<?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-23333887</id><updated>2012-01-11T18:06:27.885-08:00</updated><category term='Cars'/><category term='Blah..bla...'/><category term='Internet'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='joke'/><category term='Communities'/><category term='Orkut'/><category term='Explore Yourself'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Just For laugh'/><category term='Jai Hind'/><category term='News'/><category term='Chatting'/><category term='Hust For laugh'/><category term='Computer'/><title type='text'>The Daily Prophet</title><subtitle type='html'>Greateness inspires envy, Envy engenders spite, Spite spawns lies.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-3739496017201157679</id><published>2009-07-18T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:42:43.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This case happened in a hospital's Intensive care ward where the Patients&lt;br /&gt;always died in the same bed and on all Sunday morning at 11a.m,&lt;br /&gt;regardless of their medical condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This puzzled the doctors and some even thought that it had something to&lt;br /&gt;do with the supernatural. No one could solve the mystery as to why the&lt;br /&gt;deaths took place at 11 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a world-wide expert team was constituted and they decided to go down&lt;br /&gt;to the ward to investigate the cause of the incidents. So on the next&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning few minutes before 11 a.m. all doctors and nurses nervously waited outside the ward to see for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the terrible phenomenon was all about..................&lt;br /&gt;Just when the clock struck 11...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then....&lt;br /&gt;Santa Singh, the part-time Sunday sweeper, entered the ward and&lt;br /&gt;Unplugged the life support system &amp;amp; plugged in the vacuum cleaner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-3739496017201157679?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/3739496017201157679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=3739496017201157679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/3739496017201157679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/3739496017201157679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-case-happened-in-hospitals.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-1042376229668127847</id><published>2008-10-21T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:19:03.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tara Tiny @ Rs 99K is the world's cheapest car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Tata Nano is no longer the world's cheapest car! Jostling along with Tata Nano, this July, will be Tara Tiny and Tara Titu. These are zero emission, electric cars and cost only Rs 99,000! And they come from the Tara International stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara S Ganguly, the company's chairman and chief executive officer, had a big dream. And he set about realising it 'in a small way.' Tara International has teamed up with China's Aucma, a leading player in the electrical vehicles and appliances segment, to manufacture these cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/SP3yQ5MSLEI/AAAAAAAABeo/e0wBOctiWPM/s1600-h/17sld1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/SP3yQ5MSLEI/AAAAAAAABeo/e0wBOctiWPM/s400/17sld1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259626311882779714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the moment, four variants of electric cars are ready at the Tara International factory at Palta, a few kilometers from Kolkata. These are Tara Tiny, Tara Titu (two-seater and four-seater, respectively), Tara Shuttle, and Tara Carrier. While Tara Tiny and Tara Titu are priced at Rs 99,000 (approximately), Tara Shuttle and Tara Carrier are priced at Rs 500,000 (approximately).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company will also launch electric bikes priced between Rs 12,000 and Rs 35,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tara series cars are available in electric red, black and white. Bikes comes in varied hues -- green, blue, red, etc. To know about the specifications of the car and see more pictures of the world's 'cheapest' car read on. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-1042376229668127847?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/1042376229668127847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=1042376229668127847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/1042376229668127847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/1042376229668127847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2008/10/tara-tiny-rs-99k-is-worlds-cheapest-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/SP3yQ5MSLEI/AAAAAAAABeo/e0wBOctiWPM/s72-c/17sld1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-8270818241191672312</id><published>2008-10-11T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:24:48.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communities'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Torse Ryderz - Trailer Released&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sArLhWYwwRU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sArLhWYwwRU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-8270818241191672312?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/8270818241191672312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=8270818241191672312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/8270818241191672312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/8270818241191672312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2008/10/torse-ryderz-trailer-released.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-1471768731192623299</id><published>2008-08-09T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T06:47:15.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Is this really goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i thought it would be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; so i don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; i don't want to say goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; but i have no clue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; do you want me to always stay with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; we've gone through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; more than anyone knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; the day you said you didn't want to talk to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and then turned that around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; you sat right down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and talked to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; like nothing was wrong at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; but now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; yes but now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; all that has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; you said you were sorry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; for being such a jerk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and that you didn't mean to hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; but now i think you've forgot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; but i have tried again and again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to remind you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; but its not working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; i don't know what i did to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; so I'm here to say I'm sorry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; i really want to be your friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-1471768731192623299?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/1471768731192623299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=1471768731192623299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/1471768731192623299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/1471768731192623299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-this-really-goodbye-i-thought-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-5495367036678697664</id><published>2008-07-28T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T06:23:40.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to make her fall in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the swankiest car, but no one special to take out on a long drive. You are the most good looking bloke in your neighbourhood, but no one to appreciate it. You have been to the best restaurants in town, but no one to share the table with. You get the premiere tickets to all the latest flicks, but no one to take for a  movie date. In short, you have everything going for you, except the one who makes your heart do a somersault everytime you see her! Chill! Its all about polishing your techniques and you will have her in your arms and that is a promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to make her fall in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;By Arya Rai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop pursuing her:&lt;/span&gt; Do your friends actually have to fold your tongue back into your mouth every time she passes by? Sheesh! How do you ever expect her to pay you any attention!? Buddy the trick is to act all cool and aloof in her presence and you will have her hovering around you. Pay too much attention and the chase gets tougher with her running even faster. Act like you don’t care whether she is coming or going. Turn a blind eye even when she’s looking her hottest best, difficult but stick to this. You will soon see the results. But hey, don’t give in too soon, make her earn your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get groomed:&lt;/span&gt; This one isn’t about visiting the salon every 15 days. Its about  dressing right, having a regular shower, wearing a deodorant at all times and not wearing the same tee Monday to Sunday! For more tips on grooming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Master that look:&lt;/span&gt; Women quiver in the knees when a man looks deep down into her eyes. Take it from me, I speak on behalf of all my sisters out there, who are collectively disgusted about guys who think their body starts neck down! A woman loves it if a guy pays attention to her face, passes an unusual comment about the mole above her lips or the twinkle in her eyes or the angelic curve of her bow shaped lips…got the idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark your focus:&lt;/span&gt; When you are talking to her, let the whole world be damned! There are innumerable scenes in movies, when the world around freezes or goes into slo-mo mode when the hero locks eyes with his gal. You have to do exactly that, make her blush with your gaze and perfect this art. You have do it everytime you see her, chances are by the fifth round you will be doing that in her dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be a good listener:&lt;/span&gt; When she talks, listen. Ask encouraging questions. Pass flattering remarks. Act like your life depends on her story. Respond with feelings. And when you are talking to her, ask for her opinion, and show that you value them. After this her phone bills will rise…you will be on her speed dial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be Mr Popular: &lt;/span&gt;Try and be a ray of sunshine in your circle of friends. Women love men who are fun to be with and who can make others laugh. Be the life of parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learn to play the guitar:&lt;/span&gt; Enrol in a guitar class. A cute guy walking around with a guitar is romantic balm for many girls. And if you are good enough to play the guitar at parties, you will have a lot of hearts waiting to ensnare you! Believe me you, A guitar is one of the best babe magnets around! Singing comes a close second. Singing soulful numbers, provided you have the voice for it, melts the toughest female heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Courtacy : &lt;a href="http://lifestyle.in.msn.com/relationships/article.aspx?cp-documentid=1560242"&gt;MSN LifeStyle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-5495367036678697664?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/5495367036678697664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=5495367036678697664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/5495367036678697664'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm truly sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Don't Know Why)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At times when things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;go wrong, there isn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;much that anyone can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;except these few words-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm truly sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've known I was wrong but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;couldn't admit it to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And now before any more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;time slips by, I'd like to say-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm truly sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You probably guessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;that this is an apology,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I certainly owe you one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's best if I'm totally honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and admit, I was wrong and-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm truly sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I owe you more than that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;that I care about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hurt feelings may make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;that hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;right now, but it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's why I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;promise that I'll try not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;to repeat the same mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;again and believe me-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm truly sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-6320748828242842280?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/6320748828242842280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=6320748828242842280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/6320748828242842280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/6320748828242842280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-truly-sorry-dont-know-why-at-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-2899929500244261031</id><published>2007-07-13T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T03:32:46.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah..bla...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:verdana;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)font-size:85%;" &gt;How To Get a Nice Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are times in a person's life when he needs to take crucial decisions on his own. Marriage is one of them. Believe me, the decision on whom to marry is the most important decision a person will make in his life. After marriage, your wife is the most important person in your life. She can make or break your life. The mere thought of this is very frightening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of the questions that crop up are - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a. What sort of a girl do I marry?&lt;br /&gt;b. Will she adjust in my family?&lt;br /&gt;c. How can I decide on a girl by just meeting her for a few times?&lt;br /&gt;d. When should I get married?&lt;br /&gt;e. This is my life. So, I should choose the girl I marry, but then what if I make a mistake? .. so on and so forth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will try to address these &amp; many more questions in the following sections. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Nine Rules of Arranged marriage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rule 1 - Magic no. 28 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In an ideal scenario, a girl goes to college at the age of 18. By the time she graduates, goes for her post graduation and/ or works for 1-2 years, she will be about 23- 24. This means that she has spent about 5 years away from her home. In the 5 years period, she would meet many smart guys at college or during her first few years on job. So, in all probability it would be difficult to find a good girl older than 24 yrs. Secondly, in Indian families there is lot of pressure on the girl's to get married by the time they become 24-25. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Statistics says that there is a generation gap after every 5 years. So, in such scenario, one would prefer to marry a girl who is about 3-4 years younger to you. Thus, working backwards, an ideal age for a guy to get married is by 28. Earlier the marriage, the better it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, as we all know, in the current market scenario, there will never be stability in our career. So, I believe there is no such thing as, "I will marry when I settle down". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rule 2 -- Subset of marriage-able girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At times you hear statements like, "I am not getting the right match, I will look after 3 months, I will find a better match then". Well the truth is otherwise. The subset of unmarried girl looking for a match is fixed. From this subset, there would be girls who would get married &amp;amp; there would be new girls added who would be looking for a match. The net result is that at any given time, the variety &amp; number of marriage-able girls are fixed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rule 3 - Competition for girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like all other facets of life, there is lot of competition for good girls. So, if you are looking for a girl who is post graduate, done her Engg, is working, very beautiful, smart, from a good family etc. etc, just think again. There are other guys who are also looking for similar girls &amp;amp; probably they are better off than you in terms of career, looks personality etc. Given a choice every guy would like to marry Aishwarya Rai. So, set your expectations accordingly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rule 4 -- Understanding girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You would have met a lot of people during your life. As we all know, its difficult to judge a person based on a few meetings. I am sure you would agree with me that in case of girls it is even more difficult to understand them in a few meetings. I know people who are still trying to understand their wife. ;-).. Understanding your spouse is a life long assignment. So, then how do you select a girl based on a few meeting? This is where you need to take the help of your parents/ friends &amp; latest technologies like email/chat to choose your girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rule 5 - Society expectation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The selection process is tough on every one who is involved in the process. In arranged marriage, involvement of family &amp;amp; society is pretty high. You can't meet a girl 3-4 times &amp; then say no to her. It is bad for her future. So, you should have a good short-listing criterion. Meet only a few girls &amp;amp; be sure what you are looking for. It is for the benefit of everyone involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rule 6 -- Marriage between equals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unlike love marriage, in arranged marriage you also marry into the girl's family. In arranged marriages, family support plays a major role in ensuring a successful marriage. This is where the compatibility of social status, family values &amp; caste/religion plays a major role. Its important to note that in case there is a perfect match between the two families, the marriage is destined to succeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rule 7 - Know yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unlike love marriage, in arranged marriage you first marry a person &amp;amp; then fall in love. So, it's very important that you do a self-assessment on the kind of person you would love. They say, "Opposite attract", while they also say, "Bird of same feather flock together". So, you take a call on what sort of person you like. Take a pen &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp; paper; write down the kind of attributes you are looking for in a girl. Say, she should ideally have the looks of Sonia, the style of Monica, the voice of Sheena, the patience of Rashmi. You will certainly not find the perfect girl, but then you would have a good idea of what you are looking for. The secret here is to set some minimum criteria for selection. Don't forget rule no.3 here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rule 8 -- Girl's Beauty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A girl's looks attract, but then no one wants to end up marrying a dumb It is like buying your bike. When you initially buy it, you are crazy about the looks, but later on you love it for its reliability, fuel economy &amp; comfort level. Similarly, a girl's looks are important, but then it should not be the most important criteria. Later on in life, you will get bored of her looks. It is then that her personality &amp;amp; behavior will make all the difference to your marriage. I am sure your parents will be able to advice you a lot better on this topic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rule 9 -- Taking advice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I have mentioned in the next rule, it's very important that the final decision on whom to marry must necessarily be yours. However, don't do the mistake of isolating yourself from the world while planning your marriage. Discuss with your parents &amp; very close friends on this issue. They are your well wishers. Secondly, in such important matters its necessary that you analyze all possibilities. Remember, I am not suggesting that you follow others' advice, but don't forget to take their advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rule 10 -- Own decision &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All said &amp;amp; done, it's your marriage &amp; your life that is at stake. Once you are married, you &amp;amp; your wife are the only persons who will be facing the music. Don't marry a girl just because your parents or friends asked you to do so. After marriage, if things don't work out &amp; you end up saying, "It's because of my friends or my parents that I married you", then your marriage is destined for disaster. If the girl is of your choice, it is you who will be responsible for whatever happens. That's when the marriage works out perfectly. So, ensure that you marry the girl of your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How to approach the selection process? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the day, a person decides to get married; the selection process takes a minimum of 3 months. The whole process needs a lot of patience &amp; commitment. The ideal steps to be followed are: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a. Definition phase –&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Define the minimum criteria for the kind of life partner you are looking for in terms of education, physical appearance, social status, family values, future career plans. Remember the Rule 3 here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;b. Lead Generation phase – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Place ads in various newspapers, magazines, websites, through friends, family friends, family societies &amp; association etc. You need to exhaust all possible means of getting bio-datas at one go. Remember the Rule 2 here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;c. Short listing phase –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Based on your selection criteria, short-list the interesting bio-datas. The general process followed for correspondence is as follows: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25infont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-VARIANT: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The initiator sends a one page profile of himself/herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25infont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-VARIANT: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Based on the profile, the receiver sends his/her one page profile along with request for detailed profile, photo, horoscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25infont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-VARIANT: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The initiator then sends the requested information along with a request for similar information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25infont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-VARIANT: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The receiver send similar information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25infont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-VARIANT: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;If the bio-data is selected, it is passed over to the next phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A. Casual interaction phase –&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Based on short listing, about 7 to 10 bio-datas are taken forwarded to this phase. The next step to follow here is to exchange email/ chat ids. The guy &amp; the girl then interact for 10 - 15 days to try &amp;amp; judge mutual compatibility through email/chat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B. Family interaction phase – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Based on the earlier phase, about 5 leads are taken for consideration in this phase. During this phase, the parents get involved &amp; check the background information about the families to find mutual compatibility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;C. The dating phase –&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Based on the earlier phase about 3 leads are taken forward to this phase. During this phase, the guy &amp; the girl interact by going out alone for 2-3 times. The guy needs to prepare a set of simple questions like who is your favorite star, what are your hobbies? He needs to use his judgment to analyze the girl based on her responses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;D. The D-day phase –&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, the D-day comes when the guy has to select the girl he wants to spend his life with. If the process if followed systematically, there will be no ambiguity in deciding who should be your life partner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, my dear friends, marriage is all about compromises. In spite of all the planning that you do, there are a lot of uncertainties in a marriage. In fact this is the best part about marriage. Just remember that the person you marry must be of your choice. In such case, there would be no going back for both of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A few words of advice: To make your marriage a success; just believe in the age-old virtue, "Never do anything to others that you don't like for yourself". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-2899929500244261031?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/2899929500244261031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=2899929500244261031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/2899929500244261031'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I Could&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I could catch a million stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know just what I'd do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd arrange them on a paper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And sing them back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I could give you gifts of gold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd have each one inscribed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;With a special memory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That I hold, dear, inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd give you everything you'd want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Or you could ever need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But that would never measure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All you've given me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;With honesty and compassion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You lend a tender ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And when I look into your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My troubles disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But, I am not a rich man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nor lucky enough to catch a star,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can only give you one thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All that's in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is something you'll never be without,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whether you are near or far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For it is a simple but precious gift...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My love is where you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-2604620358767978371?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/2604620358767978371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=2604620358767978371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/2604620358767978371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Internet'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;India through Orkut in Bombay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A girl and a guy met in orkut. Usual stuff. They talked with each other, became trusted friends. But ... that's not all. She was found dead in the hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The guy killed her. (Scroll Down To View The News in CNN IBN)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Profile of the Victim: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=11725203022944506305"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=11725203022944506305&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Profile of the Murderer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=348385650417627297"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=348385650417627297&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RlaPYsuobPI/AAAAAAAAAvo/huSZ3T4jV2U/s1600-h/cnn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068396085138451698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RlaPYsuobPI/AAAAAAAAAvo/huSZ3T4jV2U/s400/cnn.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CNN Screenshot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Watch the news in CNN IBN channel !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='474' height='392'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://features.ibnlive.com/videos/embed/40709/C1520A46F5A03B820B85FADC2E7111C8385B6EFE0E8D09D692202B007C9F6465250AF9776187481B42E0EC7A9A0B83F19C6669118A745B72F748D359A7C37F76193694716B230BCF6E71DB421B44E1E97882'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://features.ibnlive.com/videos/embed/40709/C1520A46F5A03B820B85FADC2E7111C8385B6EFE0E8D09D692202B007C9F6465250AF9776187481B42E0EC7A9A0B83F19C6669118A745B72F748D359A7C37F76193694716B230BCF6E71DB421B44E1E97882' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='474' height='392'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ibnlive.com/videos/40709/cops-use-orkut-to-track-murderer.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.ibnlive.com/videos/40709/cops-use-orkut-to-track-murderer.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-5280449253718240573?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/5280449253718240573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=5280449253718240573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/5280449253718240573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/5280449253718240573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/05/india-through-orkut-in-bombay.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RlaPYsuobPI/AAAAAAAAAvo/huSZ3T4jV2U/s72-c/cnn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-5036398192050384139</id><published>2007-05-20T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T06:39:39.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Epitaph&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another story I wrote when I was in 12th. Found it from the same old notebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hese red and white flowers caused to germinate from them, and the first drop of water was her tears. They have to tell a story related me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RlBM3suobKI/AAAAAAAAAuw/E5iWzC4eSGE/s1600-h/my_girl.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RlBPZsuobLI/AAAAAAAAAu4/YxLnrf_HyBw/s1600-h/my_girl.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066636883713879218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RlBPZsuobLI/AAAAAAAAAu4/YxLnrf_HyBw/s400/my_girl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It begins in a shiny day, I was in a railway station waiting for my train to my home town. The train was too late and men and women were so impatient. At last the train reached the station and the crowd rushed towards it. There had no space for a pin point in the train. I thought for a movement that the luck was with me, because I found a seat there. I rushed towards but just then an umbrella –an extraordinary one, white cloth with red flowers– placed my seat and a skirt usurped it. It was a long journey about seven hours, so I began to imagine the age and beauty of that lady, just to prevent my boredom. 'To imagine', because I couldn’t see her face, as the crowd rushed me into the darkness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After that I came across the same umbrella several times, but I could not see the possessor. Every time when I saw it, there will be some losses to me. But infect, I was always searching for the same. The week and months were displaced for years. That was a rainy day. The city was so disturbed with the crowd. Because of the an unexpected rain, people and vehicles were impatiently rushed towards their destinations. I had to cross the road but I got wondered for a movement for, I saw the same umbrella among the crowd. It was rushing towards me as if she was longing to reach me, and I tried my best to trace her face out and.......Oh! Ohh... Sorry!! I can't tell anything more, because a vehicle, I think it was a bus, ran over me. But no one noticed it. Even I got it to know from an evening news paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At last she came to visit me once, with a handful of white and red flowers. She scattered it on my tomb and the tears rolled over her cheeks and drop on the flowers… Then I could saw her first time. She was beautiful! Very beautiful...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-5036398192050384139?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/5036398192050384139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=5036398192050384139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/5036398192050384139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/5036398192050384139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/05/epitaph-this-is-another-story-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RlBPZsuobLI/AAAAAAAAAu4/YxLnrf_HyBw/s72-c/my_girl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-2475986233760112272</id><published>2007-05-18T04:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T04:19:23.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Evil Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;This is not a new story. I wrote it when I was in my 12th. Today I found it from an old notebook of that time…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a cold and dark night; I was in a cemetery to pilfer something to earn my livelihood. You may think that what has to steal from a cemetery. But even dead-bodies are highly demanded in nether world. The waiting went on until the clock tower uttered for one O'clock. Then I left the vault, which I had used as a covert room. Actually I wasn't free from fear and expected for a snarl on every step. Because of the cold zephyr and the silence, there had been a peculiar sequestration. There had no other sound but my footsteps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cemetery was situated in the heart of the city, and there have a Bank building on the other side of the cemetery wall. Between the Bank and cemetery, there had a crucifix also. I walked towards it to pray as usual. Then my sixth sense told me there is happening something peculiar. I looked around and could find out that there is a man trying to climb through the pipeline of the Bank building. I halt there. He was going higher to higher. I got anxious and couldn't even to wink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he is on the twelfth floor and only a few steps to the top. But the fortune wouldn't be always with the thieves. By a false step, he began to fall down fast and fast than anybody can imagine. I expected for a cry, but I couldn't hear even a groan. The only one sound I have heard was like falling a heavy sack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cramped for a movement and walked slowly towards the bank and jumped out of the wall and approached the dead body, washed with the blood. I sat there and scrutinized it with my trembling hand and tremulous soul. I could find out the man was no more. I shuddered and panted with fear. I took a long breath to get comfortable and at last I could take a decision. I took the body on my shoulder and walked towards my shelter with praising the kindness of God, for the unexpected fortune, which came through without having any effort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-2475986233760112272?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/2475986233760112272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=2475986233760112272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/2475986233760112272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/2475986233760112272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/05/evil-spirit-this-is-new-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-6453251376073632680</id><published>2007-05-10T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:05:55.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah..bla...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orkut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communities'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Some Orkut Communities…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How deep a teacher could influence their children? How much they could be special to his / her students? Look at these Screenshots of some Orkut Communities…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RkP_Q0r5cVI/AAAAAAAAAt8/umbWNQPwXi8/s1600-h/saramma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063171070580322642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RkP_Q0r5cVI/AAAAAAAAAt8/umbWNQPwXi8/s400/saramma.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Saramma Teacher: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=12330099"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=12330099&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RkP_7kr5cWI/AAAAAAAAAuE/N9sSSO7w9KY/s1600-h/krishnankutti.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063171805019730274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RkP_7kr5cWI/AAAAAAAAAuE/N9sSSO7w9KY/s400/krishnankutti.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Krishnankutty: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=14318836"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=14318836&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RkQHKEr5cXI/AAAAAAAAAuM/eJhpFloiDhI/s1600-h/alex.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063179750709227890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RkQHKEr5cXI/AAAAAAAAAuM/eJhpFloiDhI/s400/alex.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Alex Sir: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=12333537"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=12333537&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-6453251376073632680?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/6453251376073632680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=6453251376073632680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/6453251376073632680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/6453251376073632680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-orkut-communities-how-deep-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RkP_Q0r5cVI/AAAAAAAAAt8/umbWNQPwXi8/s72-c/saramma.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-9049297645060327199</id><published>2007-04-26T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T01:12:19.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The Solitary Reaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;William Wordsworth. (1770–1850)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BEHOLD her, single in the field,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yon solitary Highland Lass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reaping and singing by herself;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stop here, or gently pass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alone she cuts and binds the grain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And sings a melancholy strain;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O listen! for the Vale profound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is overflowing with the sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No Nightingale did ever chaunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More welcome notes to weary bands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of travellers in some shady haunt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Among Arabian sands:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Breaking the silence of the seas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Among the farthest Hebrides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will no one tell me what she sings?—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For old, unhappy, far-off things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And battles long ago:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or is it some more humble lay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Familiar matter of to-day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That has been, and may be again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As if her song could have no ending;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw her singing at her work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And o'er the sickle bending;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I listen'd, motionless and still;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, as I mounted up the hill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The music in my heart I bore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Long after it was heard no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-9049297645060327199?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/9049297645060327199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=9049297645060327199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/9049297645060327199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/9049297645060327199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/04/solitary-reaper-william-wordsworth.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-235895922413973784</id><published>2007-04-25T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:57:46.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah..bla...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiswarya Abhishek Wedding Photos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RjBLY0r5bmI/AAAAAAAAAnA/bRwvgMmk2GY/s1600-h/ash001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057625271368773218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RjBLY0r5bmI/AAAAAAAAAnA/bRwvgMmk2GY/s400/ash001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RjBM80r5bpI/AAAAAAAAAnY/V98iyBp1DKg/s1600-h/ash006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-235895922413973784?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/235895922413973784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=235895922413973784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/235895922413973784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/235895922413973784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/04/aiswarya-abhishek-wedding-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RjBLY0r5bmI/AAAAAAAAAnA/bRwvgMmk2GY/s72-c/ash001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-7772946048168767044</id><published>2007-04-22T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T05:18:58.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Windows XP. Malayalam Version...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RitSf-JI9uI/AAAAAAAAAmk/wmMG7zf7uKc/s1600-h/mal_windows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056225715864270562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RitSf-JI9uI/AAAAAAAAAmk/wmMG7zf7uKc/s400/mal_windows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-7772946048168767044?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/7772946048168767044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=7772946048168767044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/7772946048168767044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/7772946048168767044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/04/windows-xp.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RitSf-JI9uI/AAAAAAAAAmk/wmMG7zf7uKc/s72-c/mal_windows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-1819988101865762354</id><published>2007-04-15T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T05:10:28.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The One and Only Love Song I Have Ever Heard... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Backstreet Boys !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Show me the meaning of being lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So many words for the broken heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;its hard to see in a crimson love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so hard to breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;walk with me and maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nights of light so soon become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wild and free I can feel the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;your every wish will be done they tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Show me the meaning of being lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;is this the feeling I need to walk with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tell me why I can’t be there where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;there’s somethin' missin' in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life goes on as it never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;eyes of stone observe the trends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;they never say forever gaze, if only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;guilty roads to an endless love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;there’s no control are you with me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;your every wish will be done they tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Show me the meaning of being lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;is this the feeling I need to walk with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tell me why I can’t be there where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;there’s somethin' missin' in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;there's nowhere to run i have no place to go Surrender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;my heart' body and soul how can it be you're asking me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;to feel the things you never show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you are missing in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tell me why i can not be there where you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Show me the meaning of being lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;is this the feeling I need to walk with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tell me why I can’t be there where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;there’s somethin' missin' in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;there’s no way to run I have no place to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;surrender my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;body and soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;how could it be you're askin me to feel things you never show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Click here and enjoy the song: &lt;a href="http://mircheez.blogspot.com/2007/03/backstreet-boys-show-me-meaning-of.html"&gt;http://mircheez.blogspot.com/2007/03/backstreet-boys-show-me-meaning-of.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-1819988101865762354?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/1819988101865762354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=1819988101865762354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/1819988101865762354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/1819988101865762354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-and-only-love-song-i-have-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-6983169244444708853</id><published>2007-04-14T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T21:40:24.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a real story of a young college girl who passed away lastmonth in chennai.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her name was Priya. She was hit by a Truck. She was working in a call centre. She has a boy friend named Shankar. Both of them are true lovers. They always hang on the phone. You can never see her without her handphone.In fact she also changed herphone from Airtel to Hutch, so both of them  can be on the same network, and save on the cost. She spends half of the day talking with shankar. Priya's family knows about their relationship. Shankar is very close with Priya's family. (just imagine their love) . Before she passed away she always told her friends "If I pass away please burn me with my handphone" she also said the same thing to her parents. After her death, people cant carry her body, I was there. A lot of them tried to do so but still cant , everybody including me, had tried to carry the body, the result is still the same. Eventually, they called a person who know to one of their neighbours, who can speak with the soul of dead person , who is a friend of her father. He took a stick and started speaking to himself slowly.After a few minutes, he said "this girl misses something here". then her friends told that person about her intentions to burn her with her phone. He then opened the grave box and place her phone and SIM card inside the casket. after that they tried to carry the body. It could be moved and they carried it into the van easily. All of us were shocked.Priya's parents did not inform Shankar that Priya had passed away.After 2 weeks Shankar called Priya's mom.Shankar :...."Atte, I'm coming home today. Cook something nice forme.Dont tell Priya that I'm coming home today, i wanna surprise her." Her mother replied....."You come home first, I wanna tell you something very important." after he came, they told him the truth about Priya. Shankar thinks that they were playing a fool. He was laughing and said "dont try to fool me - tell Priya to come out, i have a gift for her Please stop this nonsense............ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop this nonsense". then they show him the original death certificate to him.They gave him proof to make him believe. (Shankar started to sweat) He said... "Its not true. we spoke yesterday. She still calls me.Shankar was shaking. Suddenly, Shankar's phone rang. "see this is from Priya, see this..." he showed the phone to priya's family. all ofthem told him to answer.he talked using the loudspeaker mode. all of themheard his conversation. Loud and clear, no cross lines, no humming. It is the actual voice of Priya &amp; there is no way others could use her SIM card since it is nailed inside the grave box they were so shocked and asked for the same person's (who can speak with the soul of deal perosns) help again. He brought his master to solve this matter. He &amp;amp; his master worked for 5 hours. Then they discovered one thing which really shocked them... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hutch has the best coverage. Wherever you go, our network follows!!! Never in my life i have read such an email...Wasted ten minutes coz of this... yo........buuzzaaaaaaa........adios.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-6983169244444708853?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/6983169244444708853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=6983169244444708853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/6983169244444708853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/6983169244444708853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-real-story-of-young-college.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-8472817850530629304</id><published>2007-03-28T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T04:28:24.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Along the life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They went along to carry off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the grin belong to their own bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They trolled along to carry off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the grief belong to their own soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They plough along to carry off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the belch belong to their own belly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They dug along to carry off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the drought belong to their own throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They ran along to carry off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the time belong to their own days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They live along to carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The genes belong to their own race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They prayed along to carry off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the sins belong to their own life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then rest along to carry off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The stress belong to their own doom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-8472817850530629304?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/8472817850530629304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=8472817850530629304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/8472817850530629304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/8472817850530629304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/03/along-life-they-went-along-to-carry-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-7122278059214289170</id><published>2007-03-25T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T05:53:46.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RfaIke_dSbI/AAAAAAAAABM/ERZeUyKnqrA/s1600-h/awesome_web-star_hot-lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041366993263741362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RfaIke_dSbI/AAAAAAAAABM/ERZeUyKnqrA/s200/awesome_web-star_hot-lips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prof. of Economics: Kiss is that thing for which the demand is aways higher than the supply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prof. of Accountancy: Kiss is a credit because it is profitable when returned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prof. of Algebra: Kiss is infinity because two divided by nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prof. of Geometry: Kiss is the shortest distance between two lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prof. of Physics: Kiss is the contraction of mouth due to the expansion of the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prof. of Chemistry: Kiss is the reaction of the interaction between two hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prof. of Physiology: Kiss is the juxtaposition of two orbicularisoris muscles in the state of contraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prof. of Dentistry: Kiss is infectious and antiseptic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prof. of Philosophy: Kiss is the persecution for the child, ecstasy for the youth and homage for the old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prof. of Comp.Science: What is a kiss? It seems to be an undefined variable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prof. of English: Kiss is a noun that is used as a conjunction, it is more common than proper, it is spoken in the plural and it is applicable to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prof. of Architecture: Kiss is a process which builds a solid bond between the two dynamic objects.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-3521953142762717506?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/3521953142762717506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=3521953142762717506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/3521953142762717506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/3521953142762717506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/03/different-opinions-about-kiss-prof.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/RfaIke_dSbI/AAAAAAAAABM/ERZeUyKnqrA/s72-c/awesome_web-star_hot-lips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-2952005534047083782</id><published>2007-02-25T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T05:51:55.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chatting'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Interesting Chat Session….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; hello abilash, whr r u? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; i'm in tvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; ok, tvm evide? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; tvm evideyokke ariyum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; all place ariyallo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; I'm in Statue now, r u from tvm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; statue? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; ya, pulimood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She: &lt;/strong&gt;ok, pulimood ariyam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; whr r u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hello.... do u have a yahoo ID?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I prefer yahoo to chat... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; but i dont like that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; actually l hate chatting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont like it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but ur heading me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so am replying to u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thats all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i thnk ur busy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;am also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; ok.... But I like to chat with my friends and like to make more friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;through chating...well, I'm not going to HEAD you anymore... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok thats nice abhilash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i thnk chatting is cheating.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i just feel so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thats why i hate chating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;am not blaming u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; But it's against MY experiance, because I got sincere friends online... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; oh!!..good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but my experience is different &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : that's why, views says to be depends....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She&lt;/strong&gt;: may be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but i like firendship..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; which kind of? those from early childhood.... from kindergarten? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; nice joking.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes all kind off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; thats good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; thanx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; no mention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; okey, then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; then... bye... what else... after all u don't like to chat, and there's no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;other means of communications available now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; dont misunderstand me sbilash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; Not misunderstanding u ********** ********* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Replaced)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; wowww!! thats nice i like dis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;keep it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me :&lt;/strong&gt; Oki.... glad to hear that u like that, well, i'll keep it up with my yahoo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;buddies [;)] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, my friends… What do you thinking of chatting? Cheating?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-2952005534047083782?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/2952005534047083782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=2952005534047083782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/2952005534047083782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/2952005534047083782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/02/interesting-chat-session.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-1493527839053862391</id><published>2007-02-21T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:57:13.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jai Hind'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abhilashmg.blogspot.com"&gt;Hello Everyone,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;These pictures shows the gross disrespect and insult to the Indian National flag by this so called "spiritual leader" and self proclaimed "GOD" Mataji Nirmala Devi. This disrespect to our national flag shows that she has definately no respect or love for the country that gave her so much and her husband who was an IAS officer and chief of the SCI (he is seated next to her in the pics). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Such a shame!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I do urge and plead with all Indians who deeply love their country to forward the photos to as many people as possible so that it does catch the eye of someone higher up in the Indian Govt who can really take some action against this cult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;JAI HIND ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abhilashmg.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034263295145928434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/Rd1Ly1T15vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iUREwlRuJ74/s320/0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.abhilashmg.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034263544254031618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/Rd1MBVT15wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Qryj8eMkpzk/s320/0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.abhilashmg.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034263896441349906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/Rd1MV1T15xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ld7AksK4PWE/s320/0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-1493527839053862391?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/1493527839053862391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=1493527839053862391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/1493527839053862391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/1493527839053862391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-everyone-these-pictures-shows.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFU3t2Whnng/Rd1Ly1T15vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iUREwlRuJ74/s72-c/0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-6534803108262166499</id><published>2007-02-10T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T04:47:43.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com"&gt;THIS IS TRUE LOVE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on the road on a motorcycle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Slow down. I’m scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Guy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No this is fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No its not. Please, its too scary! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Guy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then tell me you love me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Fine, I love you. Slow down! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Guy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Now give me a BIG hug. Girl hugs him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Guy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Can you take my helmet off &amp; put it on yourself? Its bugging me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the paper the next day A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people were on it, but only one had survived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his brakes broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him &amp;amp; felt her hug him one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If there is anyone in life you love this much, please send this....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its high time for u to react and open up your heart.......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-6534803108262166499?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/6534803108262166499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=6534803108262166499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/6534803108262166499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/6534803108262166499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-true-love-girl-and-guy-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-8579631781404892951</id><published>2007-02-10T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T00:39:42.712-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hust For laugh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Who says our English is complex.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Just see below - Ours is simple, short, concise, straight-to-point, effective etc........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN GIVING A CUSTOMER BAD NEWS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;British:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sorry, Sir, but we don't seem to have the sweater you want in your size, but if you give me a moment, I can call the other outlets for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: No Stock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;RETURNING A CALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;British:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hello, this is John Smith. Did anyone page for me a few moments ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asian :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hello, who page?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ASKING SOMEONE TO MAKE WAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;British: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Excuse me, I'd like to get by. Would you please make way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asian :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; S-kew me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHEN SOMEONE OFFERS TO PAY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;British: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hey, put your wallet away, this drink is on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asian :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No-need, lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHEN ASKING FOR PERMISSION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;British: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Excuse me, but do you think it would be possible for me to enter through this door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asian :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (pointing the door) can ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHEN ENTERTAINING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;British:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Please make yourself right at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asian :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Don't be shy, lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHEN DOUBTING SOMEONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;British:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't recall you giving me the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asian :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Where got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHEN DECLINING AN OFFER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;British:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'd prefer not to do that, if you don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asian :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Don't want la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN DISAGREEING ON A TOPIC OF DISCUSSION.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;British:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Err. Tom, I have to stop you there. I understand where you're coming from, but I really have to disagree with what you said about the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asian :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You mad, ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHEN ASKING SOMEONE TO LOWER THEIR VOICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;British:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Excuse me, but could you please ! lower your voice, I'm trying to concentrate over here. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asian :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Shut up lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHEN ASKING SOMEONE IF HE/SHE KNOWS YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;British:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Excuse me, but I noticed you staring at me for some time. Do I know you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asian :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; See what, see what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHEN ASSESSING A TIGHT SITUATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;British:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We seem to be in a bit of a predicament at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asian :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Die-lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHEN TRYING TO FIND OUT WHAT HAD HAPPENED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;British:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Will someone tell me what has just happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asian :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Wat happen Why like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHEN SOME ONE DID SOMETHING WRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;British:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This isn't the way to do it here let me show you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asian :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like that also don't know how to do!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-8579631781404892951?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/8579631781404892951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=8579631781404892951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/8579631781404892951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/8579631781404892951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/02/who-says-our-english-is-complex.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-3361657820384884030</id><published>2007-02-09T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:47:41.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explore Yourself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Below are four (4) questions and a bonus question.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You have to answer them instantly. You can't take your time, answer allof them immediately. OK?&lt;br /&gt;Let's find out just how clever you really are.... Ready? GO!!! (scrolldown) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First Question:&lt;/span&gt; You are participating in a race. You overtake the secondperson. What position are you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt; If you answered that you are first, then you are absolutely wrong! If you overtake the second person and you take his place, you aresecond!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to screw up next time. Now answer the second question, butdon't take as much time as you took for the first question, OK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Second Question:&lt;/span&gt; I f you overtake the last person, then you are...?scroll down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt; If you answered that you are second to last, then you are wrongagain. Tell me, how can you overtake the LAST Person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not very good at this, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Third Question:&lt;/span&gt; Very tricky arithmetic! Note: This must be done in yourhead only. Do NOT use paper and pencil or a calculator. Try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 1000 and add 40 to it. Now add another 1000 . Now add 30. Addanother 1000. Now add 20 . Now add another 1000 Now add 10. What is thetotal?&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down for answer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Answer: &lt;/span&gt;Did you get 5000? The correct answer is actually 4100. If you don'tbelieve it, check it with a calculator!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is definitely not your day, is it? Maybe you'll get the lastquestion right.... Maybe.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fourth Question:&lt;/span&gt; Mary's father has five daughters: 1. Nana, 2. Nene, 3.Nini, 4. Nono. What is the name of the fifth daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Answer: &lt;/span&gt;Did you Answer Nunu? NO! Of course it isn't. Her name is Mary. Read thequestion again!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, now the bonus round:&lt;/span&gt; A mute person goes into a shop and wants tobuy a toothbrush. By imitating the action of brushing his teeth hesuccessfully expresses himself to the shopkeeper and the purchase isdone.Next, a blind man comes into the shop who wants to buy a pair ofsunglasses; how does HE indicate what he wants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Answer: &lt;/span&gt;He just has to open his mouth and ask... It's really very simple....Like you! PASS THIS ON TO FRUSTRATE THE SMART PEOPLE IN YOUR LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-3361657820384884030?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/3361657820384884030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=3361657820384884030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/3361657820384884030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/3361657820384884030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/02/below-are-four-4-questions-and-bonus.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-4413449888283536199</id><published>2007-02-06T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:47:41.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;INDIA is set to become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the second largest economy in the world ahead of US by 2050 acording to GOLDMAN SACHS BRICK report. Productivity growth will help the contry sustain over 8% growth until 2020. The original report in 2003 had projected that INDIA's GDP would outstrip JAPAN's by 2032. It also said in 30 yrs the COUNTRY would be WORLD's third largest economy after CHINA and the US. The new report goes one step further by moving INDIA up from no.3 to no.2. the reasons for high productivity growth are increased openness to trade, investment in information and communication technology and greater financial deepening........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Now the question is, despite a lot of hurdle "Can we become strongest economic power till 2050"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;friends please share your views on this topic...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-4413449888283536199?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/4413449888283536199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=4413449888283536199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/4413449888283536199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/4413449888283536199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/02/india-is-set-to-become-second-largest.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-116964395938916996</id><published>2007-01-24T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T05:05:59.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well… the count down started…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve been trying to configure php, MySql and Apache Server for a long… If MySql configured, php will not work, if php worked, MySql will not work and if I could configure both of them, Apache will not start. Atlast, it’s today I could configure them all together. Well… the count down started… I’m going to jump into the php pool…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-116964395938916996?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/116964395938916996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=116964395938916996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116964395938916996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116964395938916996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-count-down-started-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-116869066294906729</id><published>2007-01-13T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T04:31:47.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abhilashmg.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hi all Harry Potter Fans...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/53366/ginny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/320/437005/ginny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hope you know well, what is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tom Riddle's diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. Well, it is magical diary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ginny Weasley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; brought to The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hogwarts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; School of Witchcrafts and Wizardry in her first year. Actually it was one of the horcruxes of Tom Riddle (LordVoldemort). It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr.Lucius Malfoy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;who gave the diary to Ginny, without her knowledge. It was this diary made the entire problems in the school during her first year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, anyone who went through that incidents would like to possess that diary for a while. If you'd like an encounter with Riddle's Diary, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pandorabots.com/pandora/talk?botid=c96f911b3e35f9e1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Click Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;or copy and paste the link below in your browser's Address bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pandorabots.com/pandora/talk?botid=c96f911b3e35f9e1"&gt;http://pandorabots.com/pandora/talk?botid=c96f911b3e35f9e1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Type your questions in it's right side, it'll answer you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-116869066294906729?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/116869066294906729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=116869066294906729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116869066294906729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116869066294906729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/01/hi-all-harry-potter-fans.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-116868409009710641</id><published>2007-01-13T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T02:28:10.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abhilashmg.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HOW TO RECRUIT THE RIGHT PERSON FOR THE JOB?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put about 100 bricks in some particular order in a closed room with an open window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then send 2 or 3 candidates in the room and close the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave them alone and come back after 6 hours and then analyze the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are counting the bricks. Put them in the accounts department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are recounting them.. Put them in auditing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they have messed up the whole place with the bricks. Put them in engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are arranging the bricks in some strange order. Put them in planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are throwing the bricks at each other. Put them in operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are sleeping. Put them in security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they have broken the bricks into pieces. Put them in information technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If they are sitting idle. Put them in human resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they say they have tried different combinations, yet not a brick has been moved. Put them in sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they have already left for the day. Put them in marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are staring out of the window. Put them on strategic planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And then last but not least. If they are talking to each other and not a single brick has been moved. Congratulate them and put them in top management.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-116868409009710641?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/116868409009710641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=116868409009710641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116868409009710641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116868409009710641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-to-recruit-right-person-for-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-116852233349153143</id><published>2007-01-11T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T05:32:13.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bits of broken memories.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, my younger brother happened to mention some of my old friends. Afterwards I went through the faded memories of my past happenings. Through my childhood, through my early school days and now I remember most of them by their name or by their face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit in front of my computer to write down my memories for blog, the first face fade in to me is of Neena my first crush. She lived in my neighborhood for 3 of 4 months when I was around 5 or 6 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to visit my mom’s relatives lived in a rented house in “Kannammoola”, Trivandrum. There in that house, another family was also lived in the second portion. I don’t remember them, but I do remember a boy of that family. Even though I couldn’t remember his name, still I remember a weapon he always kept in his hand. That was a bit of broken ‘gate’ seemed to be a big arrow. He used this weapon to peel the big roots of a gigantic teak tree in backyard.&lt;br /&gt;Another memory related to that place is a small vegetable shop opposite to the gate. We used to buy cucumber from there to eat raw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In my first year in school, I had got a “Chechi” there. I don’t know what her name was, everybody used to call her “Mottachi” and obviously it can’t be a name. She was in 7th standard. She used to treat me as her own younger brother and came to feed me regularly in lunch brake.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a lot of friends there in U.P.S. Palkulangara and most of them were with me there till my 7th standard. I remember Anil, Francis (Maala), Gireesh, Santhosh (Chakkala), Sajeev (he was in standard “A”), Lakshmi, Swapna, Divya, Ranjini (or Rajitha?) Manoj (Kunjan), Shinoj, syam, another Santhosh, Sijov….. etc etc…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was the pet of almost all teachers taught me. I used to travel in their lap to other schools for competitions. I don’t know whether they remember me or not. But how can I forget them? Still I remember Eliyamma teacher. I and my younger brother used to visit her home almost all days and even had food from there. Her son Sijov was my classmate. I met his younger brother Sinov some days before in orkut. He said Sijov is now working as a Sanskrit teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once Eliyamma teacher gave me some clay and told me to ask my father a dog’s sculpture. He made it but I didn’t get that to her, instead I kept it for a long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh…!! Its very difficult to recollect all in a string... well, I'll do it later :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-116852233349153143?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/116852233349153143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=116852233349153143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116852233349153143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116852233349153143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/01/bits-of-broken-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-116825293134868835</id><published>2007-01-08T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T02:42:11.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;One More Internet Cafe in Perintalmanna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/501312/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/205265/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/400/945117/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(On behalf of my friend Faisal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-116825293134868835?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/116825293134868835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=116825293134868835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116825293134868835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116825293134868835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-more-internet-cafe-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-116798370674774902</id><published>2007-01-04T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T23:55:06.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abhilashmg.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did they celebrate their New Year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three girls from a famous school in Perintalmanna – a small town in Malappuram district of Kerala state – put their record New Year Celebrations in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They contributed their school fee (Rs3000 each) together and brought their friends to a famous restaurant in Perintalmanna town. After the feast, they got a bill of Rs.6500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the restaurant management noticed their school badge and informed the school authority about this unusual bill. Soon after the celebrations, they got their New Year gift in the form of a dismissal letter from the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tail Piece:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The Beverage Corporation of Kerala claims its record sales on 31st December 2006. It was of Rs.34.55 crores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-116798370674774902?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/116798370674774902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=116798370674774902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116798370674774902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116798370674774902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-did-they-celebrate-their-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-116762988050745343</id><published>2006-12-31T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T21:38:00.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saddam Hussein EXECUTION in IRAQ FULL CLEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;table xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="" id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-2269346183614501083&amp;amp;hl=en" style="width:400px; height:326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;The Excecution of former iraqi leader Saddam Hussein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddam.... We are with u... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-116762988050745343?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/116762988050745343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=116762988050745343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116762988050745343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116762988050745343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/12/saddam-hussein-execution-in-iraq-full.html' title='Saddam Hussein EXECUTION in IRAQ FULL CLEAR'/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-116714430679620773</id><published>2006-12-26T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:02:28.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tata's announced 1 lakh Rupees Car - Really Cute, Na?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/140600/061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/400/413277/061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/710760/051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/400/203957/051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/767168/041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/400/907266/041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/221015/031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/400/687866/031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/654003/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/88031/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/400/987866/011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/942803/021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/400/827926/021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-116714430679620773?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/116714430679620773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=116714430679620773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116714430679620773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116714430679620773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/12/tatas-announced-1-lakh-rupees-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-116686443339416052</id><published>2006-12-23T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T01:04:52.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The name for the seventh book of 'Harry Potter' series announced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was yesterday (22-12-2006) night when I was watching the news in 'Headlines Today' I heard the news for which I had been waiting for months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The name for the seventh book of 'Harry Potter' series announced - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the final book of J.K.Rowling's evertime hit 'Harry Potter' Series. There are speculations that she must kill Harry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks 'Headlines Today' to get me the news fresh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter - a wizard boy, whose parents were killed by the Dark Lord -Lord Voldemort- the most dangerous wizard ever lived, and whose name was frightened the whole wizards world. The wizards world called him "You know who" or He who must not be named". Harry Potter was the only one survived the Imperius Curse (Avada Kedavra). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voldemort tried to kill Harry when he was only a kid of one year old. But Harry survived surprisingly with just a scar left on his forehead, and all the powers of Lord Voldemort gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Harry's parents were killed by Voldemort, Albus Dumbledore -the headmaster for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry- brought him to his uncle and aunt's possession. Harry's uncle and aunt both were Muggles (Non Magical People) and both were hated Potter family being wizards. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and their son Dudley treated Harry in a sarcastic way. He lived his whole life in 'Private Drive' in the cupboard under the stairs of Dursley's home until he got his admission in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his 10th birthday Rubeus Hagrid -the half jaint- brought him Diagon Alley to purchase his study materials and school essentials, even though his uncle and aunt tried their maximum to prevent him from joining the school. Hagrid gave him the ticket for Hogwarts express and left. It was from Hagrid he know about the wizards world and even the fact that he was himself a wizard!!!&lt;br /&gt;With the help of a wizard family (Weasleys) he met at London railway station, he found the platform 'nine and three quarters' from where the Hogwarts Express departs every September 1 at 11am without fail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Hogwarts Express he met his bosom friends Ron (Ronald Weasley) and Hermione Granger who help later his encounters with Lord Voldemort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the story develops through the six books we can see some similarities between Harry and Voldemort such as both were Half-Blood, orphans and Parselmouth (one who can speak snake's language).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name announced book 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows' is the final of Harry Potter Series. Harry Potter fans all over the world awaits for the book eagerly as there is loads of rumors have already spread on this regard and people who love Harry looking forward longingly the release of seventh book 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-116686443339416052?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/116686443339416052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=116686443339416052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116686443339416052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116686443339416052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/12/name-for-seventh-book-of-harry-potter.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-116679321433595498</id><published>2006-12-22T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T05:17:54.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Celebrating jubilee with a difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citizens of the State have never experienced any dearth of ideas. And being police officers of the exclusive wing of telecommunication unit, they have come out with a novel way to celebrate the Golden Jubilee of the formation of the State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unit simply printed 1,000 copies of a written examination containing 50 objective type questions about the history of the State from November 1, 1956, to November 1, 2006, and distributed among their colleagues and friends. Participants can refer textbooks and answer questions such as when was the police uniform modernised, formation of Alappuzha district, starting of the Dubai-Thiruvananthapuram flight service, President's rule imposed in the State and so on. S. Chandrakumar, president of the Telecommunication Unit of the Kerala Police Officers Association, says the participants can also take copies of the question sheet and use them. Age is no bar for taking part in this contest. The prize winners will be announced after the State conference to be held in Malappuram on Saturday. Through the contest, the department is spreading a message, ``Police is your friend. Interact with them without fear. Cooperate with them to help you.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Copyright: 1995 - 2006 The Hindu&lt;br /&gt;Source: The Hindu (Kerala)&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hinduonnet.com/2006/12/22/stories/2006122201260200.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;http://www.hinduonnet.com/2006/12/22/stories/2006122201260200.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-116679321433595498?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/116679321433595498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=116679321433595498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116679321433595498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116679321433595498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/12/celebrating-jubilee-with-difference.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-116678186722960889</id><published>2006-12-22T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:10:02.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Snaps From My City :.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/156456/parliment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/400/759912/parliment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gandhi at Legislative Complex - Thiruvananthapuram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/332340/kims.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/400/501558/kims.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kerala Institute of Medical Science (KIMS) Thiruvananthapuram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/140111/Gandhi_Park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/400/579652/Gandhi_Park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gandhi Park. East Fort - Thiruvananthapuram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/271422/Kowdiyar_palace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/400/44090/Kowdiyar_palace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kowdiyar Palace. Kowdiyar - Thiruvananthapuram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/587982/ocean_view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/400/221680/ocean_view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sea View at Veli - Thiruvananthapuram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/549516/flotting_restaurent_veli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/400/560731/flotting_restaurent_veli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flotting Restaurent at Veli - Thiruvananthapuram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/956910/Veli_lake_walkway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/400/740058/Veli_lake_walkway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lakeside Pavement at Veli - Thiruvananthapuram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-116678186722960889?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/116678186722960889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=116678186722960889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116678186722960889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116678186722960889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/12/snaps-from-my-city.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-116668092928497491</id><published>2006-12-20T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:05:23.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/423532/21810298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/320/878505/21810298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Facts About Orkut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I received few facts about the person behind orkut. Dont miss to read the last one which I found after searching on net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the mastermind behind Orkut social networking community.&lt;br /&gt;Some facts about Orkut:&lt;br /&gt;1) Orkut Buyukkokten(the creator of Orkut) gets $12 when every person registers to this website.&lt;br /&gt;2) He also gets $10 when you add somebody as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;3) He gets $8 when your friend’s friend adds you as a friend &amp; gets $6 if anybody adds you as a friend in the resulting chain.&lt;br /&gt;4) He gets $5 when you scrap somebody &amp;amp; $4 when somebody scraps you.&lt;br /&gt;5) He also gets $200 for each photograph you upload on Orkut.&lt;br /&gt;6) He gets $2.5 when you add your friend in the crush-list or in the hot-list.&lt;br /&gt;7) He gets $2 when you become somebody’s fan.&lt;br /&gt;He gets $1.5 when somebody else becomes your fan.&lt;br /&gt;9) He even gets $1 every time you logout of Orkut.&lt;br /&gt;10) He gets $0.5 every time you just change your profile-photograph.&lt;br /&gt;11) He also gets $0.5 every time you read your friend’s scrap-book &amp; $0.5&lt;br /&gt;every time you view your friend’s friend-list.&lt;br /&gt;12) Many Global Financial Consultants think this person might become the&lt;br /&gt;richest-person in the world by the end of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;13) Finally, this is the best fact. This person has 13 assistants to monitor his scrapbook &amp;amp; 8 assistants to monitor his friends-list. He gets around 20,000 friend-requests a day &amp;amp; about 85,000 scraps a day.&lt;br /&gt;14) A company named Affinity Engines that builds social networking products for universities (that just so happens to have been founded by Orkut Buyukkokten - the creator of orkut.com - quite interesting) is now suing Google for stealing their code - Company Claims Orkut Stole Orkut Code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-116668092928497491?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/116668092928497491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=116668092928497491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116668092928497491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116668092928497491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/12/facts-about-orkut-here-i-received-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-116662113800467111</id><published>2006-12-20T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T05:29:05.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have Nice Dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rob kissed his wife, crawled into bed and fell asleep. All of a Sudden, he woke up to find an elderly man dressed in a white robe Standing at the foot of his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?... And who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" This is not your bedroom," the man replied, " I am St. Peter, and You are in heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" WHAT! Are you saying I'm dead? I don't want to die! I'm too Young," said Rob. "I want you to send me back immediately."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It's not that easy", said St.Peter. " You can only return as a Dog or a hen. The choice is yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob thought about it for a while, and figured that being a dog is too tiring, but a hen probably has a nice and relaxed life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I want to return as a hen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the next second, he found himself in a chicken run, really nicely feathered. But now he felt like his rear end was gonna Blow. Then along came another hen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hey, you must be the new hen St. Pe! Ter told me about," she said.&lt;br /&gt;" How do you like being a hen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well, OK I guess, but it feels like my ass is about to explode."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh that!" said the other hen. " That's only the ovulation going On. You&lt;br /&gt;need to lay an egg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" How do I do that?" Rob asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Cluck twice, and then push all you can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob clucked twice and pushed more than he was good for, and then ' plop' an egg was on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Wow" Rob said, " That felt really good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he clucked again and squeezed. And you better believe that there was another egg on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third time he clucked, he heard his wife shout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Rob, for Christ's sake! Wake up! You're shittin' all over the Bed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-116662113800467111?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/116662113800467111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=116662113800467111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116662113800467111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116662113800467111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/12/have-nice-dreamsrob-kissed-his-wife.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-116426422179678876</id><published>2006-11-22T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:43:41.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ferrari Taxi In Trivandrum (The God's Own Capital) Kerala, India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is amazing to see a Ferrari as a taxi in capital city of Kerala state in India -Thiruvananthapuram. I don't know the history behind it - but I am guessing that most probably this must have been won as a lottery prize in UAE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/771055/23823125_adf18b0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/771055/23823125_adf18b0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/320/802874/23823125_adf18b0279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/272940/23823093_32f8636d42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/320/728432/23823093_32f8636d42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1151/2388/1600/771055/23823125_adf18b0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder how many people can travel in this car though - and where does one put the luggage? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-116426422179678876?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/116426422179678876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=116426422179678876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116426422179678876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/116426422179678876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/11/ferrari-taxi-in-trivandrum-gods-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-115242558517595925</id><published>2006-07-08T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:14:14.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1151/2388/1600/antismokeashtray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1151/2388/320/antismokeashtray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anti-Smoke Ashtray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-115242558517595925?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/115242558517595925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=115242558517595925' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/115242558517595925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/115242558517595925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/07/anti-smoke-ashtray.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-115242309827858588</id><published>2006-07-08T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T22:31:38.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Are you an Orkut member? Visit me there... and if you are not a member, feel free to ask me an invitation.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:abhilash.mg@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;abhilash.mg@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Home.aspx?xid=11932151122554197986"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Home.aspx?xid=11932151122554197986&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-115242309827858588?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/115242309827858588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=115242309827858588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/115242309827858588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/115242309827858588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/07/hi-are-you-orkut-member-visit-me-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-114967024850617192</id><published>2006-06-07T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T01:58:40.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;A Small Letter, A Big Change!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Okhil Chandra Sen wrote this letter to the Sahibganj divisional railway office in 1909. It is on display at the Railway Museum in New Delhi. It was also reproduced under the caption "Travelers' Tales" in the Far Eastern Economic Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Okhil Babu's letter to the Railway Department :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"I am arrive by passenger train Ahmedpur station and my belly is too much swelling with jackfruit. I am therefore went to privy. Just I doing the nuisance that guard making whistle blow for train to go off and I am running with 'lotah' in one hand and 'dhoti' in the next when I am fall over and expose all my shocking to man and female women on plateform. I am got leaved at Ahmedpur station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This too much bad, if passenger go to make dung that dam guard not wait train five minutes for him. I am therefore pray your honour to make big fine on that guard for public sake. Otherwise I am making big report to papers." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Any guesses why this letter was of historic value?It apparently led to the introduction of toilets on trains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Source: My Friend Pradeep Sabi’s Blog -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.spradeep.blogspot.com"&gt;www.spradeep.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-114967024850617192?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/114967024850617192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=114967024850617192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114967024850617192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114967024850617192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/06/small-letter-big-change-okhil-chandra.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-114879966816274248</id><published>2006-05-27T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T00:01:08.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Emotional Environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a society where there has numerous external factors affect directly or indirectly to us and hence shape our perceptions and hence outlook. These are also influencing our personality and shape identity. The effects of such factors can be negative or positive according to the nature of these factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let us look in to these influencive factors. Broadly they are our physical environment and emotional environment. Physical environments are the society we live, the culture of the society, economic status of the society as well as ours, our family, friends, media, politics, arts etc. Emotional environments, on the other hand, are those which we engender ourselves out of the physical environment. We see the physical environment, we hear them, touch them and feel them with our sense organs. These feelings are further being processed in our brain on the basis of the culture we follow, the ethics we practice, and the perspectives we made out of the influence of family, friends, society and media  (Say physical environment). This process is perpetual, more over unconscious. The net result of this process can be named emotional environment. Thus both the physical and emotional environments are interrelated and interlinked. Let us check how the emotional environment develops and how they influence us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can clear it with a small mental experiment. Take two persons from different physical environments. One is well educated and well settled and the other is illiterate and slum living. Both were standing in a street for a long and the sun was shining above their head. There is public tap besides them. Observe what would they do. It is quite obvious that the illiterate slum living man would drink from the public tap, while the educated well settled would not, thinking that it is not suite for his status or the water may be infective or germicide. He would be more comfortable with this thirst rather than drinking from a public tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let us analyze physical environment of both of them. The illiterate slum living – he is a man of little knowledge, financially weak and his environment is slum, his family and friends are also from the slum and their views and attitudes are also according to it. He cannot find any fault to drink from the tap. It is not against his ethics and it can do nothing to his status. But on the contrary, the second man is well educated. He can think of the germs, he was from such as family, society, which taught him to think like that, more over he has to think what other people may think of him, seeing him drinking from a public tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look in to the picture again and again, what should be the main reason prevents him from quench this thirst. Obviously is his consciousness of status —the thought what others may think— that is his emotional environment. On the other hand, the emotional environment of the illiterate man has the preference of quenching thirst. His emotional environment just says him to drink, not conscious of others, rather it is quite natural to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let us look in to the emotional ethics on us. Take the two same persons on account. The first one educated gentle man waiting in a bus stop. He is already late to his destination. His bus arrives but did not stop there, just slow down and kept running. What would he do? He may run behind the bus for a few meter and make a sound “Shhh…” or alike, but misses his bus. He will be further late to his destination. Place the second man– illiterate slum living on the picture. What would be his performance? He will run behind the bus making voice above all sounds and attract the driver’s attention to stop the bus. According to his emotional environment that is the right thing to do. And he is right too. What harm could it do if it helps to save your time or at least to be on time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emotional environment is purely influenced with our culture, ethics and perspectives as I stated above. This process may also be unconscious. But it is not completely out our control. We can essentially direct our emotional environment. How? The answer is to sharpen our ethics and perspectives with adding some logics to it. Rethink your views on matters, reactions on situations and perspectives of dignity and reconstruct them with the spices of logics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be worth reading the last paragraph in a little more depth. My next blog will be on that purpose, so keep visiting my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-114879966816274248?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/114879966816274248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=114879966816274248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114879966816274248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114879966816274248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/05/emotional-environment-we-live-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-114794527249590871</id><published>2006-05-18T02:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T02:41:12.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It was on today my interview for the post of News Reporter Trainee in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ACV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the regional television channel of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asianet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I have attended both written test and interview. I felt it very interesting and enjoyed it. My experience in media field is only a one-day assignment with the same &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ACV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to assist on recent election result broadcasting (Online Support).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it wasn’t my dream to be a journalist, I was passionate in the same from my school. As I started viewing &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indiavision&lt;/strong&gt; (A Leading Malayalam News Channel)&lt;/em&gt; Mr. Nikesh Kumar of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Indiavision&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; became my inspiration and I decided to take some initiatives to pursue &lt;em&gt;MCJ&lt;/em&gt; and I look forward the job in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ACV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as a ladder to the same. Before joining for &lt;em&gt;MCJ&lt;/em&gt;, I would like to clear for what extent my interest in this field will last and whether it is my field or not. Anyway, waiting for a call from &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACV.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-114794527249590871?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/114794527249590871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=114794527249590871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114794527249590871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114794527249590871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-was-on-today-my-interview-for-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-114699244921980600</id><published>2006-05-07T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T02:19:38.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Hi friends,&lt;br /&gt;I know, I am not updated with my blog now. But what can I do friends, I’m hardly getting time to come online, because my exams going on. It’ll end by 15th of this month. I assure you that you can expect some interesting blogs after that. Please keep in touch. Buy, have a nice time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-114699244921980600?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/114699244921980600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=114699244921980600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114699244921980600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114699244921980600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/05/hi-friends-i-know-i-am-not-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-114250807631511457</id><published>2006-03-16T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T03:29:16.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The increasing number of street dogs in Indian Cities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1151/2388/1600/d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1151/2388/320/d1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would like to invite your attention towards a major problem that has been faced by almost all Indian cities, that is nothing but the increase in the population of street dogs. I would like to point out four things, firstly, the reasons of increasing population, secondly, the dangers behind street dogs, thirdly, the fundamental fights of street dogs as well as human beings. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1151/2388/1600/d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason for the boom in number of street dogs is nothing but the protection they are enjoying from animal lovers. In the past years the Government or Corporation was able to kill the roaming dogs to protect general public. But now a days they are well protected by associations. If any of the dogs hurts by anyone -even if it is a person or Government authority- the association come into seen and reacting. This is admirable for an extent, as they have also fundamental rights to live and survive, but it would be better to consider the public security also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably these dogs seems to be harmless, but in late nights they become violent and attack the people. A major part of these dogs are infected with various epidemic deceases and if they carry viruses such as Rabies the situation should be very dangerous. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1151/2388/1600/d2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" height="92" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1151/2388/320/d2.0.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two wheeler drivers and pedestrians are more suffering from them. It is very common that some dogs bark towards the pedestrians or follow them. If a two-wheeler caused to ran over a dog, injury to the driver would be very serious and it will also very pathetic to see a street dog carrying a broken leg or a smelling wound and getting no medical support to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned above, being a living thing, they have also have their rights to survive. To kill the street dogs is not a solution, instead there should be a considerable atmosphere produced for them to live. In Trivandrum city, the corporation took a different step to tackle the problem. The corporation dog catching team catches the roaming dogs streetwise and gets them to the nearest veterinary hospital where they went through a surgery to prevent further reproduction and give them anti-rabies vaccines. After curing their wounds, they get them back to the same place where from they caught. I think, it would be a better step to prevent the problem and if the Government or associations could look after these dogs for their life left instead of getting them back, it will be a better move. But as it demands a lot of money, a local Government could not handle it. There is the role of animal lovers and rescue associations lies. Instead of mere street speeches if they could come forward to help the Government to raise the fund out of their activities, it would be the best thing a real animal lover can do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-114250807631511457?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/114250807631511457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=114250807631511457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114250807631511457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114250807631511457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/03/increasing-number-of-street-dogs-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-114189388101767733</id><published>2006-03-09T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T03:22:16.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1151/2388/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 74px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="127" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1151/2388/320/images.jpg" width="77" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Half&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Blood Prince&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was too busy to come online or post something for the last two days, as I had been busy with my job. But still I could find some time to finish reading the book 'Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix'. I have finished that one by 4:30 am yesterday, as I was afried I had to give that back to my friend at 8:00 am. But he is yet to collect from me, as he is on a tour. And now I started the 6th of the series, Half Blood Prince. The book seems to be intersted from the very first chapter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1151/2388/1600/image1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bit about the 5th book 'The Order of the Phoenix'&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know how to describe its influence in readers,&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1151/2388/1600/op.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1151/2388/320/op.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1151/2388/1600/image1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How we feel to Professor Umbridge is the main example, and I reckon it was not enough what she got, what she deserve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't tell anybody, I'll let you know how I w&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1151/2388/1600/image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as silly with fear as I went out of the house at 3:30 am. I was reading The Order of the Phoenix and went out for something, and I startled for a while thinking I have got no wand with me, and I forgot defensive spells against Demantors. Actually this is a good example for how J.K. Rowling succeeds as a writer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wind it up with a URL &lt;a href="http://www.jkrowling.com/"&gt;http://www.jkrowling.com/&lt;/a&gt; Just do visit it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-114189388101767733?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/114189388101767733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=114189388101767733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114189388101767733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114189388101767733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/03/half-blood-princei-was-too-busy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-114162320580496172</id><published>2006-03-05T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:09:10.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1151/2388/1600/big12.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="235" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1151/2388/320/big12.2.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harry Potter and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 16 hours to read and 430 pages left with me. The 5th book of Harry potter series&amp;shy;—The order of the Phoenix— has been borrowed from my friend and has to give him back by tomorrow morning. I am damn busy to read it. (Actually not at all busy, but I am in front of a computer connected to the Internet, So, it’s obvious that I could not pay any attention to that book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a bit about Harry Potter. I thought at first it is children’s literature, and paid no interest to read it. But my brother gave me the first book an advised me to try, and I went through the same, and it was then, as I read that, I came to know that, why the people running behind it. It was that much thrilling and I completed up to the fourth book and now reading ‘The order of the Phoenix’ the 5th of the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, which is essential to say that, ‘The Law of diminishing marginal utility’ does not work in this book. The Law of diminishing marginal utility states that, as a person increases consumption of a product there is a decline in the marginal utility that person derives from consuming each additional unit of that product. But in the case of Harry Potter Series, each of the books give more and more thrill and satisfaction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-114162320580496172?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/114162320580496172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=114162320580496172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114162320580496172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114162320580496172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/03/harry-potter-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-114155363821698507</id><published>2006-03-05T02:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T02:17:16.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Information Security: Bird Flu Alert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;What is Bird Flu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Avian Influenza, also known as Bird Flu, is an infectious disease of animals caused by Type A strains of the influenza virus (H5N1) that normally infect only birds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thailand, Vietnam, China, Japan, South Korea, Indonesia, Cambodia, Indonesia, Laos, Taiwan and Pakistan have reported outbreaks in chickens, ducks and wild birds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Infected wild migratory fowls are thought to be spreading the virus from location to location. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Symptoms include high fever, diarrhea, vomiting, abdominal pain, pleuritic pain, bleeding from the nose and gums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1151/2388/1600/chick_flu.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1151/2388/320/chick_flu.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Human infection with H5N1: &lt;/strong&gt;So far, most cases of avian flu in humans appear to have resulted from contact with infected birds-such as breathing in dust containing bird faeces, from contaminated surfaces, or from ingestion of uncooked or undercooked poultry or poultry products. &lt;strong&gt;Of the 139 people known to have been infected with avian flu as of January’06, 71 have died-a fearsome mortality rate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To prevent risk of getting infected&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Avoid close contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maintain distance from live chickens and ducks, even to ones that appear healthy. They are the major source of the virus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Avoid close contact with people who are sick. When you are sick, keep your distance from others to protect them from getting sick too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Avoid contact with items or surfaces that may have been contaminated by birds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cover your mouth and nose with a tissue when coughing or sneezing. It may prevent those around you from getting sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Washing your hands often will help protect you from germs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Germs are often spread when a person touches something that is contaminated with germs and then touches his or her eyes, nose, or mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All food from poultry, including eggs, should be cooked thoroughly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seek prompt medical attention if symptoms like fever or difficulty in breathing or cough persists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-114155363821698507?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/114155363821698507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=114155363821698507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114155363821698507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114155363821698507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/03/information-security-bird-flu_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-114155018004149190</id><published>2006-03-05T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T02:10:40.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Rajmanikyam version of Widows Xp launched as '&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thalley janaala XP&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Some commands used in that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;save:-rashiradey appy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;save as:-ianganey rashiradey appy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;save all-appy dey ellarem rashiradey &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paste- yeduthu chambadey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;run-oodi thalladey machuu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cut-pizhuthu kaladey machu &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;search-thappi nokkadey appy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;exit-irangi podey pyley &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;open-twarakkadey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shutdown-appo machhu sullan &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;system busy-Thalley kalippukal theeranillalaa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;systemerror-yevan puliyanu kyettaa... kalipsss.......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Registry Edit (regedit) - Moda kandaa edapedum annaa...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-114155018004149190?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/114155018004149190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=114155018004149190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114155018004149190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114155018004149190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/03/rajmanikyam-version-of-widows-xp.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-114154629019039350</id><published>2006-03-05T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T00:20:01.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Blah... blahhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It's 1:50 pm, I'm alone online in Genius Soft, My favorite café in Perinthalmanna. I am looking for somebody online, but yet to get anybody. Rahul was online today morning, and after he got signed out, I found no one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;This is very funny to keep posted in blog page. Absolutely it's an online diary to me. I can inscribe anything and at anytime. Just as talking to a beloved friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It's very hot inside the café, but thank god, I've got at least an individual fan in my cabin. But I started to starve, but I can go for food only as Ansar come here, because I am in charge of the café today, that's how I could browse the net absolutely free. But I don't think it's a time waste to be here for a whole day, until I feel bored with Internet, and it's obvious that I am not going to get bored with Internet or Computes. That's why my friends call me "Virus" sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-114154629019039350?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/114154629019039350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=114154629019039350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114154629019039350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114154629019039350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/03/blah.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-114154334610068450</id><published>2006-03-04T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T23:22:26.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Along The Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;They went along to carry off&lt;br /&gt;the grin belong to their own bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They trolled along to carry off&lt;br /&gt;the grief belong to their own soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They plough along to carry off&lt;br /&gt;the belch belong to their own belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dug along to carry off&lt;br /&gt;the drought belong to their own throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ran along to carry off&lt;br /&gt;the time belong to their own days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They leave along to carry on&lt;br /&gt;the genes belong to their own race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They halt along to carry off&lt;br /&gt;the faults belong to their own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They prayed along to carry off&lt;br /&gt;the sins belong to their own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then rest along to carry off&lt;br /&gt;the stress belong to their own doom..!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-114154334610068450?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/114154334610068450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=114154334610068450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114154334610068450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114154334610068450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/03/along-life-they-went-along-to-carry.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23333887.post-114137322155017350</id><published>2006-03-03T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T00:21:15.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The True Friendship ( I Miss U da...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;A thought it was an everlasting relationship between people who were kept in mind some sort of equalities and tied up with an invisible string of love, that couldn't be snapped by any reason, and could find some time to find some time to be in touch with; whatever the circumstances may be and should have a tendency to share the grieves in between. It should not be a manifestation or mere correlation of two, but there should have a correspondency. All these were my view about friendship earlier, but as I came through the real life, I found it's contradictions was really exists.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's as simple as a street speech to say the relationship should be strong and unbreakable. But in the flow of life who is getting some time to spend for others, and who bothers to share there grieves with others? As the life taken as a challenge or a game to be won, even very seconds we spent with others sharing all these and taking care of words spelled in a rush may worth a lot. I'm not for an argument with dreamers. But in fact, the word friendship works out only there, where is only a mood of happiness and stress free hearts exists, not in a place of grieves or pangs. Thus it proves itself that the friendship is for the celebration of events and victories, not for the sharing of grieves or loss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just think, who will have some time to keep in a part of other's problems and sadness, and what is really sadness? It is nothing but the lack of power to came up from falls, or the incapability to face the life with a positive mentality. As we accept the life packed up with ups and downs we are acquiring a power to face our loss and victories as equal—with a smile in lips— and takes necessary steps forwards to get up from the failure; not to bother friends as waverers. Leave them their own way and we have our best time with them, as we me meet our goals, or relaxation from the stress on way. Let the meetings for sharing the joys added with the flavor of wit, instead of thinking you loss your friends in rush of life or they are busy to take care of you, or even they are selfish in their way to spend their time with you when you are in problems. Then you will never feel like they avoid you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am not advising you to think in their part, but you can understand it by thinking your own stand, just by asking a few questions yourself. Instead of telling your pangs to your friends, could you ever find some time to be a part of their problems? If the answer is ‘Yes’, you are having a good friends circle and there will have no reason to say you are missing your friends, because many of us likes to keep in touch with such a friend who cares our problems and advising and leading us to a right path. Contradictorily, if your answer is ‘you have your own problems to solve or share’, it is obviously understood, why did you felt loss as your best friend said last time he / she was busy to chat with you, that you are just interested in manifestation of your problems but not interested in others’ situations. As you think yourself as a big loss, you feel yourself a sort of hero image. But your problems are only yours and if someone gives interest in it, you have to understand that it was his investment to gain something out of you, because even you pay no interest in others’ problems. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How long you think about others? If you can answer sincerely, you could understand yourself, to get attention or frame yourself was all your need and not with an intimacy or love with your friends, otherwise, you should have to understand their problems too, instead of cursing them to missing them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you da…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s a recent trend among youngsters to send SMS like “I miss you”. What lies in these words are not the intimacy at all, but the sender’s mood of laziness or lack of jobs to do. It’s only then, when we are all free from assignments, we are thinking of others and ‘missing’ them. If you are filled up your minutes with assignments how can you miss others? How can you get time to think of your friends? Thus the feel of ‘missing’ is the devil of your own soul. That devil gets you only into troubles. You gets forced yourself into the thoughts like the meaningless of life and such sophisticated feelings of dreamers. That gets you nothing worthy, but despondency and lassitude. Instead, if you could expel your ill feelings and perplexities, and being occupied with your business, you can find your heights and thus you will get your friends’ attention and intimacy automatically, because as like you yourself, your friends are also like to be happy and if you tries to feed them with your pangs, they will feel their time with you as waste as they are also tired with their jobs and looking for relaxation. Now onwards, drive out or gulp back your devil inside you and keep a smile in your lips and a bit of wit in your heart. Then onwards your friends and frame will come to you and you will miss them no more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23333887-114137322155017350?l=abhilashmg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/feeds/114137322155017350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23333887&amp;postID=114137322155017350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114137322155017350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23333887/posts/default/114137322155017350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhilashmg.blogspot.com/2006/03/true-friendship-i-miss-u-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhilash.M.G.Poovathur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810163442840825968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/abhilash.mg/RjSNwEr5cJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/s_ct_cU2T0U/s144/D%3A%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5Cansar%5CDesktop%5Cclip_image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
