<?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-12597555</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:30:36.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophical - Am I...</title><subtitle type='html'>Meeting trouble with level-headed detachment</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-116472663177065700</id><published>2006-11-28T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:10:31.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smitten</title><content type='html'>Its really a weird feeling - as if this is something new happening with me, yes, writing a blog after more than a month. I could have avoided this state of mind,Thanks - atleast now fortunately breaking this long silence with self criticism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-116472663177065700?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/116472663177065700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=116472663177065700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/116472663177065700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/116472663177065700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2006/11/smitten.html' title='Smitten'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-116031753977018923</id><published>2006-10-08T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T07:25:39.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Counter</title><content type='html'>Never &lt;strong&gt;count&lt;/strong&gt; the number of people you have helped but at the same time never forget the &lt;strong&gt;help&lt;/strong&gt; you received from others because the former will not &lt;strong&gt;help&lt;/strong&gt; you and the latter would always &lt;strong&gt;count&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-116031753977018923?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/116031753977018923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=116031753977018923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/116031753977018923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/116031753977018923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2006/10/help-counter.html' title='Help Counter'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-115883040479930381</id><published>2006-09-21T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T02:20:04.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crispy and Chirpy Tale</title><content type='html'>Yes, of course you have missed me once but what you don’t realise is that you haven’t lost me forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-115883040479930381?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/115883040479930381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=115883040479930381&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/115883040479930381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/115883040479930381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2006/09/crispy-and-chirpy-tale.html' title='Crispy and Chirpy Tale'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-115754867810600399</id><published>2006-09-06T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T06:17:58.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crispy Tale 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dying to Live! -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First I was dying to complete my high School and get into college, Next I was dying to finish my college and get into MNC for working, Next I was dying to fall in love with a girl and marry her and have cute little kids to tell them my tales of struggle in dying to live, Next I was dying for my children to grow old enough and live on their own, Next I was dying to retire from work, Next I was dying to survive on my little booty saved with all hardships until my retirement, Finally now when I am actually dying, looking back assuming to have lived my life to fullest as I wanted, I unfortunately realize I have forgotten to LIVE and have already dead on many occasions, re-incarnated at each and every instance Dying to LIVE! Dying to LIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your's deadly,&lt;br /&gt;            LIFE …&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-115754867810600399?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/115754867810600399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=115754867810600399&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/115754867810600399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/115754867810600399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2006/09/crispy-tale-12.html' title='Crispy Tale 12'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-115530342288715506</id><published>2006-08-11T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T06:37:02.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crispy Tale - 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;FATE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;– &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;uck &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ll &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;vents in his LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ten Commandments of Fucked up LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1,  Oh sorry, I forgot you were a child and you wanted that.&lt;br /&gt;2,  Oh sorry, I forgot you were a teenager and you needed this...&lt;br /&gt;3,  Next time, please...busy.&lt;br /&gt;4,  Sorry again.&lt;br /&gt;5,  I guess, you should have used to this denial, you idiot.&lt;br /&gt;6,  How dare u ask me again?&lt;br /&gt;7,  Do you want me to say this again? It’s No, Never and Cannot.&lt;br /&gt;8,  Dumb, dumber and dumbest...this is your title.&lt;br /&gt;9,  At last, Lessons Learnt.&lt;br /&gt;10,Never ever ask for anything in life, especially when u like it the most.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt;Thank for things you already have with you. Never regret.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-115530342288715506?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/115530342288715506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=115530342288715506&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/115530342288715506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/115530342288715506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2006/08/crispy-tale-11.html' title='Crispy Tale - 11'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-115158806556553149</id><published>2006-06-29T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T06:37:27.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything possible can go wrong…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In a street very early in the morning, sunlight fighting out the dark to brightness and sun inching out into sky. Morning wake up shlokas could be heard in the near by temple. There were many people gathered near a house, when you walk near the house you can see some familiar faces from the neighbour surrounded. Pulse is beating high and cannot hold the suspense anymore, asked one of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“Is anything wrong here“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big sigh was the initial reaction “yes“, they lost their only son in an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You mean “Ashok”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, do you know him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though not a close friend but I know he was a youngster, fair, well built , athletic and have seen him quite a few times fighting with neighbours to get back his cricket ball. But it was long ago, in recent times not quite heard about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What exactly happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went out to celebrate with his friends on finding a new job. Some say he was drunk and so was drowned in the nearby river. None of his family agrees to this fact anyway. They say he was religious and a complete teetotaller. Just the other day he was really exited about his first job in an MNC. His father has once thought his entire dream has come true and now he can pass on his family responsibilities to his son and relax to his death peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What went wrong actually?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All his friends describe his death as they like and look to me as manipulated. You cannot blame them as they were his dear friends and some of them were really close to his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, family lost their dearest son. No story can replace them with their son and no one can bring back the happiness to the family again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the day long in my office the faint image of Ashok and his family was haunting me.If the image of this stranger could haunt me, imagine about the family. Next day was petrified again to see his photograph in the obituary column of TOI and was cursing fate on its cruelty unknowing it’s already a curse by itself to humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Can u cruse the fate?&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/12597555-115158806556553149?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/115158806556553149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=115158806556553149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/115158806556553149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/115158806556553149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2006/06/everything-possible-can-go-wrong.html' title='Everything possible can go wrong…'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-115089985909633393</id><published>2006-06-21T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T07:24:19.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bald and the Bellyful is Bold and the beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The two things which really annoys most of the men is - growing bald and a sweetly, slowly unnoticeably growing beautiful - tummy - around the waist. Which is Protruding out of their body as an odd man out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them can shatter your confidence so easily and make you so uncomfortable at times, which is why you hate them. Most of them would try and work out to stay fit and avoid having a belly to an extent. But there is no cure on the earth to grow back your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being bald sometimes would unnecessarily draw attention and gives you a bold &amp; mature look. Having a belly would sometimes make you look beautiful like pregnant women, Hence the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT industry has constantly nurtured men with these two qualities. The stress at the work place would make your hair fall faster then you expect. The inadequate and highly disorder intake of junk food would feed the harmless tumour to grow inside out. Most of them try and make conscious effort to workout in the gym and take this growing belly head on. But the irregularity in their project schedule would make their attempt as MI-I, II and III and they end up exactly where they started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few of them have their nick names associated to this, as salting your wound. In local languages they can call you anything from Boodi, Baldy, Dabba thale (empty tin), Waste land, Corner site, Bunnu thale, Motte thale, Dabara thale, Gunda, Bodaa (In Tamil &amp; Kannada), Abe ‘O’ Ganje, hot property (In Hindi)...etc agony continues....This list never ends, is left to the wild imagination of the caller to compare it with anything with a smooth surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the heads would brittle and shine in sun as silver and gold ornaments do for women. They can sense the heat and rain far quicker than the metrological department do with their satellites. They can wear helmets, need not comb hair (walk straight out of bed in to office), need not carry comb in back pockets, no hair raising experience and Buy no hair care products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pot belly, beer belly, jelly belly, fat belly are some of the kinds you can see around you. But&lt;br /&gt;for a belly beholder the agony is more than this, a bald man can at least hide this with something. Tucking and trimming pot belly inside your trouser is a herculean task everyday. It would be there with you as a reminder at all important occasions, even if not invited and more the reminder more the discomfort. Its terrible when he realises his new tummy cannot be tucked in this old trouser anymore. Now he has to buy a new one to accomplish this task. He would pray hard in his heart that he would never ever touch beer again, no fagging, no junk food and no extra naps on weekends and list them all as New Year resolutions. Which are never followed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often when you meet old friends in a get together, it brings a smile on his face when he notices his fellow buddy’s hair has been inching backwards and all their bellies are inching forward as well. Thank god for being kind until now. The easiest things he can do now is pray and pray even harder. Oh god! Save my hair and take care of my tummy. Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most females do not really care about these two parameters as judgement factor to choose a guy to be her hubby. But men think otherwise because they are men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men have taken this curse on their stride with Great Spirit, makes me really wonder how heroes in the Hollywood, Bollywood would have done with out an artificial hair wig on their head. Most of the times it looks so odd and makes you look like a fool on the screen. But they don’t care, they just go on and on and are they making a statement here to the hair raiser “Hey, you cannot stop me from becoming a hero, you sucker”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should be thankful that these two elements are not part of our resume as it for the cine actors to get a job. Else, most of them would have been with wigs on their heads to office.Yuk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People around you are far more comfortable with your bald and tummy than you are with it. Its just our inner bad feeling that how bad it looks in reality to others. No one really cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-115089985909633393?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/115089985909633393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=115089985909633393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/115089985909633393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/115089985909633393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2006/06/bald-and-bellyful-is-bold-and.html' title='Bald and the Bellyful is Bold and the beautiful'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-114756302654526840</id><published>2006-05-13T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T17:58:36.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Door Darshan - Foresight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Down the memory lane into DD times, have to really appreciate the quality programs which glued people to the stupid box right from North to South and East to West. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in the random order,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50 DD fascinations of many - even today, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Malgudi Days -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Manjunath as "Swamy" directed by Shankar Nag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nukkad -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Serial about a street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03,&lt;/strong&gt;Tamas - Om puri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Humlog - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Family Melodrama .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spider Man - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Great music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06,&lt;/strong&gt;Stone boy -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07,&lt;/strong&gt;Gayab Aaya - Cartoon .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08,&lt;/strong&gt;Sigma -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09,&lt;/strong&gt;Gaint Robot - Kid with a wrist watch to control robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Karam chand -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Detective with carrot .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11,&lt;/strong&gt;Mungeri lal ke Hasin Sapne - Comedy about a day dreamer turning to reality .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12,&lt;/strong&gt;Wagle ki Duniya - Comedy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13,&lt;/strong&gt;Ramayan - Epic by Ramanand Sagar .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14,&lt;/strong&gt;TenaliRam - Moral stories .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15,&lt;/strong&gt;Jaspal Bhatti -"Flop Show" Jokes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16,&lt;/strong&gt;Phatichar -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17,&lt;/strong&gt;Guniram - "Guniram bhai Guniram aa pohunche Bombai " .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18,&lt;/strong&gt;Chitrahaar - Wednesday night latest movie songs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rangoli -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sunday Mornings old songs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20,&lt;/strong&gt;Sunday noon regional movies .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21,&lt;/strong&gt;Donald Duck -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22,&lt;/strong&gt;Mr Yogi - Experience of young chap getting married .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23,&lt;/strong&gt;Mirza Ghalib -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24,&lt;/strong&gt;Byomkesh Bakshi - Bengali Detective .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mile Sur Mera Tumhara -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; National Integration Song .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ek chidiyan Anek Chidiyan - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Bolo na didi"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JungleBook -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "Jungle Jungle patha chala hai chaddi pahanke phool kila he" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28,&lt;/strong&gt;Bharat Ek Khoj -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29,&lt;/strong&gt;Quila Ka Rahasya - Nerve wrecking suspense thriller .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30,&lt;/strong&gt;He Man - Master of the universe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31,&lt;/strong&gt;Street Hawk - Heroism .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32,&lt;/strong&gt;Surabhi - Best GK sharing program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33,&lt;/strong&gt;Khatha Sagar -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gul Gulshan Gulfam - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Serial in Kashmir .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35,&lt;/strong&gt;Hoonee Anhoone - unbelievable .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36,&lt;/strong&gt;Fauji - Serial - Sharukh Khan Debut .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37,&lt;/strong&gt;Circus - Serial .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38,&lt;/strong&gt;The sword of Tipu Sultan - Epic .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39&lt;/strong&gt;,Chanakya - Epic .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40,&lt;/strong&gt;Vishwamitra - Epic .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41,&lt;/strong&gt;Vikram Aur Beethal -" Vikram mein Jaa Rahan Hoon" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42,&lt;/strong&gt;Indradanush - Time Machine .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43,&lt;/strong&gt;Dada Dadi Ki Kahaniya - Ashok Kumar with moral stories .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44,&lt;/strong&gt;Potli Ki Baba - Moral stories again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45,&lt;/strong&gt;Farman -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46,&lt;/strong&gt;Ek Do Theen Char - "Charon Milkar kardein Chamatkar" - Kids Serial .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47,&lt;/strong&gt;Hum Panchi Ek Daal Ke - Kids Serial .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48,&lt;/strong&gt;Jab Mein Chota Ladka tha Baadi Shararath Kartha Tha ,Meri Chori Pakdi Jathi - Bajaj Ad .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49,&lt;/strong&gt;Humdard Ka Tonic - "Sinkara" - Javed Jaffrey breaking into a home with tonic bottle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50,&lt;/strong&gt;Hamara Bajaj - "Buland Bharath Ki Buland Thasveer Hamara Bajaj".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have minced my brain to most possible small pieces to recover some old data ,&lt;br /&gt;"Data Successfully Recovered" - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Try and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Choose your favourite top ten;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-114756302654526840?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/114756302654526840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=114756302654526840&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/114756302654526840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/114756302654526840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2006/05/door-darshan-foresight.html' title='Door Darshan - Foresight'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-114735560904826904</id><published>2006-05-11T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T06:53:29.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crispy tale 10</title><content type='html'>People change...indeed very drastically, he is really furious about it and undergoes a change in himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-114735560904826904?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/114735560904826904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=114735560904826904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/114735560904826904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/114735560904826904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2006/05/crispy-tale-10.html' title='A Crispy tale 10'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-114674833197268749</id><published>2006-05-04T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T06:25:37.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Autopsy –</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When your soul is out of your body, there are few other souls living around you to 'Cry' and one such good soul is your beloved wife. Every man on earth is eager to have one such reliable soul whilst living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is this relationship which gave meanings to words like 'Unconditional Love' 'Commitment' 'Trust' 'Promise' 'Responsibilities' 'Adjustment' 'Faith' 'Support' and many other strong words found in oxford dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to write a right blog titled "Dream Wife" but lately have found that there is no one like dream wife. Because dreams aren't true and truth isn't dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, guys from our age are matured enough to choose a life partner of their choice and few of them aspire to go with their parents choice. There are reasons for these decisions. One, when it's an arrange marriage they feel they can enjoy support from their family members if the choice went wrong. Second, they have reasons to point finger at people who fixed it. But if the choice is yours then you are held responsible for any or all the mistakes committed. Aren't we playing games with two lives in both the cases?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of this we all youngsters fear about going wrong here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they have the confidence from their family whatsoever the situation he could handle it more efficiently, that's what we do day in day out in office. But personally we loose because both the people you are defending and offending are your family members, your wife, your mother, your sister and your father. Few times with mounted pressure we might misfire a wrong person. Just the very thought about such a scene is horrifying &amp; imagine someone literally going through this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of this we all youngsters fear about going wrong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking it's a terror situation created by families which haunt the youngsters most of the times than the crucial decision itself. Because most often it should be an emotional blackmail between wife and his family. Hard decision right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of this we all youngsters fear about going wrong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its time that we sit down and discuss with our family members and find out what are they expecting from you and what best you can do for them by adding another member to our family. Make them all feel are important to your decision. At the same time you can justify them your views and plans about your future. Describe them you don't just need the photograph or jathakam of a girl but all of you need to talk to her within the family in length. Do not make this as a BBC mastermind kind a quick fire session and nervous the girl. Write down the questions, which should make sense and more appropriate to ask someone not familiar.&lt;br /&gt;She is like a new born baby into your family, depends on how well you treat her so that she would treat you the same way. Just like a mirror, you yell at her it yells you back and you smile at her it smiles you back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of this we all youngsters fear about going wrong here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a realistic approach about your right partner and your list of requirements and specifications should reflect the same. Everyone is unique in what they want &amp;amp; what their needs are &amp; how their life partner should look like &amp;amp; what should they be doing &amp;amp; how much should they be earning and so on. There is no end to this list anyway. Of course this is not objectionable but in the due course of action you would understand all this were just immaterial at the later point of the life. Expect for few basic things. Make sure you are not buying an object in the market for sale but a prism which when reflected turns your life into a colourful rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of this we all youngsters fear about going wrong here. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last the decision should be yours and you should set a proper stage before running this show to silver jubilees and golden jubilees of married life. All the best folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer: -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;as just a thought process, correct me if wrong on any occasions.&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/12597555-114674833197268749?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/114674833197268749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=114674833197268749&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/114674833197268749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/114674833197268749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2006/05/marriage-autopsy.html' title='Marriage Autopsy –'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-114613008395412983</id><published>2006-04-27T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T02:54:39.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal Deal ~ Ideal !!!</title><content type='html'>Invaluable possession – My new camera and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a deal ideal for me; at one strike all my dream came true…now have a camera worth £550 pounds and all the accessories my heart was pounding to have someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93101876@N00/135826928/"&gt;&lt;img height="354" alt="Olympus Evolt E500 - Package" src="http://static.flickr.com/53/135826928_57cc81a6b1.jpg" width="354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have an Olympus Evolt E-500 Digital – SLR camera with two lenses 17.5 – 45 mm and 40 – 150 mm and a photo printer with 1 gig memory and a camera case. Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;OLYMPUS E500&lt;br /&gt;INC 17.5-45mm LENS&lt;br /&gt;OLYMPUS 40-150MM&lt;br /&gt;OLYMPUS PS100 PRINTER&lt;br /&gt;PNY 1GB CF COMPACT FLASH CARD&lt;br /&gt;LOWEPRO UK REZO 140 CAMERA CASE&lt;br /&gt;8 million pixels Picture Resolution&lt;br /&gt;2.5 inches LCD Screen Size&lt;br /&gt;Continuous shooting mode&lt;br /&gt;CF &amp; XD Dual Memory Type&lt;br /&gt;Aperture/Shutter priority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93101876@N00/135826929/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93101876@N00/135829147/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93101876@N00/135829147/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/135829147_88fe4a8019_m.jpg" width="225" height="240" alt="camera-top" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93101876@N00/135829146/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93101876@N00/135829146/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/44/135829146_6d91bfc589_m.jpg" width="240" height="175" alt="camera-side2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93101876@N00/135829143/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93101876@N00/135829143/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/44/135829143_2c1ae8d0b2_m.jpg" width="240" height="191" alt="camera-bottom" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93101876@N00/135829142/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93101876@N00/135829142/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/49/135829142_78d174a0db.jpg" width="240" height="175" alt="camera-back" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t this specification sound great! Yes it should …&lt;br /&gt;It’s been long time my mind and heart was hankering to have one and since this is true, (Have pinched myself many times) Adrenalin is rushing down my spine to take some good pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang on, Have this before my tour to Paris. Have a chance to learn more and enhance and sharpen my photography and photos as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret: My dad doesn’t know about this and his heart would pounce as mine not for the camera but the money spent on this. Dad’s are always like that, enough is enough no one can stop me now. For have already bought this one will have some scary words from him and I should not mind them for this wonderful possession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-114613008395412983?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/114613008395412983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=114613008395412983&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/114613008395412983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/114613008395412983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2006/04/deal-deal-ideal.html' title='Deal Deal ~ Ideal !!!'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-114494839815339727</id><published>2006-04-13T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T10:21:14.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Silence Killing Your Company ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Faced with organizational or interpersonal problems at work, people often decide not to speak up. “It’s not worth it,” they say, and soldier on. But disturbing new research shows that the price of silence is much greater than we realize.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence is associated with many virtues: modesty, respect for others, prudence, decorum. Thanks to deeply ingrained rules of etiquette, people silence themselves to avoid embarrassment, confrontation, and other perceived dangers. There’s an old saying that sums up the virtues of silence: “Better to be quiet and thought a fool than to talk and be known as one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The social virtues of silence are reinforced by our survival instincts. Many organizations send the message – verbally or nonverbally – that falling into line is the safest way to hold on to our jobs and further our careers. The need for quiet submission is exaggerated by today’s difficult economy, where millions of people have lost their jobs and many more worry that they might. A Dilbert cartoon poignantly expresses how pointless – and perilous – many people feel it is to speak out. Dilbert, the everyman underling, recognizes that a senior executive is making a poor decision. “Shouldn’t we tell her?” he asks his boss, who laughs cynically. “Yes,” the boss replies. “Let’s end our careers by challenging a decision that won’t change. That’s a great idea.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be sure, people who speak out sometimes get their day in the sun: Sherron Watkins of Enron, Cynthia Cooper of WorldCom, and Coleen Rowley at the FBI all ended up on the cover of Time as “Persons of the Year.” But public recognition of a few people does not mean that speaking out is necessarily viewed as courageous or praiseworthy. Most individuals who go against their organizations or express their concerns publicly are severely punished. If they’re not fired outright, they’re usually marginalized and made to feel irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is time to take the gilt off silence. Our research shows that silence is not only ubiquitous and expected in organizations but extremely costly to both the firm and the individual. Our interviews with senior executives and employees in organizations ranging from small businesses to Fortune 500 corporations to government bureaucracies reveal that silence can exact a high psychological price on individuals, generating feelings of humiliation, pernicious anger, resentment, and the like that, if unexpressed, contaminate every interaction, shut down creativity, and undermine productivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the case of Jeff, a team leader at a Fortune 100 company who was working on a large, long-term, high-pressure project. Each Tuesday, Jeff and his peers had a project management meeting (PMM) with Matt, their boss. Jeff would start writing his weekly update reports on Wednesday, continuing to work on them when he had time on Thursday and Friday, working even into the weekend. On Monday morning, he would hand in his document to Matt. Jeff figured that a weekly update was probably useful for Matt; all the same, he felt deeply frustrated at the time he was wasting writing the elaborate reports. Yet despite complaining endlessly to his peers, week after week Jeff said nothing to Matt. With each act of silence, Jeff’s resentment grew and his respect for Matt disintegrated, even as Jeff became more and more uncomfortable with the idea of questioning Matt. And so the process continued, as the project fell further behind schedule. For his part, when Matt was asked about the value of the PMM, he was mystified: “Not to insult my team leaders, but in my mind, every Tuesday morning I have a Painfully Meaningless Meeting.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that no one suggested an alternative to the PMM was fairly typical of our findings. Individuals are frequently convinced that keeping quiet is the best way to preserve relationships and get work done. In the following pages, we will examine what makes this sort of silence so prevalent in organizations. From there, we will discuss the personal and organizational costs of silence, which often remain hidden for long periods of time even as they grow exponentially with each additional act of silence. Finally, we will investigate several ways to break free from the insidious silent sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When to Zip It ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although most people tend to speak up too little rather than too much, there are times when it’s better to stay quiet. Some issues are simply not worth raising, and you don’t want to unnecessarily turn small differences of opinion into broad conflicts. There’s no sense in spending time and effort getting bogged down dealing with every little difference, especially ones that are not likely to affect the quality of people’s work or those you’re not likely to remember in a week or a month. And if the conflict is in an unimportant relationship or one that won’t continue much longer, speaking up may not be crucial. You will still lose out on the creativity and learning that stem from expressing differences, but you don’t need to worry about the additional costs of unresolved differences lurking beneath the surface and destroying the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when a difference should be addressed, there is the question of timing. It may be fruitless, for example, to raise a tough issue with your boss when you face an impending deadline – unless speaking up is important for the task at hand and there really is enough time to work through the issue. Waiting until the deadline has passed and people can focus on what you have to say may be the best option. Moreover, initially keeping a lid on differences when your own or the other person’s emotions are highly charged can be beneficial in the longer run. If you’ve just had a row with a colleague and either of you is very upset, arrange a time to talk in the future when both of you have had a chance to cool down and can discuss differences without venting or blaming. But if you defer a difficult conversation, make sure you do not postpone it indefinitely. Otherwise, the unresolved differences will come back to haunt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no hard-and-fast rules about what needs to be discussed or when it’s best to do so. You must rely on your best judgment (instincts). What’s important is that you shift your mind-set from asking whether this is one of those rare times when you should speak to asking instead whether this is one of those rare times when you should remain quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Reign of Silence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence often starts when we choose not to confront a difference. Given the dissimilarities in our temperaments, backgrounds, and experiences, it’s inevitable that we will have different opinions, beliefs, and tastes. Most of us recognize the value of such variety: Who really wants to go into a brainstorming session with people who all have the same views and ideas? But we’re also aware of how terribly painful it can be to raise and work through differences. The French word différend, tellingly, means “quarrel.” Not surprisingly, most people decide it’s easier to cover up their differences than to try to discuss them.&lt;br /&gt;Our research shows that this tendency to remain silent rather than express a difference exists both in individual relationships and in groups, where we fear a loss of status or even expulsion if we differ from the rest. Most of us can remember from our adolescence how compelling the desire was to conform. Even as adults, many people in organizations are willing to go to enormous lengths to get along with members of their work groups – at least superficially. We do what we believe other group members want us to do. We say what we think other people want us to say.&lt;br /&gt;More familiar to many is the pressure to keep silent that’s created by differences in rank. How easy it is for a boss to send a powerful signal that a worker should be quiet. Take the case of Robert and Linda. Robert was an attorney in charge of his law firm’s support staff. Linda, who was head of the library, came to Robert one day to complain about the performance evaluation process. She felt that many of the lawyers weren’t being fair in their evaluations of the library staff and that they shouldn’t have the automatic right to determine the librarians’ raises and promotions. Robert disagreed. “If you think of the lawyers as your clients,” he advised, “you can see why they have every expectation to be able to critique the quality of service.” When Linda pressed again, Robert got irritated and said, “This is the way we do it around here, and this is the way it’s going to continue!” Linda said nothing more and quietly left his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Linda tried to speak up. Many members of organizations silence themselves before the boss has the slightest inkling of what they’re thinking. Often in these instances, employees use silence as a strategy to get ahead. Consider Don, a senior analyst at an investment bank who carefully keeps his opinions to himself when he’s around his superiors. “It comes down to the hierarchical nature of the bank,” he says. “Basically you’re just trying to make the person above you love you so you’ll get a big bonus. If you start raising uncomfortable questions and being holier-than-thou, you may be absolutely right, but you shoot yourself in the foot. What the managing director says goes.”&lt;br /&gt;And it’s not just that subordinates feel pressure to keep silent with their bosses. Bosses also may feel uncomfortable expressing their differences with subordinates. It is frequently difficult for managers, for instance, to give negative performance feedback to subordinates – especially in organizations that place a high value on being polite and avoiding confrontation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speed Trap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no doubt that pressure to go fast can have its benefits. It can, for example, push us to find more efficient, less bureaucratic ways of working. But it also makes us even more likely to keep silent. How many times has a looming deadline caused you to bite your tongue and think to yourself, “We don’t have time to worry about this now; we just need to get it done.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we perpetually silence ourselves in the short-sighted belief that we are getting our tasks done as expeditiously as possible, we may interfere with creativity, learning, and decision making. If our work depends on divergent thinking, these less-effective processes may in turn result in problems that take time and attention to resolve. Then, in addition to all the work we are rushing to complete, we will also have to address these new problems. That can lead to a vicious cycle that makes us feel the need to go even faster. A little fable about a farmer with a wagon full of apples helps illustrate the point. The farmer stopped a man on the side of the road and asked how far it was to market. The man responded, “It is an hour away, if you go slow.” He continued, “If you go fast, it will take you all day.” There was a bump in the road, and if the farmer went too fast he would hit it, all his apples would fall out, and he’d have to spend the day picking up the fruit. The farmer would then be in all the greater hurry to get to market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure to go fast ends up feeding on itself, perpetuating an internally generated and self-destructive, ever -increasing need for speed. Overstretched workers become more overstretched; managers already focused on crises become all the more so. In our daily lives, many of us face pressure to go fast, and we end up silencing our differences in response. We need to be careful, though, or we may end up in a self-made “speed trap.” In the end, whether our primary concern is to preserve our relationships or to get our tasks done as expeditiously as possible, we must speak up rather than withhold our differences. Otherwise, we risk undermining both our relationships and our ability to complete our work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breaking the Spiral of Silence &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we get ourselves and others to speak up? Can the vicious spirals of silence be replaced with virtuous spirals of communication? The answer is yes, but doing so requires that we find the courage to act differently and that we create the context in which people will value the expression of such difference. Managers with a lot of authority need to be especially careful not to punish people, explicitly or implicitly, for speaking out, particularly on issues that may be difficult for the organization to deal with. Harry’s case illustrates how a leader can create such a context.&lt;br /&gt;Harry was a battalion commander, whose unit of more than 500 soldiers had just been miserably defeated in a mock battle against another unit. “If this had been a real battle, two-thirds of us would be dead,” Harry said to the unit in the debriefing that followed. But he continued, “I was at fault. I failed you.” And he went on to explain exactly how, taking full responsibility for the failure.&lt;br /&gt;At first, no one said a word. Then Nick, a very junior scout who was responsible for detecting and alerting the battalion to the enemy’s movements, said, “No sir, it wasn’t your fault. I fell asleep on duty.”&lt;br /&gt;Harry was shocked. But rather than focus on Nick’s failure, great as it was, Harry immediately redirected the unit’s attention to uncovering the underlying problem – the exhaustion his men were suffering. How many had also slept through the opening rounds of the attack, he asked his soldiers to think to themselves. “Nick is a good soldier,” he said. “All of you are good soldiers. We need to focus on the bigger issue: How can we sustain our capabilities during continuous operations in such high-intensity situations?”&lt;br /&gt;Harry set the tone for this discussion. Had he not started by exhibiting his own failures, it’s highly unlikely that Nick would have had the courage to speak up. Moreover, Harry carefully framed the ensuing discussion to avoid blame and instead focus on the larger problem they all faced. In the end, this unit gained a rich appreciation for the importance of speaking up and admitting mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping quiet is too big a problem to be left just to leaders, however. If an organization wants to escape the spiral of silence, everyone has to fight the urge to withdraw and has to work hard to speak up. That’s a tough challenge, for all the reasons we’ve explored, but the following practices can help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recognize your power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We all have the power to express ourselves and to encourage others to speak freely, whether they’re subordinates, peers, or even bosses. Of course, nobody likes to be the one to break the ice; in the face of personal conflict, passivity always feels safer than action. Who would not prefer to sit back, blame the other person, and wait for him to make the first move? Yet it’s almost never the case that something is entirely another person’s fault. Instead of waiting for the other person to apologize or to broach the subject, we need to be willing to take the first step ourselves – to bring differences out into the open so that they can be explored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can even be a good strategy for dealing with a boss who has overtly silenced a subordinate, like Robert, from the law firm. In that situation, Linda could have chosen to go back to Robert to try to turn the situation around. She could have met with him again and said something like, “I know that you don’t think the issue with the performance evaluation process is important. But it is very important to the library staff, and we would like you to understand our point of view. I don’t feel comfortable dropping the issue, as you suggested. I would like a chance to better explain my perspective.”&lt;br /&gt;When one person finds the courage to take a step like this and presents new information in a way that the other person can absorb, the two are likely to join in a process of mutual exploration of the differences that separate them. Indeed, we all have much more power than we think. Our superiors certainly have formal power over us, but it’s also true that their performance depends on how well we are doing. Don’t forget: Your boss needs you, too. And knowing that should empower you to speak up and help him appreciate your point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act deviantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To break the walls of silence, sometimes we have to behave in ways that are not considered appropriate for our particular organization. Put differently, we must act deviantly – for example, by choosing to ask tough questions at a company meeting where employees normally just accept the decisions of top management. Although deviance often carries negative connotations, it is not synonymous with dysfunctionality. Deviance is, at heart, a creative act – a way of searching out and inventing new approaches to doing things. Acts of deviance can point to areas where organizations need to change and can result in fruitful alternatives. The chief thing to keep in mind here is that norms can have exceptions. By challenging a particular norm, we can play a role in changing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Build a coalition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Reaching out to others can give us the strength to break the hold of silence. Not only is it easier to speak up when we know we’re not alone, but a coalition also carries more legitimacy and resources. Even though it may feel threatening to approach people to join forces with you, it is surprising how often you may find that many people feel the same way you do. That’s what happened to Nancy Hopkins, a scientist at MIT.1 Hopkins repeatedly found herself having to fight harder than her male colleagues for resources like lab space. After dealing with the same issues for years, she drafted a letter to the MIT administration. Before sending it, however, she showed it to a female colleague whom she regarded as politically savvy. To Hopkins’s surprise, the other woman wanted to add her signature to the letter; the same type of things had happened to her, too. In the end, 14 of the 15 women Hopkins approached decided to sign as well. As a result, a committee was formed, and a pattern of discrimination was uncovered and addressed.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve recently seen in the scandals at Enron, Tyco, and WorldCom, to name but a few, just how catastrophic situations can become when silence prevails. Yet silence does not have to be about fraud and malfeasance to do grave damage to a company. All too often, behind failed products, broken processes, and mistaken decisions are people who chose to hold their tongues rather than to speak up. Breaking the silence can bring an outpouring of fresh ideas from all levels of an organization – ideas that might just raise the organization’s performance to a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:Thanks to Harvard Businees School Research.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-114494839815339727?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/114494839815339727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=114494839815339727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/114494839815339727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/114494839815339727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2006/04/is-silence-killing-your-company.html' title='Is Silence Killing Your Company ?'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-114321862525742780</id><published>2006-03-24T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T08:46:07.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude to say -NO-</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It’s really a worth an experience to work with people abroad with a different culture and completely different life styles. Although, we have some similar kind of reactions in few common situations around the world. Being here and living with them day in and day out you can realise why we the people back in India are still developing and not evolved to be developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fundamentally we lack something from rest of these guys and what do they have in them which keep them to flourish as a nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be the way we are not nurtured as they are.&lt;br /&gt;May be we are not disciplined as they are.&lt;br /&gt;May be our basic education, which does not want to change.&lt;br /&gt;May be the society we live in are not matured enough.&lt;br /&gt;May be the lessons we learnt are only through bad experience.&lt;br /&gt;May be our political situation which is worse.&lt;br /&gt;May be the morals taught are not followed.&lt;br /&gt;May be the ethics we tend to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;May be the culture we never want or like to follow.&lt;br /&gt;May be the respect we share or do not share with people (each other).&lt;br /&gt;May be we are more inclined to follow their culture than study ours.&lt;br /&gt;May be few things we realise and deliberately do them.&lt;br /&gt;May be we lack the attitude to say –NO-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly you can make the above list an endless one; I intend to point out few basic differences and trying to reason out why are we still a developed nation with such a large pool of educated minds in our country. Where are they drained?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the last one I do not want to discuss rest of them as issues, since I feel the last one would just make a considerable difference to rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude to say –NO-&lt;br /&gt;In every walk of life, all of us do realise what we are capable of doing and what not? Due to some reason we tend to forget that we are supposed to learn things when you come across any thing new. No one expects you to know everything and no one is a born learned unless it’s a child prodigy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just set aside everything, take a deep breath &amp; look back to your childhood days, how excited everyday was? Can you imagine why? Simple, almost everyday we had something new to learn and we had new challenges to achieve and we had competition to participate in and so on. We were so busy we did not have time to think about future and past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday was not monotonous as now since we were working on new things as a child and even would have got appreciation for all of the little things we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had invented time machine and ask people to where would they want to go back, most of them would prefer to go back to their childhood days? Simple reasons - with no money in possession, know nothing about the rat race, not bothered to anyone around us &amp;amp; were bold enough to say –NO- to anything we did not know. Because we knew the fundamentals then, you can learn things if you say –NO-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to remember how you learnt new things then and why do we feel more stagnant, stressed and strained now. The flow makes the difference, we lost the basic attitude to say –No- or the basic inquisitiveness character which was inbuilt in us and has been lost for ever as we evolved as adults. Just similar to Darwin theory “When you do not use any part of our body for a longer period (generations) you tend to loose them, as snake lost its legs”. Unlike these physical attributes this character can be re invented within us just have to raise an interrupt to invoke this program which is not in use for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, how does this make a difference is the question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among youngsters, Why us? They are believed to build our nation, so youngsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among youngsters you can see the sense of competitiveness to a great extent or may be to the large extent .The ability to reach or the greed to grow quicker make us to say ‘Yes’ to all they know and also to what they do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confining myself to IT industry, which has potential to build our nations future and economy? Young professionals trying hard to thrive with their own specific skills .Most of them would have been lured by the exciting pay package and abroad opportunities to make more money (Including myself). Most of them fall into the trap willingly and a large group of them do it because every other in next door did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone in the industry would or could have succeeded with mere knowledge, there are many more factors contributing to the same. Either we like it or even if it against our basic quality or capability we tend to say –Yes- just to impress another individual and continue work cribbing in our mind. Because we are tempted to compromise between what we would love/enjoy to do then what others want us to do? Because in what we love to do would not fetch us the living capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lack to brainstorm our brains and think anything creative at all; we are bound to the pressures built around by the society as well to act. If the guy/gal next door does work in some IT industry we are tempted to do the same. End of the day we start working on something which does not excite us in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People back in abroad, most of them I have spoken to have landed here with some good knowledge on what they have learnt in universities out of their interest. Most of the successful icons here would not have completed their basic schooling. Why are they successful? With very less higher education than us how are they able to manage work force back in India?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically they still hold the character in them to say –NO- to what they do not want and say yes to what they really need. They keep things simple they learn things very slowly, even a manager would not mind to saying “Sorry, I was not aware of it” which in India is supposed be a crime. Manager is one who is supposed to know everything there and by any chance if he accepts of not knowing anything to his subordinate “I promise” he would be humiliated to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This attitude makes them to learn more and move ahead in life and at the end of the day would satisfy him/her that he learnt something new and would be charged to go ahead with life next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a chance to compare one of our CV’s with theirs, God damn! A guy with 2 yrs experience in India is equivalent in knowledge to someone here, but on paper everything looks fine until they are put to work. Most of the stuffs we would have included in our CV would have been something we would have got exposure to. We would claim to know all of them. In one of the interview from the Infosys head Nandan Nilekeni says we in India have man power in abundance but lack quality resources. We do not wait until we learn things completely, rather not allowed with our faulty system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting right people to right place and right work is not an easy job; just survive to the agony in searching a right candidate. A human resources team places someone close to the required skill. Your attitude plays a role from here once been in the work place, stay bold to say –N0- to what you do not know. Say –Yes- to something you are really confident to work with. Take this pleasure of saying –No- in every walk of life and you will really feel relieved with lots of pressure in handling things in life. Possibly everything around us would change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth is my stay in here! Learnt my basics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-114321862525742780?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/114321862525742780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=114321862525742780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/114321862525742780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/114321862525742780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2006/03/attitude-to-say-no.html' title='Attitude to say -NO-'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-114295917601081781</id><published>2006-03-21T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T09:00:36.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Munich - My First Movie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93101876@N00/115892478/"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="Munich" src="http://static.flickr.com/51/115892478_26baacb356_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been here for two long months and getting into the cinema halls have been one of my top priorities. Had to convince the crowd here on this Spielberg movie since his last one “War of the Worlds” would not please all the taste buds, but certainly could be included into a continental menu like’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His latest one gets added to my favourites list, “Munich” threaded on a real event of massacring of Israel’s athletes by group of Palestinians terrorist in Munich Olympics of 1972. Israelis are on to avenge these killings and Prime Minister Office secretly forms a group of five the chosen ones are not commandos kind but ordinary people with specific skills.They are sent to hunt down the plotters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leader of the group is Eric Bana and his acting skills are at his best in the movie, you would have watched him in Troy as Hector. A well built machismo and handsome right for this role. This movie showed me the kind of love and hatred ness between Israelis and Palestine’s for their country and fellow beings across the border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood why they were fighting each other, this arouse my curiosity level and went in search of more information on-line. I can see the plight of people being taken to toll by politicians on both sides as else where in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice one to start with in United Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was “Narnia” and “Final destination 3”&lt;br /&gt;Both the above movies happened on the same day and one after the other,bcas we sneaked into the other screening hall.We had bought the ticket only for "Narnia" but when came out there was a screening happening at the next hall,just entered and sat there on seats as pumpkins and prayed for rescue till the movie ends.Enjoyed the offer and came out thrilled with FD-3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least “Syriana” – My favourite actor George Clooney the best, He won Oscars for best supporting role in the movie. The movie should have been shrewd to the Americans. Just shows the freedom of media to criticise the government for making wrong deals at the wrong place with wrong people at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget Matt Damon in the movie, just the kind of the role he does justice to but felt like he was not used completely in the movie. Good one though for the actor himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-114295917601081781?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/114295917601081781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=114295917601081781&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/114295917601081781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/114295917601081781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2006/03/munich-my-first-movie.html' title='Munich - My First Movie.'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-114129811196722753</id><published>2006-03-02T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T03:16:53.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crispy tale - 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its a privilege reserved for poor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy : Anonymous taxi driver in UK - Basildon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-114129811196722753?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/114129811196722753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=114129811196722753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/114129811196722753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/114129811196722753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2006/03/crispy-tale-9.html' title='A Crispy tale - 9'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-114044373784902621</id><published>2006-02-20T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T05:58:40.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird questions in LIFE – FILE</title><content type='html'>There are many instances when some weird questions strike’s me at lightening speed and vanish ,even when I am occupied and even when I am not…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I am riding my bike,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What if I meet an accident and lose my hand or leg?&lt;br /&gt;My course of life would change then?&lt;br /&gt;Thank myself for not doing it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I am very happy and having good time with my friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Will I lose them all for some reason?&lt;br /&gt;Will they stop liking me anymore?&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to all of us, when we are all married?&lt;br /&gt;Would I be lucky to get same set of good friends, if I was an auto driver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before catching sleep in the bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Would curse and appreciate myself for what has happened for all the day?&lt;br /&gt;Literally, I can feel two people talking to each other and justifying what they did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When watching movie in theatre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What would happen if some female slaps me for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;What if the movie is real and not a movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not always I have serious thoughts…sometimes its most annoying ones too as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When in meeting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if suddenly I stand and dance?&lt;br /&gt;What if I give them a resignation letter right away? (Touch wood)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it does not strike me always I could remember only a few. Hope this isn’t any kind of phobia in me :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is a predefined definition and things will not happen as you like or think but take its own course to end itself some day as it likes and this is destiny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s enjoy…every moment of it even if you are not the chosen one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-114044373784902621?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/114044373784902621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=114044373784902621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/114044373784902621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/114044373784902621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2006/02/weird-questions-in-life-file.html' title='Weird questions in LIFE – FILE'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-113915737704065822</id><published>2006-02-05T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T08:44:28.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campanile...48.5£</title><content type='html'>This is the french style hotel and per day cost in UK,Essex,Basildon.Such a wonderful place to be in and with outside air temperature swinging from minus and plus degrees.Weather here was a shock,Since the minimum temperature experienced in Bangalore was 15 degrees. Most of the times we read about temperatures in news papers but being there is really very different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently chilling out and experiencing the unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would be back with more and more about my stay here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-113915737704065822?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/113915737704065822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=113915737704065822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/113915737704065822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/113915737704065822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2006/02/campanile485.html' title='Campanile...48.5£'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-113292193916061269</id><published>2005-11-25T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T04:32:19.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manjunath - IIM graduate killing.</title><content type='html'>Manjunath you need not be my friend to send my condolence but once I saw the news about a young brave getting killed for his honesty felt so bad...have no words to express.&lt;br /&gt;After three days,My colleague pai told me he was next door in his hostel in JC.Could not control my emotions and have no words for their parents losing a son at this age ...sorry....really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Guys close to him do something and do take care of his family they need all of you when they are in such great grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93101876@N00/66756360/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/66756360_09471054c4_m.jpg" width="160" height="160" alt="Manjunath" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please post all your condolence here in his blog.Let the world know our support for this honest, brave and young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://manjunathshanmugam.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://manjunathshanmugam.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-113292193916061269?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/113292193916061269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=113292193916061269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/113292193916061269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/113292193916061269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/11/manjunath-iim-graduate-killing.html' title='Manjunath - IIM graduate killing.'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-113275039286221622</id><published>2005-11-23T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T04:53:12.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johari window</title><content type='html'>Johari window is an interesting self study of what an individual is all about, Here  are the four windows seen below which talks about what does you and your world around you knows about you ?.Looks interesting right, indeed  it is. Everyone can decipher there own instances to relate their behavior with this window pretty easily. Lets analyze…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93101876@N00/66166315/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/66166315_947c4703db.jpg" width="349" height="342" alt="Johari" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The investigation reveals ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The first window – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you know we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This exhibits those characteristics which both the individual and what the world  thinks about the individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The second window – &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This window talks about those potential only known to the individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The third window –&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; only we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The third window talks about those characters about you which is known only to the world and your conscious effort to know it will or can make you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The fourth window –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Neither of us know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is the strange part of everyone’s life where both the individual and world will not be in a position to determine those characteristics but certainly it does exits in our inner conscious and that would be exhibited only at very rare occasions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-113275039286221622?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/113275039286221622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=113275039286221622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/113275039286221622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/113275039286221622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/11/johari-window.html' title='Johari window'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-113266004941762685</id><published>2005-11-22T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T03:57:57.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding bells again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93101876@N00/65821040/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Picture 029" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/65821040_a982713b65_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93101876@N00/65821039/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Picture 067" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/65821039_7897134437_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93101876@N00/65821038/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Picture 065" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/65821038_f9a6ac9d10_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93101876@N00/65821037/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Picture 064" src="http://static.flickr.com/35/65821037_fdaf93df43_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93101876@N00/65821036/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93101876@N00/65821036/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/65821036_93ada36b8a_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Picture 046" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it was my another good friend Suresh’s wedding with Anuradha , For a change it was an typical arranged marriage in their home town Komarapalayam near Erode. It’s a reason for us take some time off from our monotonous work in office. All was set for travel with tickets booked in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Schedule&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reception 20th Evening Nov.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage muhurtham was on 21st early morning Nov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to plan our vacation on Monday to attend the marriage and make sure we do not just make it a formal one. Since he was just more than a colleague to us. I am lucky enough to form a gang in the office as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took off the Saturday night after watching India’s emphatic victory over consistent South African’s in the one dayer. Breaking their winning streak and avoiding them from making it a world record. Our hotel room was booked in Bhavani a 2Km distance from Komarapalayam, close to Sangameshwarar temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to have a nice food carnival in the marriage hall and would be back to our hotel rooms to take some deadly nap. Only irritation was from the police securities installed near the temple with speakers announcing the devotees from being conned. Best part was that it was announced in three different languages…ending with lines like…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hushar, Hushar, Hushar” in Tamil&lt;br /&gt;“Jagratha, Jagratha, Jagratha” in Telugu&lt;br /&gt;“Jopana, Jopana, Jopana” in Kannada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These announcement went on for say about 3-4hrs in the morning then break for lunch for them as well as us, then once when we were back to hotels the speakers were also roaring at once until the end of the day. Anyways had real nice time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a total fun all over and we also had some snaps of the marriage. My hearty congratulations for both Suresh and Anu. Let their new life together be prosperous and hope they would make a fantastic pair to set an example for a good arrange marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-113266004941762685?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/113266004941762685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=113266004941762685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/113266004941762685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/113266004941762685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/11/wedding-bells-again.html' title='Wedding bells again'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-113239400859295292</id><published>2005-11-19T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T02:01:43.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadly fever strikes India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93101876@N00/?saved=1"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93101876@N00/64719370/"&gt;&lt;img height="269" alt="Dravid" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/64719370_7e06767d79.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what fever I am talking about, Its Cricket mania all over. With Rahul Dravid taking over from our Saurav dada the composition of the team looks awesome. A 6-1 series victory in the shorter version of the game was least expected from our Men In Blues. It was certainly a cherry on top of the cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cricket lovers all over have gone mad with our Indian teams performance. All the match fixing scandal are put in the back seat ,and now its only cricket nothing at all. Also the elegance with which we won those matches aganist Lankan's are still a dream like situation. We have only seen India tottering ,struggling , succumbing , audience praying for victories. Its our time to rejoice, In spite of having like’s like Tendulkar’s ,Saurav’s,The wall Dravid’s and Sehwag’s everyone knew Indian always lacking a killer instinct in them and most of the time when these players failed to deliver India was a team that could be won at will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its not the same anymore and we all love to see the rising Dhoni’s, Pathan’s, Raina’s, Venu’s and many more who are making hard even for Saurav to find a place in the Indian side. Really a situation every Indian would be proud of and certainly wanted it to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have almost have no words of praise for the youngsters in the Indian side. If Yuvraj and Kaif Ganguly’s find for Indian side regain to consistency then guys you have a team here to watch with some good fantastic Cricket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under Dravids captaincy everything seems to workout but I feel bad for Ganguly, Never you should forget the way he backed the youngsters when for us cricket was only meant with Tendulkar playing and not playing. He is another batsmen hitting sixes all over the ground and exhibiting a more aggressive Indian team on and off ground. Hope dada would make a come back with style and be a component of our team under the captaincy of the very composed “The Wall”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the series win against South Africa would put us on top in the rating. All the very best for new Indian side and Hope no politics is mixed with these fresh breed of young blood and let us encourage them to spread our cricket religion across the world by winning “World Cup 2007”.They all certainly deserve it, what say boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-113239400859295292?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/113239400859295292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=113239400859295292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/113239400859295292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/113239400859295292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/11/deadly-fever-strikes-india.html' title='Deadly fever strikes India'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-113024309050820141</id><published>2005-10-25T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T05:58:34.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friends wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5401/1074/1600/P10100831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5401/1074/320/P10100831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5401/1074/1600/P10100681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5401/1074/320/P10100681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5401/1074/1600/P1010053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5401/1074/320/P1010053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5401/1074/1600/P1010037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5401/1074/320/P1010037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5401/1074/1600/P1010023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5401/1074/320/P1010023.jpg" width="452" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5401/1074/1600/P1010035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5401/1074/320/P1010035.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;24th was a special day in my friends LIFE and a special day for all our gang members as well..&lt;br /&gt;we call ourselves "KUDUKARA-SANGHA" - ( Drunkard's ) .But not all of them in the gang are regular drinkers but when its party time we do not miss out the chance to taste them all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me Explain how this group formed and their members....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adi               alias Biscuit (A guy who makes you believe all non nonsense)&lt;br /&gt;Bharadwaj  alias Dumma (A guy with a huge tummy)&lt;br /&gt;Chetan        alias Solle (Means Mosquito - Dies down in spirit very soon)&lt;br /&gt;Deepak       alias Kothi (Means Monkey - Jumps around)&lt;br /&gt;Madan        alias Sodi (Means One who wears Spectacles - Typically a big speky)&lt;br /&gt;Sharath      alias Thatha (Means Old aged - Matured more that his age )&lt;br /&gt;Prasanna   alias Bhatta (His sur name)&lt;br /&gt;Shivram    alias Chuli (A lust seeking guy)&lt;br /&gt;Lokesh      alias Loki (Short form of my name)&lt;br /&gt;Jaideep     alias Jai (Short form of his name)&lt;br /&gt;Prakash    alias Bra-kacha(Sorry - No explaination required)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adi,Chetan and Deepak are from same schools and joined Jain college for their Pre - University colleges and same was with Madan and Bhara.Next,Sharath also joined the same college but from a different school.It did not stop here Me, Shivram and Prakash were form same school but shivram made it to the college where the above guys joined and brought the huge group under one roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai's story was bit different he left our school around 4th standard and joined the our gang back in PUC,A kind of re union of a old friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhatta was a friend to the above group but was from a different college as me and prakash but we all gel in so well that we form the "sangha" with great passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When their is a get together we make sure that we do not miss anyone in the topic to discuss and make fun of all of them present and not present in the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics,Cricket,Movies,Career.....nothing is left behind in dicussion.....A session I enjoy the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our gang marriage has been in discussion for quite a long time.....everyone coming up with their kind of choice and what exactly they expect from their better halves and so on.To be frank even though we all have same attitude towards life in wife we are all so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised when Solle (Refer the table above to original name) broke his silence and decided to marry the beautiful girl he had love with.We all infact prayed for him so that none of their parents trouble him and acknowledge them. Things went fine as we thought with slight hicups but everything was under control.At last they proved both are made for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for his future and may god give him the ability to face the life gracefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-113024309050820141?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/113024309050820141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=113024309050820141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/113024309050820141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/113024309050820141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-best-friends-wedding.html' title='My best friends wedding'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-112970278822047814</id><published>2005-10-18T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:19:48.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A crispy tale 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statutory Warning : &lt;strong&gt;"Crushing is injurious to wealth"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-112970278822047814?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/112970278822047814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=112970278822047814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112970278822047814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112970278822047814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/10/crispy-tale-8.html' title='A crispy tale 8'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-112970251878939081</id><published>2005-10-18T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:15:18.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogged,Clogged,Slogged,Logged</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time I have blogged Since I was so clogged with myself  and Hence I was slogged in office where I could not be logged to gather “ME”…In fact I was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have re-tuned my engine and back.&lt;br /&gt; Awaiting for my short and not so very short “CRISPY TALES”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-112970251878939081?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/112970251878939081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=112970251878939081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112970251878939081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112970251878939081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/10/bloggedcloggedsloggedlogged.html' title='Blogged,Clogged,Slogged,Logged'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-112539642988962502</id><published>2005-08-30T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T03:09:46.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A crispy tale 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love around &amp;amp; not move around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays,freaking around with many girlfriend's is a fashion symbol for youngsters.Finding a true Love is not possible even very rarely.But he who finds true love would understand the very essence of being loved instead of falling in love just like rolling down the steps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-112539642988962502?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/112539642988962502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=112539642988962502&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112539642988962502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112539642988962502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/08/crispy-tale-7.html' title='A crispy tale 7'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-112289539966343601</id><published>2005-08-01T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T04:23:19.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A crispy tale 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He loves she;She loves him not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks about her most of the time and want to have her as his better half. He decides to reveal the same to her. She at the very instance says “No”. He still believes she likes him. Now he is in a dilemma to wait or get himself annoyed with “No” again. Not sure what to do he becomes a crispy tale numbered 6.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-112289539966343601?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/112289539966343601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=112289539966343601&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112289539966343601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112289539966343601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/08/crispy-tale-6.html' title='A crispy tale 6'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-112243712374283978</id><published>2005-07-26T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T21:06:41.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are words filthy?yeah sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I often enjoy using &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Word Web",&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hich&lt;/span&gt; is a desktop dictionary for words).Reason,When I am lost in meaning of words. I type in the word and get its meaning. When you click search there appears tabs below with "Nearest", "Synonyms", "Type","Types of" etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, Early to office &amp; working suddenly I went in search for a word and landed on one funny explanation...here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Meaning of the word "MAN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the tab "synonyms"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noun :man(men)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. An adult male person (as opposed to a woman)&lt;br /&gt;Eg. "there were two women and six men on the bus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Someone who serves in the armed forces; a member of a military force.&lt;br /&gt;Eg. "two men stood sentry duty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The generic use of the word to refer to any human being&lt;br /&gt;Eg. "it was every man for himself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.All of the inhabitants of the earth&lt;br /&gt;No example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Any living or extinct member of the family Hominidae&lt;br /&gt;No example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.A male subordinate&lt;br /&gt;Eg. "the chief stationed two men outside the building";"he awaited word from his man in Havana"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.An adult male person who has a manly character (virile and courageous competent)&lt;br /&gt;Eg. "the army will make a man of you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.A male person who plays a significant role (husband or lover or boyfriend)&lt;br /&gt;in the life of a particular woman.&lt;br /&gt;Eg "she takes good care of her man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.A manservant who acts as a personal attendant to his employer.&lt;br /&gt;Eg. "Jeeves was Bertie Wooster's man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Game equipment consisting of an object used in playing certain board games.&lt;br /&gt;Eg. "he taught me to set up the men on the chess board".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verb : man(manned, manning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Take charge of a certain job; occupy a certain work place&lt;br /&gt;Eg. "Mr. Smith manned the reception desk in the morning"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Provide with men&lt;br /&gt;Eg. "We cannot man all the desks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In the tab "Antonyms"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman - Obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the tab "Type of"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body servant&lt;br /&gt;do work&lt;br /&gt;foot soldier&lt;br /&gt;game equipment - &lt;strong&gt;"not sure what game he meant"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover&lt;br /&gt;man servant&lt;br /&gt;mortal&lt;br /&gt;person&lt;br /&gt;skilled worked - &lt;strong&gt;"Hmmmmn interesting"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;somebody&lt;br /&gt;soul&lt;br /&gt;staff&lt;br /&gt;someone&lt;br /&gt;subordinate&lt;br /&gt;subsidiary&lt;br /&gt;trained worker&lt;br /&gt;underling&lt;br /&gt;work - last but no least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In the tab "Types"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army Officer&lt;br /&gt;Bull&lt;br /&gt;Buster&lt;br /&gt;Devil dog&lt;br /&gt;Ejaculator&lt;br /&gt;Ex-Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Ex-husband&lt;br /&gt;Ex-Serviceman&lt;br /&gt;Tarzan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrary,Meaning of woman is even more funnier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Meaning of the word "WOMAN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the tab "synonyms"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noun: Woman(Women)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.An adult female person (as opposed to a man)&lt;br /&gt;Eg. "the director is a woman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Women as a class&lt;br /&gt;Eg. "woman is the glory of creation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.A human female employed to do housework&lt;br /&gt;Eg. "I have a woman that comes in for four hours a day while I write"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.A female person who plays a significant role (wife or mistress or girlfriend)&lt;br /&gt;in the life of a particular man&lt;br /&gt;Eg. "he was faithful to his woman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder why there was no "Verb"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; explanation to woman...sorry Ladies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In the tab "Antonyms"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man -very Obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the tab "Type of"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class&lt;br /&gt;Cleaner&lt;br /&gt;Female&lt;br /&gt;Social Class&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In the tab "Types"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Girl&lt;br /&gt;Divorcee&lt;br /&gt;Wife&lt;br /&gt;Widow&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Heart&lt;br /&gt;Stunner&lt;br /&gt;Smasher&lt;br /&gt;Prostitute&lt;br /&gt;Mantrap&lt;br /&gt;lulu&lt;br /&gt;Lady of pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Ex wife&lt;br /&gt;Beauty&lt;br /&gt;Bar Girl&lt;br /&gt;Baggage&lt;br /&gt;Ball- Breaker&lt;br /&gt;Ball-buster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I certainly enjoy them all.....did u??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-112243712374283978?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/112243712374283978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=112243712374283978&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112243712374283978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112243712374283978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/07/are-words-filthyyeah-sometimes.html' title='Are words filthy?yeah sometimes...'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-112184314098285176</id><published>2005-07-19T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T00:05:40.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex transformation for rs 175.</title><content type='html'>Weekends gist to me is visting my home town Bangalore.Since the frequency of visitsis more &amp; of very random kind I end up travelling alone (unplanned).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understand why this phenomenon happen with me everytime I travel,sometimes I askmyself do I look like of any maanga(tamil) or what.People would directly come to me and say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please if you dont mind can change to uppper berth",Which I often accept considering their old age and sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please would you mind exchange the berth,My wife is here and I have my berth in another coach",Certainly I often do not mind accepting this as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,This time around it was really a literal sexual tranformation for just rupees 175.The departing time in bangalore was 11:45pm and was early by an hours or so on that day.Which now I consider was a biggest mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and sat in my coach S2 middle berth 46,Started reading WEEK magazine.I saw a female and a guy speaking outside the window &amp;amp; they looked like husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 mins later the man came to me and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse Me,WOuld you mind changing your berth to S10"&lt;br /&gt;"Even that is a middle berth,I have my wife's berth here and mine there"&lt;br /&gt;"Also,I have a seperate ticket with me for exchange"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked like it was all set for the exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about say "OK" ,Before that the female with him also requested "please"(With a smile) and this made me to answer even quicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they were a bit amused with my quick accpetance,I added that this was a common phenomenon with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged our tickets and now my name was some Rajesh and aged about 36 (male).&lt;br /&gt;Usually people are reluctant to change their place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,the coach S10 was at the fag end of the train from S2.Had to walk which I hated.I just sat,There came an another guy with two females one was his mother and the other I think was his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started "Excuse me,Are you travelling alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At once I said"Do you want me to change the place for someone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a broad smile he said "Yes,I have my mother's berth here and my wife's berth in same coach but different compartment,would you mind exchaning it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also said,"Just exchange of seats is ok,I would explain it to the TT".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "No worries".Took my back pack and walked towards my seat few yards away and sat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a guy seated next to me and was quick to recall that I had seen him in compartment when heading from chennai to bangalore .Both smiled,I just started and said Now I am a female of age about 26yrs married named Radha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With astonishment he asked me "What was it all about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained,He bursted out into laughter not because of my story but bcas of his own tale.&lt;br /&gt;He too had underwent the same treatment &amp; was from the same S2 coach,Luckily his age and sex remaind the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TT came in and checked our tickets and understood the situation and left with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both decided if asked for any more exchanges we would tell them "we are traveling together (as husband and wife)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy: Southern Railways sexaul trasformation for rupees 175....one way only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-112184314098285176?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/112184314098285176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=112184314098285176&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112184314098285176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112184314098285176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/07/sex-transformation-for-rs-175.html' title='Sex transformation for rs 175.'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-112177073920235291</id><published>2005-07-19T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T03:58:59.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motto:Powered by intellect, Driven by Values</title><content type='html'>He was short. He was sharp. He was the brightest boy in his class. His seniors would ask him to solve their difficulties in Science. He could have go unnoticed in the crowd, but once you asked him a question related to Physics or Mathematics, there was a spark in his eyes. He could Grasp theories of Science faster than the speed of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came from a poor but educated family. His father was a high-school teacher and an avid reader of English literature. He, like all the boys in the class was trying to get admission into some engineering college. The brighter ones wanted to study in he Indian Institutes of Technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an entrance test for IIT. This boy, along with his friends applied to appear for the test. They did not have any special books or coaching. All these IIT aspirants would sit below the shade of a stone mantap close to chamundi hills in the sleepy town of Mysore.  He was a guide for others. While the others struggled to solve problems in the question paper, he would smile shyly and solve them in no time. He sat below a tree and dreamt of studying at IIT. He was then only sixteen years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Day came. He came to Bangalore, stayed with some relatives and appeared for the entrance test. He did very well but would only say"OK" when asked. It was the opposite when it came to food...."OK" implied bad, "good" implied ok, and "very good" implied good!! His principle in life was never to hurt anyone....      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IIT entrance results came. He had passed with flying colors and the highest rank. He was thrilled! He went to his father who was reading a newspaper and said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ANNA, I have passed the exam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well done, My Boy". "I want to join IIT".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father stopped reading the paper. He lifted his head, Looked at the boy and said with a heavy voice "You know our financial position, and I cannot afford your expenses at IIT. You can stay in Mysore and learn as much as you want." His father was sad that he had to tell the bitter truth, but it could not be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenager was disappointed. He was so near to fulfilling his fondest dream, yet so far. His heart sank in sorrow. He did not reply. He never shared his unhappiness with anyone. He was an introvert by nature. His heart was bleeding but he was notget angry with anyone. The day came; his classmates were leaving for Madras. They were leaving from Mysore to Chennai. They had shared good years at school and he wanted to wish them good luck for their future. At the station his friends were already there. They were excited and discussing about their new hostels, new courses etc. So he stood there silently. One of his friends noticed and said" You should have made it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not reply .He just wished them. He stood there even after he could no longer see the train or the waving hands. Yet he stood there motionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was June 1962 in the Mysore city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to himself, without anger or jealously," All students from the IIT's study well and do big things in life. But it is not the institution, ultimately it is you and you alone who can change your life by hard work".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This son of a schoolteacher became a pioneer of India's software industry. He went on to become Infosys founder and Chairman, Mr Narayan Murthy.&lt;br /&gt;His motto being, "Powered by intellect, Driven by Values"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:This story was inspirational and source - &gt; Mail Forwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-112177073920235291?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/112177073920235291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=112177073920235291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112177073920235291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112177073920235291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/07/mottopowered-by-intellect-driven-by.html' title='Motto:Powered by intellect, Driven by Values'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-112136181483542926</id><published>2005-07-14T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T10:23:34.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A crispy tale 5</title><content type='html'>Tales are integral part of life &amp; are simply inevitable,Crispy tales are those which summarizes them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-112136181483542926?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/112136181483542926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=112136181483542926&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112136181483542926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112136181483542926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/07/crispy-tale-5.html' title='A crispy tale 5'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-112135917075769906</id><published>2005-07-14T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T09:40:20.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A crispy tale 4</title><content type='html'>"Marriage" is not a word its a "sentence".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-112135917075769906?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/112135917075769906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=112135917075769906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112135917075769906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112135917075769906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/07/crispy-tale-4.html' title='A crispy tale 4'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-112135833833586541</id><published>2005-07-14T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T09:25:38.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A crispy tale 3</title><content type='html'>He never got married,wanted to make a statement to the world.He certainly did,His relatives eagerly awaited his death.His property was equally shared among themselves with no feud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-112135833833586541?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/112135833833586541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=112135833833586541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112135833833586541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112135833833586541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/07/crispy-tale-3.html' title='A crispy tale 3'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-112132240613318053</id><published>2005-07-13T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T23:26:46.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A crispy tale 2</title><content type='html'>He wanted a job &amp;amp; learnt many things,But after he got one - he learnt learning never stops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-112132240613318053?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/112132240613318053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=112132240613318053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112132240613318053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112132240613318053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/07/crispy-tale-2.html' title='A crispy tale 2'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-112126994257444194</id><published>2005-07-13T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T09:11:00.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A crispy tale 1</title><content type='html'>He was not loved by any girl,He got married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-112126994257444194?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/112126994257444194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=112126994257444194&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112126994257444194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112126994257444194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/07/crispy-tale-1_13.html' title='A crispy tale 1'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-112031253725601099</id><published>2005-07-02T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T06:55:37.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who rules ???</title><content type='html'>Are we ruled by our heart or may be our mind or may be both, Seeing the world I am sure both do malfunction all the time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-112031253725601099?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/112031253725601099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=112031253725601099&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112031253725601099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112031253725601099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/07/who-rules.html' title='Who rules ???'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-112019890727825379</id><published>2005-06-30T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:24:21.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRUST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a very important factor for all relationships. Broken trust is the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes animosity and would cause separation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For instance,&lt;br /&gt;A telephone operator received a phone call. She answered, "Public Utilities Board." There was silence. She repeated, "PUB." There was still no answer. When she was going to cut off the line, she Heard a lady's voice, "Oh, so this is PUB. Sorry, I got the number from my Husband's pocket but I do not know whose number it is." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NO POINTING FINGERS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man asked his father-in-law, "Many people praised you for a successful marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father-in-law answered in a smile, "Never criticize your wife for her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We all look forward to being loved and respected. Many people are afraid of losing face. Generally, when a person makes a mistake, he would look around to find a scapegoat to point the finger at. This is the start of a war. We should always remember that when we point one finger at a person, the other four fingers are pointing at ourselves. If we forgive others, others will ignore our mistake too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CREATING PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A person visited the matchmaker for marriage, requested "I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a suitable one." The bureau said, "Your requirements, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, good looking, polite, humorous , sporty, knowledgeable, good in singing and dancing. Willing to accompany me the whole day at home during my leisure hour, if I don't go out.&lt;br /&gt;Telling me interesting stories when I need companion for conversation and be silent when I want to rest." The officer listened carefully and replied, "I understand you need television." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a blind wife and a deaf husband ,because the blind wife cannot see the faults of the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of the wife. Many couples are blind and deaf at the courting stage and dream of perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the excitement of love wears off, they wake up and discover that marriage is not a bed of roses. The nightmare begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO OVERPOWERING &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Many relationships fail because one party tries to overpower another ,or demands too much. People in love tend to think that love will conquer all and their spouses will change the bad habits after marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually, this is not the case. There is a saying which carries the meaning that "It is easier to reshape a mountain or a river than a person's character." It is not easy to change. Thus, having high expectation on changing the spouse character will cause disappointment and unpleasantness.It would be less painful to change ourselves and lower our expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;RIGHT SPEECH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a saying which carries the meaning that "A speech will either prosper or ruin a nation." Many relationships break off because of wrong speech. When a couple is too close with each other ,we always forget mutual respect and courtesy. We may say anything without considering if it would hurt the other party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A friend and her millionaire husband visited their construction site. A worker who wore a helmet saw her and shouted, "Hi, Emily! Remember me? We used to date in the secondary school." On the way home, her millionaire husband teased her, "Luckily you married me. Otherwise you will be the wife of a construction worker." She answered ,"You should appreciate that you married me. Otherwise, he will be the millionaire and not you." Frequently exchanging these remarks plants the seed for a bad relationship. It's like a broken egg - cannot be reversed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PERSONAL PERCEPTION&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Different people have different perception. One man's meat could be another man's poison. A couple bought a donkey from the market. On the way home ,a boy commented, "Very stupid. Why neither of them ride on the donkey ?"Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old man saw it and commented, "The husband is the head of family. How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?" Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey. Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, "How can the man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is no gentleman." The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey. Then, they met a young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you." Hearing that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their shoulders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be the only choice left. Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You can never have everyone praise you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future. Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BE PATIENT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery &amp; saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, " Daddy ,I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home &amp;amp; committed suicide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones &amp;amp; hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge. People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-112019890727825379?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/112019890727825379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=112019890727825379&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112019890727825379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/112019890727825379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/06/trust.html' title='TRUST'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-111881479954129340</id><published>2005-06-14T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T08:36:15.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A green signaled Love Story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual Aditya started to office on his most adored bajaj pulsar (150 cc), It was a month of June with monsoon just started to lash the green city of Bangalore. Adi likes to ride his pulsar on full speed, he sped on his bike humming his favorite song from RHTDM (Such Keh Raha Hai dewana).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adi is a smart guy with lavish looks ,smart personality, has a good dressing sense and works for a mnc software company. He had a good communication capabilities, Although he is a no different from others ,certainly carried a good rapport in his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To talk about his friends, I can say he was a gifted guy with good support from them. They provide him a good moral support when he needs it badly. He is a happy go lucky guy, takes life as it comes and does not get himself entangled into problems willingly. Anytime confronted with problems he would easily deal with it, That’s where he stands apart from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in his love life ,I can say he is not so been very lucky with it. His first dejection in love was dealt with more maturity &amp; in about a year was out of it. With things hotting up in his carrier and busy schedules he had to go early to office and had to slog as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was speeding towards his office suddenly he felt his mobile was ringing ,He stopped for a while wanting to feel the vibration and he was wrong. He sped again and a red light at the far end made him to stop in a signal for 110secs .You can usually skip the signal at early mornings but adi deliberately will not do wrong things like these. He turned off his ignition &amp;amp; was looking around. Suddenly his eyes caught up with a female waiting for a bus on the other side of the road. She was a good looking female with fair skin ,orange salwar, 5 feet 8 inches in height (tall), curly hairs falling on her face due to early breeze, with great eye lashes and a bindi on her forehead , of course adi was impressed by her mannerism. he wanted to offer her a lift…..She was looking at her wrist watch and eagerly looking at the end of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, signal switched from red to green - he kicked his bike, Unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;(fortunately) was not starting. He tried hard and was not sure what went wrong with his bike .He is a kind who likes to keep his vehicle under very good running condition. Just when he was about to shout at himself he noticed the ignition was not turned ON. He smiled at himself and now with one kick he was able to start his bike. Before he could leave that place he just glanced(eye balls on same ends) that female. She had a big smile on her face. Only then adi realized she had been watching him doing all this. Looked funny though…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled back to her, put his helmet on and sped across her. He was on cloud 10 (cloud 9 is a pub in Bangalore) was also in full enthu that day. His colleagues could notice he was happy more than normal. But he was not able to reason it out. He also felt that he was more productive in office than any other day.Very often her smiling face started to repeat in faded images. He had no clue of that female and was sure he would not meet her again . He always believes things happen for a reason in life. But his heart believes he’ll meet her again and he thinks was in LOVE with her in an instant, Love at first sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS:This is not depicted on any real life incidence but a mere imaginative thoughts of the writer(myself).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-111881479954129340?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/111881479954129340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=111881479954129340&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/111881479954129340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/111881479954129340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/06/green-signaled-love-story.html' title='A green signaled Love Story...'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-111848572539731817</id><published>2005-06-11T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T06:48:17.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What matters in Life ?</title><content type='html'>What matters in Life ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly one day ……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your collection , treasure, likes will pass on to someone else..&lt;br /&gt;All your wealth, fame and power will be of no relevance to you…&lt;br /&gt;All your grudges , resentments , frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear…&lt;br /&gt;All your Microsoft calendar appointments ,to-do-list will expire ….&lt;br /&gt;All your wins and losses once seemed so important will fade away….&lt;br /&gt;All your brilliance ,color , caste will be irrelevant….&lt;br /&gt;All your relationships will not have any role to play…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know when would this happen ?&lt;br /&gt;When your parasite* soul decides to vacate your body….&lt;br /&gt;you will no long mean any thing to anyone …you are dead as dodo……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What matters in Life is ...&lt;br /&gt;Not what you bought and save but what you thought and gave…..&lt;br /&gt;Not what were you successful in but were you of any significance…&lt;br /&gt;Not what you learned for yourself but what you taught others….&lt;br /&gt;Not your competence but your character….&lt;br /&gt;Not how many people are in your contact list but how many really miss you….&lt;br /&gt;Not your memories but memories of others where you will still live……&lt;br /&gt;Not how long you would be remembered but by whom and for what…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Parasite:&lt;br /&gt;An animal that lives in or on a host (another animal ) the parasite obtains nourishment from the host without benefiting and kill the host.&lt;br /&gt;A follower who hangs around a host (without benefit to the host) in hope of gain or advantage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-111848572539731817?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/111848572539731817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=111848572539731817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/111848572539731817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/111848572539731817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-matters-in-life.html' title='What matters in Life ?'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-111778296610575282</id><published>2005-06-03T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T00:16:06.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"To Wed or Not to Wed"</title><content type='html'>This was in reply to one of my colleagues mail on living single....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I seriously cannot believe my eyes when I read all your replies, It looks like people here are trying to talk about “To Wed or not to Wed ”. This also makes me realize that still male chauvinism and feminism do exist on earth and there is absolutely no doubt about it : &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think the purpose of education is in our life ? We just use it as a instrument to fetch a job and make money. If this is the case ,I am really sorry ..It clearly indicates the education package did not contain any moral values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine when people like us can get lost like this ,How do you think the rural people would behave like….We are here to understand do we really need a companion in our journey of life. Of course it’s an individuals decision. Only time can decide whether he/she was right while making that decision,but before you could realize your mistake dead end would have been reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the feminist think wedding is an arranged life imprisonment and for male chauvinist its like hiring a free home maker for entire life. I totally disagree with both the kind of ”mental block” (I would love to call it so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank I do not see any major difference between a guy and gal ,If they are different its only because of appearances. As the phrase says&lt;br /&gt;“Appearances are always deceptive”. Both of them, you know kind of want to show there dominance to the world .This is a bit more when it comes into the relationship between a husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A daughter can understand her father/brother better but cannot understand  her hubby and in same lines a son can understand his mother/sister better and cannot understand his wife. Looks  very funny to me. The fundamental aspect is the time spent with opposite sex and with the above relationship it is more and only time can make you understand each other better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is eternal, Certainly Loving someone and marrying them would give you an edge in understanding the opposite sex better .But love alone cannot carry forward your life.You should have witnessed lot of failures in arranged as well as Love marriages and the highlighting factor here would be “ patience to convince each other ” and make them know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are really a complex feature to interpret , but to win over your efforts should be sincere ,honest and  persistent in nature .This is where people are lost. Two different entity living together is no joke, that’s where as Pradeep said Live-ins are more popular in west, the interference in each other life would be minimal. Unlike ours where we like to force our likes and dislike on each other this certainly will not and cannot yield better results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As shanky rightly said I also agree with “ Progressive compromise ” but would like to replace “compromise” with “development” in relationship. Let us not change our like and dislike for others and similarly also do not expect others to change it for us. Accept as it is. Rather you can set priorities to respect each others choices in life. Waiting or expecting a guy to understand a gal or vice versa is a bad idea. Let us give each other lot of space to live and let us talk to each other continuously and at no point of the time expect in any situation that people will learn or read your mind just because he/she is your husband or wife. It really takes time………..further down the lane there is no hard and fast rule that only people with similar likes can make a good pair….rather I would prefer to have it the other way around and make my life more interesting in knowing her likes and dislikes and would love and enjoy to share my thoughts with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication in the only weapon which god has gifted humans and do not forget the emphasis on this is more in every walk of our lives. Why so much importance to this is to be  understood by us….good communication with our customers in job yields us more time to work and similarly doing it with our LIFE partner would yield us relatively better relationship in LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely do not want to share my views on male and female dominance here that really differs from person to person and case by case and there are always percentage to gauge that value. I am here to vote for a good married life whether it is forced one , a preferred one or a Loved one .You can always make your life better……than cursing people who were intentionally or unintentionally responsible  for the three nuptial knots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living single according to me is a boring factor and for all of them who prefer to marry or want to lead a single life ……a hearty best wishes. You can always changes your decisions : &gt;) and lead a happy life…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real thank for your time….these are just my way of looking at life and people around me and not to hurt anyone’s feeling….and sorry if I have done it….its unintentional….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-111778296610575282?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/111778296610575282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=111778296610575282&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/111778296610575282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/111778296610575282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/06/to-wed-or-not-to-wed.html' title='&quot;To Wed or Not to Wed&quot;'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-111693172641198829</id><published>2005-05-24T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T03:48:46.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ageing........</title><content type='html'>God damn today I got a forward which when fed with your date of birth displays things like the number of days you have lived also in secs,mins,hrs so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was horified to know I have lived such a long life ...... That means I have survived in the world of competency with excellence...great feeling right.Ofcourse age does get some wisdom along with it sometime it might come alone as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ageing is a one factor no matter one can stop and think about bcas it even ticks when you think of it.Better forget your age and Live your life to the fullest is what i learnt today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:Do not allow your age to travel alone in this journey of LIFE....Let it accompany with passengers like Happiness to share, confidence to survive , enthusisam to accept to the truth,wisdom to advice,Money to share,Strength to overcome sorrow and misery and LOVE to distribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-111693172641198829?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/111693172641198829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=111693172641198829&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/111693172641198829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/111693172641198829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/05/ageing.html' title='Ageing........'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-111675524840154957</id><published>2005-05-22T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T02:59:59.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arindhum Ariyamalum -  Treat to watch</title><content type='html'>As usual a sudden plan to watch a movie was on mind,In desperation to execute it I called upon balaji to know whether he was interested.He joined me in no time.Though I did not have any preference to watch a particular kind of a movie.Our bike by default headed towards sathyam,Being a friday night we were in no surprise that all the night shows were running full house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no option just thought of giving it a try in devi,We already had got some inputs from shaanky that AA was an offbeat movie with her friend (sow) as an associate director.Whenever I have taken chances like this it really works and same was case this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought our tickets and went in for show with strange things in our minds.Intial 30 mins was not catchy enough.I had just thinking we landed in boredom for the night.Things started rolling out in a much better format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prakash raj (Adi) and his adopted son (Kutti) have to be applauded for their marvelous performance.Its these two characters gives the movie a completeness.I was very impressed with kutty's performance as a so called villian character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the intermission it leaves the audience to expect so much for the second half.To everyones surprise it was a real twist to a humour and to a good 30mins climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention about the heroine is a mistake to confess.I should be thankful if this was just an one time venture for her.Better she decides not to try acting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a complete offbeat but can surely beat the summer heat in chennai with some good BGM and few foot tapping songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would like to watch it again but if it was in sathyam.devikala was a real bad choice for this movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-111675524840154957?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/111675524840154957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=111675524840154957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/111675524840154957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/111675524840154957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/05/arindhum-ariyamalum-treat-to-watch.html' title='Arindhum Ariyamalum -  Treat to watch'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-111667927375135182</id><published>2005-05-21T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T05:41:13.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit to chennai beach...</title><content type='html'>Its been long time desire to visit any of chennai beaches with my girl friend.Although my desire was partially accomplished by just visiting it with my colleagues.According to me its a romantic place to be with someone you Love.Ofcourse no one can deny this fact.I had refrained myself from the love for breeze near the beaches just bcas I did not have a GF to be with.Its was indeed a long wait.I was quick to realise my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually like to plan things quickly,execute and would love to enjoy the results on hand.My friend Balaji wanted to have a drive in his car/800 and was hesistant to ask me to accompany him initially.Within no time we were heading besant nagar beach.Bcas he knew I had a kind of policy to visit beaches only with GF.Ofcourse it was a heights of stupidity,Anyways I won it over very soon and got myself convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 45 mins time we were in besant nagar beach discussing all our interests in life and started sharing likes and dislikes.In most of the cases it was similar.It was real good casual conversation and the time spent was worth.I wont think even if I had visited beach with my GF it would have not been this interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day evening me along with my friends in office decided to visit the beach again.This time around it was Marina beach straight down radhakrishna salai.I was in real good mood to make a mockery of all my friends bcas none of them have a GF including myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse it has become a kind of syndrome that you should have a GF.Luckily, none them have a GF infact we are all trying hard to have one.All six of us myself,gandy,peeky,DAP,Ravi,ponnu took our bikes in pairs and headed straight to M Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it was more fun eating 6 plates of chilly bajjis,masala mix,pani puri,dum etc.We loafed around the beach pull each others leg for sometime and were back to office with same pairs by 8pm.My convention of being with a GF to beach came to an good end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-111667927375135182?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/111667927375135182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=111667927375135182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/111667927375135182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/111667927375135182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/05/visit-to-chennai-beach.html' title='A visit to chennai beach...'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-111641889826191317</id><published>2005-05-17T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T02:18:45.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.........&lt; LIFE &gt; ..........</title><content type='html'>I am back with some more things to share with all of you,I have been trying to figure out for a very long time "what am I upto in LIFE ?" Yes, you guessed it right....still in the process and I am damn sure I wont be able to figure it out.Sounds pessimistic but thats all b'cas of the harsh encounters with LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here to elaborate few wildest questions arises very often and always I would not be able to figure it out,What and Why is all this for..I assume this is because of my philosophical character.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since all these questions have come across I have started realising things are far complex from hat it really seems to be.To a great extent I am convinced that LIFE is all about dealing with all kinds of relationship around us with great care and affection.After all REPUTATION is just what others think about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right from our childhood we have come across so many people filling all these relationship like Father,Mother,Brother,Sister,Teacher,Neighbours,Strangers and most importantly friends.But we have done with many of us now.We do not require our school teachers now or rather remmeber all our classmates.Everyone would like to cherish those moments and would love to capture few incidents which made them to cry or smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no looking back,Current world is so full of competancy and you have to win the rat race (not aware why only rat race and not any other race) at any cost.Your only goal would be to make bucks and settle down in LIFE.Many of us when asked about the kinda of LIFE they want to live would start comparing them with their fellow beings.So is this what you really wanted to do in your LIFE ?I dont think anyone would like to answer this.Because comparison is what ultimately we can do to gauge our standard of LIFE we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid in this process we certainly loose out Individuality,Relationships,Uniqueness and what not. Always trying to emulate things which people around us do it rather than thinking on ourselves what are we upto in LIFE?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At every stage in LIFE we have different challenges and many have acheived it and if not why does this make any difference at all? If yes why is it so?Why only some do it and not all?Why some are smart and not all?why only few are gifted to do few things and not all?On what basis is this decided ?Who decides this ?Why should he do this is my very first question?What does he benifit out of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-Bad,Love - Hatredness,Bravery-Cowardness,Intelligence-Stupidity,Richness-Povery,Happiness-Sadness,Beautiful-Ugly,Black-White. How can all this feature co-exist.They all exist with us but why?If it does why only with few?Let it be only with few no complaints but why does we "desire" to have them with us ? Why only few are influential and why not all?Why only few can reach fame and not all?Why only they few can be rich and not all?Why only few can be very poor and not all?Who defines who should get what and under what condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I believe in reincarnation and have strong belief in astrology but what the heck if I do not get them now when i desire to have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure most or all of them are not happy with what they have with them.At nay point of the time you can ask anyone about their current condition.At once they would start this is not what I exactly wanted to be ....this is not the place where I wanted to be.Then why are they not in the place they wanted to be?Many a times I question the very existence of humans on earth.If they were really made to exist then why all these difference?Who are to decide what I want and why should I pray for what I really need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You claim to be the creator then you also claim the responsibility for desires in me as well.Why the hell should I control my desires?I am puzzled at this very stuff and try not to think or question about this to me once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that human beings are the greatest creature on mother earth with darwins theory.If the creature is not responsible for all the existing stuff now and assume it explains us that it is all MAN made and we have to suffer.Then the greatest creation is malfunctioning with thoughts.Someone fix it.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannnot accept the fact that for something we call the super power does not have anything to do with our wild thoughts.Since i see people are more relaxed when things are going the same with their buddies.But they are in shock when suddenly there is a drift or a change in the LIFE of a friend or colleague.They start analysing things like how this stuff really happened to them and was anything wrong with him/her.Basically when you look at the indiviadual as such he'll be perfect with all required qualities to lead a happy LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day in and day out we only Crib..Crib...Crib.....and continously crib and we do it successfully.Is this a fault code in a infinite loop unable to execute the proper functionality which it was suppose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not really impressed myself is what I can say from the day fertilization started in my mothers womb.Absolutely nothing!But every damn individual is on some purpose is what i believe in strongly.....But "loosing focus" is the common string I hear from lot of my friends.They too have lot of dreams and talents to prove but they lack something to be a MR.PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes feel guilty for all my actions and would not like to answer any of the questions I was talking all along.I am the most frivolous creature is what I assume and have been dealing the LIFE with real zeal and enthisiasm.I am not a very self centered unless it challenges my very existence,friendly and what not .I have heard people say they want to lead a LIFE like me,Very strange! right.Also even i have felt the same with others LIFE as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sure many of us just do not lead our LIFE with all sincerity,truthfullness but still they also live and make a mark and evaporate.Big deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often tend to get inspired when we read books or novels or watch individuals/movies....blah blah blah.Always one big question lurching my mind is - Inspired to do what? To do the same thing what the other individual did or to do something different.If it is same then you'll end up to be copy cats.If not then what to be done... we just end up doing nothing....I am sure lot of them agree with this ....bcas this is the best choice we like to opt for......only then we can start cribbing again ...and again about the kind of LIFE we are leading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point we get involved with intersting people and that genuinely make our LIFE plagarise free.Once that individual is not around you start giving excuse and start palgarising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always observe people around me with all the curiosity and incline to ask them some very basic questions like where are you heading in LIFE and What are your plans in future....I have to appreciate only few and most of them will not be sure of. I am really not convinced with taking LIFE day by day,But again see no other choice as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all this people might I think I have lot of complaints in LIFE ,But in fidility thats not the case.Can i conclude saying that the living LIFE is not about how many breaths we take every moment but how many good moments have simply taken our breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will maintaining your unique IP address make people access your individuality and should that be our USP to be a successfull being on earth. Yes/No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along i have talking about the people influence on us and not a single statement on natures influence on all our dreams because she can upset all your dreams in one go and also she can help you in making it BIG. I think i need not explain much about this....Yes I mean the natural disasters...which breaks and makes man.A real test for a HUMAN's character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams have no limits and I know its the same with all of us,But riding a dream is the wildest thing to happen.We always look at the obstacles which stops us from getting to our dream.But we should learn to crossover them all and achieve it with elegance and satisfaction of acheiving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figureout how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the whole stuff here was to explain was that it was not happening to us......:&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let us try and lets not get affected with what others have to say about usn ,do not loose temper and try to prove your character in all trivial things in LIFE and I think this should be enough to make this a habit and make it big sometime in our LIFE if destined to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be very wild in my writing and not clear in where and what to elaborate on.But i think have sensed the same as many of us have felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to explain more with my lifetime incidents but would sound like a auto-biography,which is not my intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-111641889826191317?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/111641889826191317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=111641889826191317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/111641889826191317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/111641889826191317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='.........&lt; LIFE &gt; ..........'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12597555.post-111505493476130891</id><published>2005-05-02T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T10:28:54.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day to cherish...</title><content type='html'>I am a first time blogger and even when scribbling these few lines I am still trying to convince myself even I can do this....(as if something strange).....yes,this indeed an achievement to me...bcas all these days i was just been a blogder..I mean a blog reader and used to enjoy all the moments people liked to share....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very uncomfortable when its my turn ofcourse I know its not compulsory....&lt;br /&gt;But I am at the corner of a lightly lit lane from where i can just not clearly see whats going to happen tomorrow.......I am sure its the same with everyones life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With few things currently happening in your LIFE you should be able to predict few things for urself and for the rest, At the max keep your fingers crossed and hope that things happen as you wish that to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidently,I am finding time to put across few of my thoughts flowing now...actually I am seriously hungry and let me blog it some other time....:&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12597555-111505493476130891?l=blogsurya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/feeds/111505493476130891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12597555&amp;postID=111505493476130891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/111505493476130891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12597555/posts/default/111505493476130891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogsurya.blogspot.com/2005/05/day-to-cherish.html' title='The day to cherish...'/><author><name>blogSurya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509846043823917366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
