142034527276178.post-8017143354683817798</id><published>2007-05-04T12:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:19:25.158+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who is right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="828050909-07112006"&gt;&lt;span class="031061012-21112006"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mullah was invited by a philosopher to share a meal  at a local restaurant. The waiter informed that the special of the day was FISH,  which was promptly ordered by both.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="828050909-07112006"&gt;&lt;span class="031061012-21112006"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the two fishes came, one fish was  significantly smaller than the other. Mullah without any hesitation picked up  the big one and placed it in his own plate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="828050909-07112006"&gt;&lt;span class="031061012-21112006"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Immediately the philosopher gave  Mullah a big lecture about social &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;etiquettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, ethics, customs and traditions  et al.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="828050909-07112006"&gt;&lt;span class="031061012-21112006"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the philosopher was through, Mullah Asked, "So  sir, What you would have done?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="828050909-07112006"&gt;&lt;span class="031061012-21112006"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Taken the smaller fish", The philosopher replied  matter of factly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="828050909-07112006"&gt;&lt;span class="031061012-21112006"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At this Mullah promptly placed the smaller fish in  philosopher's plate and said with a gleaming smile, "So, here you  are!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="828050909-07112006"&gt;&lt;span class="031061012-21112006"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.geniekids.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438142034527276178-8017143354683817798?l=geniestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geniestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8017143354683817798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7438142034527276178&amp;postID=8017143354683817798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438142034527276178/posts/default/8017143354683817798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438142034527276178/posts/default/8017143354683817798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geniestories.blogspot.com/2007/03/who-is-right.html' title='Who is right?'/><author><name>Geniekids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409365930438224818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438142034527276178.post-7244918288342434990</id><published>2007-05-03T12:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:18:33.235+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is there anything to tell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A famous story called "The Three  Fridays" tells about Mullah Nasrudin going to Friday services. Because he is the  religious leader, he was to have prepared a sermon, but he always  procrastinates. &lt;span class="828050909-07112006"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="828050909-07112006"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This particular Friday, he gets up in front and  while stalling for time asks the people, "How many of you know what I'm going to  say today?" Of course no one raised a hand because they had no idea. Mullah  Nasrudin scoffed and said, "Why should I waste my time on such ignorant people?  Go home and come back better prepared next week." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The next Friday rolled around and  again Mullah Nasrudin was not prepared. He got up and asked the same question.  The people all raised their hands because they did not want to appear stupid.  Mullah Nasrudin smiled and said, "Good! Since you all know, then I won't have to  tell you. Goodbye. We'll see you when you come back next week?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next Friday, the  people planned ahead because they did not want Mullah Nasrudin to get away with  such a trick. When he asked the question, they looked at each other with knowing  looks and half of them raised their hands and half didn't. But again, Mullah  Nasrudin got the better of them because he said, "That's wonderful. Those of you  who know can tell those who don't know," and he sat down.&lt;span class="828050909-07112006"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.geniekids.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438142034527276178-7244918288342434990?l=geniestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geniestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7244918288342434990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7438142034527276178&amp;postID=7244918288342434990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438142034527276178/posts/default/7244918288342434990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438142034527276178/posts/default/7244918288342434990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geniestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-there-anything-to-tell.html' title='Is there anything to tell?'/><author><name>Geniekids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409365930438224818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438142034527276178.post-4388182712131417364</id><published>2007-05-03T12:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:18:06.501+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Little poor girl and a Rich man and The Lion or the Fox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;table&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="343241106-28102006"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A Little  poor girl and a Rich man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;As usually, an orphan, a  little girl, stood at the street corner begging for food, money or whatever she  could get. Now, this girl was wearing very tattered clothes, was dirty and quite  disheveled. A well-to-do you man passed that corner without giving the girl a  second look. But, when he returned to his expensive home, his happy and  comfortable family, and his well-laden dinner table, his thoughts returned to  the young orphan. He became very angry with God for allowing such conditions to  exist. He reproached God, saying, &lt;strong&gt;"How can you let this happen? Why  don't you do something to help this girl???"&lt;/strong&gt; Then he heard God in the  depths of his being responding by saying &lt;strong&gt;"I did. I created  you."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="343241106-28102006"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="343241106-28102006"&gt;The Lion or the  Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;A&lt;span class="343241106-28102006"&gt; man in a forest saw an injured fox. While he was  pitying on the fox'&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span class="343241106-28102006"&gt;condition and chances  of survival, he saw a lion make a kill of a deer, eat a part of it and leave a  share for the injured fox.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="343241106-28102006"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="343241106-28102006"&gt;Impressed by 'way  of God' - in providing for all - the man too sat down waiting for the God to  take care of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="343241106-28102006"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="343241106-28102006"&gt;After days of  starving the Man started shouting - "God I thought you were great, that you  shall provide for all your children, but I am getting to be  disappointed".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="343241106-28102006"&gt;At that he heard the God's voice, "Fool, check what you  learn from your life - the message was not to copy the fox but to learn from  Lion".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.geniekids.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438142034527276178-4388182712131417364?l=geniestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geniestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4388182712131417364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7438142034527276178&amp;postID=4388182712131417364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438142034527276178/posts/default/4388182712131417364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438142034527276178/posts/default/4388182712131417364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geniestories.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-poor-girl-and-rich-man-and-lion.html' title='A Little poor girl and a Rich man and The Lion or the Fox'/><author><name>Geniekids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409365930438224818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438142034527276178.post-5799456334387046054</id><published>2007-05-02T12:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:17:43.553+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What is paradise?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="765060707-16092006"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has this question ever bothered you? Here are some  perspectives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="765060707-16092006"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two people are lost in the desert. They are dying from hunger and  thirst. Finally, they come to a high wall. On the other side they can hear the  sound of a waterfall and birds singing. Above, they can see the branches of a  lush tree extending over the top of the wall. Its fruit look delicious.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of them manages to climb over the wall and disappears down the  other side. The other, instead, returns to the desert to help other lost  travelers find their way to the oasis.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="765060707-16092006"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.geniekids.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438142034527276178-5799456334387046054?l=geniestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geniestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5799456334387046054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7438142034527276178&amp;postID=5799456334387046054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438142034527276178/posts/default/5799456334387046054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438142034527276178/posts/default/5799456334387046054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geniestories.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-is-paradise.html' title='What is paradise?'/><author><name>Geniekids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409365930438224818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438142034527276178.post-3660790042233459236</id><published>2007-05-01T12:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:17:13.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What is Buddha?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A renowned Zen master said that his greatest teaching was this:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Buddha is your own mind&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So impressed by how profound this idea was, one monk decided to  leave the monastery and retreat to the wilderness to meditate on this insight.  There he spent 20 years as a hermit probing the great teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day  he met another monk who was traveling through the forest. Quickly the hermit  monk learned that the traveler also had studied under the same Zen master.  "Please, tell me what you know of the master's greatest teaching."  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The traveler's eyes lit up, "Ah, the master has been very clear  about this. He says that his greatest teaching is this: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Buddha is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rider.edu/suler/zenstory/nothingmat.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt; your own mind&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;www.geniekids.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438142034527276178-3660790042233459236?l=geniestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geniestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3660790042233459236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7438142034527276178&amp;postID=3660790042233459236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438142034527276178/posts/default/3660790042233459236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438142034527276178/posts/default/3660790042233459236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geniestories.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-is-buddha.html' title='What is Buddha?'/><author><name>Geniekids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409365930438224818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
