<?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-35955509</id><updated>2012-01-01T10:59:24.294+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bits n Bytes</title><subtitle type='html'>Ramblings of a world weary cynic.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-2174379972299591365</id><published>2010-08-16T20:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-16T20:26:53.658+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We build wishes and dreams,just like castles on a ocean shore&lt;br /&gt;With its many rooms and towers, like one's heart with its million hopes&lt;br /&gt;In our haste and pride we forget, its all too close to the waves&lt;br /&gt;And it all comes tumbling down, like the castle in the tide's wake&lt;br /&gt;All we are left with are pieces,like millions of tiny pebbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one go on, how does one still believe&lt;br /&gt; The castle may be gone, but the builder still breathes&lt;br /&gt; And while he was hasty and suffered, his heart truly repents&lt;br /&gt; He rebuilds his castle, and waits and hopes and prays&lt;br /&gt; That someone up there will smile, and his dreams like the castle shall rise again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-2174379972299591365?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2174379972299591365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-8005300507817858056</id><published>2009-02-01T17:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:23:56.858+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Charlotte Bronte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Parting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; There's no use in weeping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Though we are condemned to part:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; There's such a thing as keeping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; A remembrance in one's heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-8005300507817858056?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8005300507817858056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=8005300507817858056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/8005300507817858056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/8005300507817858056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/charlotte-bronte-parting-theres-no-use.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-7335204881031263968</id><published>2009-02-01T17:08:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:24:22.070+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So how do you deal with it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This pain in your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its not a physical wound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But it sure does leave its scar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kind of makes you wonder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why do we pursue this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;With its complications and Pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Is it worth it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Is it because every one of us is incomplete,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Missing a piece of life,and never knowing what it is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Until you meet somebody and then you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You understand the reasons, and you know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But it doesn't always fit together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lke the pieces of a puzzle might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-7335204881031263968?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7335204881031263968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=7335204881031263968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/7335204881031263968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/7335204881031263968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-how-do-you-deal-with-it-this-pain-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-3240520991369223601</id><published>2008-10-28T20:33:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:45:30.580+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It wasn't supposed to feel this way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The pining of the heart to be gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The restlessness meant to go away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How many masks do I show to the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was not supposed to need them here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yet I find it all the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One more face added to the collection,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't recognize the true one anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-3240520991369223601?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3240520991369223601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=3240520991369223601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/3240520991369223601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/3240520991369223601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-is-ache-in-pit-of-my-stomach.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-8371352497116602033</id><published>2008-01-27T17:46:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:45:54.639+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Saw a tamil movie today.. Autograph . For the uninitiated , it is extremely rare of me to watch any Indian movie .. that too a tamil one around 4 hours in length.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; But it was a brilliant movie , the best I have seen in years . Its about a 30 something guy , who is about to get married . He is travelling to all the places he grew up in , to meet the people there and extend invitations .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It starts off with him visiting his old village , where he attended school . The way his nonstalgia is captured and flashbacks are woven is fantastic . He relieves all of his schooldays , especially his first love . He visits her , now married with 3 kids and living a hand to mouth existence . The emotions both of them go thru when they see each other is simply brilliant . I got goosebumps .. thinking about my schooldays .Bought back all those old memories .... of what could have been .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Next he visits Kerala , where he attended college  and met the second love of his life .  Again he  relives it all , their first kiss , the family opposition.. how she got married off and he became a drunkard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He visits her too ... she's a widow now . They both cry ... he's angry that she didn't inform him. She tells him he's crying bcos he's feeling sympathetic towards her .. its not love.. reminds him that he had almost forgotten her. .. somethings in life are just meant to be... you accept them and move on ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then its back to the city , where his third love is . Shes his best friend .. a completely platonic relationship... but they do love each other . But his is an arranged marriage ... and he hasn't even met the girl once .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Made me think of my past , my 25 odd years .... so much is past .... have a strong urge to revisit it... feel alone but not lonely ... always wanted somebody for me .... in love with me ...but is it really needed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-8371352497116602033?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8371352497116602033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=8371352497116602033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/8371352497116602033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/8371352497116602033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2008/01/autograph.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-832590303560573715</id><published>2007-05-01T20:19:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:50:12.529+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Love is but a beautiful thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;makes everything pretty, everything serene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it can bring bliss to your life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;make everything proper, everything right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it will give you a taste of what heaven is like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like you are leading someone else's life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Solitude has great power too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Get to know yourself, be at peace with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But at times you do get the pangs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like when you see somebody holding hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You cannot help but wonder,what that would be like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Having someone always by your side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone who loves you, supports you,is there for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A warm body besides you, someone to wake up in the morning to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A face which stays in your mind always, a voice which makes your heart jump,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So you wish, you wish for change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;with a true heart and a yearning soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And sometimes magic does happen,wonder of wonders you find someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Every new day is an adventure, your earlier life you remember no longer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It feels as if life is complete,nothing else you could wish for..it seems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But at times, you will be lonely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The fear will come back, the pain unholy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You seek to go back to your earlier strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But alas, you possess that no longer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;your life you've handed it to someone else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;your world seems so empty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;everything feel oh so crazy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But you must hold on to your faith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Believe in your love, and everything will fall into place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-832590303560573715?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/832590303560573715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=832590303560573715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/832590303560573715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/832590303560573715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-is-but-beautiful-thing-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-3717902651077173343</id><published>2007-02-17T12:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:47:42.089+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;The room is dark, the night is cold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Iam all alone, but sleep refuses to come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;My head hurts,I don't want to think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;But the voices in my head, they refuse to stop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;The clock ticks away, but time stands still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;The sun refuses, to show its face early this day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Everything is quite, until I hear a sound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Its the sound of laughter,a woman's voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;For some insane reason,which I cannot fathom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;It cuts right through  my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Am I being foolish , or childish even,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Am i being too demanding or expecting still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;People are different, but isn't love supposed to unite them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;How can we feel so differently then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;This pain is unbearable, is it really worth it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Wasn't it all much better, with me alone still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;It is with these thoughts, that I lie in bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Waiting for morning to come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I hope it brings peace and solace to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I hope I find my answer soon, before I waste away completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-3717902651077173343?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3717902651077173343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=3717902651077173343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/3717902651077173343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/3717902651077173343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2007/02/room-is-dark-night-is-cold-iam-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-1640768879149876678</id><published>2007-02-17T11:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:49:11.375+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;He was there by her side, when the sky was dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;To lend her a shoulder, and to listen to her talk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;To wipe away her tears and try to make her smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;To take away the pain and ease away the fears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Along the way, he gave his all to her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;His heart and soul, now belonged to her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;When she left him, he felt he had lost it all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Did those times matter, or was he foolish to have ever thought so at all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;The pain was too much, was it really worth it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;But he knew that he wouldn't forget it,even if she had,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;He would still be here, waiting when she got back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;B'cos what he felt was true, even if she was unsure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;And some time would come, when he wouldn't be there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Maybe then she would realise, the pain he now felt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;But he did not want her to ever suffer like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;He would rather bleed, and let her live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;He would take times like these, if it meant that she would smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;He would be always there, he would always care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;B'cos he really loved her, or did she forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-1640768879149876678?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1640768879149876678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=1640768879149876678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/1640768879149876678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/1640768879149876678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2007/02/he-was-there-by-her-side-when-sky-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-74644167107346809</id><published>2007-02-17T11:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:50:47.091+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;True love, in this world,'tis difficult to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;But being alone, can be harder still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Having some another, it sure eases the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;But is it something everlasting, or fleeting still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Desperate as we are, do we grasp at strands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Do we delude ourselves, or settle for less,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;How long can one give and give,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;How long can one not expect anything in return,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;We are all humans still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;All with follies and weaknesses still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;We try to be perfect,we drink the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;But is that really true love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;How long can one go on like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;How long can one wait for reciprocation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Its not about right or wrong, reasons or time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Love is not rational,to be solved by logic by us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-74644167107346809?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/74644167107346809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=74644167107346809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/74644167107346809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/74644167107346809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2007/02/true-love-in-this-wordtis-difficult-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-6306921213138261439</id><published>2007-01-01T20:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:51:34.815+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;The Gujjus : Part 2-Stinginess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Continuing with my exploration of the gujju psyche, its time to discuss one of the most important components of the typical gujju makeup... namely their stinginess.It has played a very crucial role in the success enjoyed by the gujju "entrepreneurs".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Its a traditional custom in India that when a child is born, holy words are whispered to him by the family elders.Well this custom holds true for gujjus also except that instead of holy words... the existing interest rate, sensex and the ruppee-dollar exchange rate are whispered to him/her. No wonder when two gujjus meet the most repeated question is: "Sensex kem che?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Many gujjus do try to overcome this special ability of theirs..alas to no avail.The stinginess gene starts to exert itself during the teen years and by the time adulthood arrives, it has usually established itself firmly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;If you have a gujju friend then the following instances may seem vaguely familiar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I have a hundred ruppee note only..or better yet I have no money-and the remarkable thing is their wallet will indeed turn out to be empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;You are hungry and have ordered a king sized meal.Your gujju friend isnt hungry...you offer him/her some out of decency..he/she denies demurely..but by the time the meal is over you realize that you have eaten only two morsels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Years of gujju wisdom transformed into one simple sentence:" Agar zeher bhi muft main milta hai to chodneka nai...bheja ma thariliyo".The really scary thing is that most of them will turn out to be multimillionaires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;To end this..some more gujju jokes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ek bar Ahemdabad mein, ek nai bus service shuru hui. Is bus ka kiraya (fare) Ghante Gar (clock tower) se Mandi tak ek rupaiya tha.Itna saste kiriya hone par bhi, koi bhi is bus ko use nahin karta tha.  Mr Mehtaji bhi har roj bus ke route per chal kar apne daftar (office) jathe the. Bus wale tang aa gaye- koi bus use hi nahin karta tha- toh unone kiriya adha, yani ki 50 paise kar diya. Next day Mehtaji gusse mein bus station per ja kar complain karne lage-' mein loot jaun ga , apne kiraya kum kar diya!' Bus wale confuse hogeye- to Mehtajiji bole, ' Mein har roj ane aur jane ke two ruppee save karta tha ab mera ek rupaiya hi save hoga.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-6306921213138261439?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6306921213138261439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=6306921213138261439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/6306921213138261439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/6306921213138261439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2007/01/gujjus-part-2-stinginess.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116677621174328614</id><published>2006-12-22T13:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:51:58.267+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;You say we are nothing alike,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;You say we are opposites,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;But it is the reason why we attract,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I would say that's all right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I like solitude, you like to talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I like the cold, you need the warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;When Iam down, you are up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Iam shy, you are the bold one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;But its still all right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;When I want to talk,you want to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I am rude , you are nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Iam the darkness, you are the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Iam the frown, you are the smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;But its still all right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;When I was down, you were there by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;You brought the bliss back into my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I dream of you at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I think of you all day long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;You say we are opposites,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I say that's why we are a perfect match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I know you are afraid, so am I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;But its been all right so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Lets take it one step at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116677621174328614?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116677621174328614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116677621174328614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116677621174328614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116677621174328614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/12/us.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116611171434903150</id><published>2006-12-14T21:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-14T21:25:14.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;It's a long and winding road,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The night is dark and cold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The wind chills me to the bone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But I continue, walking alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The purpose of this journey, I no longer try to surmise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The road is long,winding and precise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The solitude is comforting no more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But I continue,walking alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The mind wonders, the heart hopes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;If the journey can't be made less morose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;If only there were someone to walk along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;To hold,support and caress me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;My soul yearns for one of its own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But I continue,walking alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Do others share a fate, similar to mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;On the same road,fated or destined,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I hope,I pray,I cry for them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;May they find someone, even if I can't,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Tis' not a journey to be taken alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But I continue to walk alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116611171434903150?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116611171434903150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116611171434903150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116611171434903150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116611171434903150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/12/journey-its-long-and-winding-road.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116446277489574601</id><published>2006-11-25T19:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-25T19:22:54.903+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Not all injuries are visible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Not all wounds draw blood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; You don't always fathom ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The pain you cause someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Nor do you understand the hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But if you ask that someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;They'll gladly accept that eternal hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;For one moment of blissful love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116446277489574601?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116446277489574601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116446277489574601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116446277489574601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116446277489574601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/hurt-not-all-injuries-are-visible-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116404855909567875</id><published>2006-11-21T00:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-21T00:19:19.110+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; He was wearing his favourite blue shirt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;he had on his red shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Today was Mother's Day at school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;and he couldn't wait to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But his dad tried to tell him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;that he probably should stay home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Why the other kids might not understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;if he went to school alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But he was not afraid; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;he knew just what to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;What to tell classmates of why his mother wasn't there today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But still his father worried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;for his son to face this day alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And that was why once again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;he tried to keep his son home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But the little boy went to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;eager to tell them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;About a mother whom he never sees;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;a mother who never calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;There were mommies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Kids quibbling impatiently,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;and squirming in their seats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;One by one the teacher called a student from the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; To introduce their mommy, as the minutes slowly passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;At last she called his name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;everybody turned to stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Each of them was searching,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;for a woman who wasn't there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"Where's his mommy ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;he heard somebody call out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"He doesn't have one,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;a little girl dared to shout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The words did not offend him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;as he smiled at his dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And looked at his teacher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;who told him to go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Without faltering, he began to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And from his mouth came words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;incredibly wise and unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;My mom couldn't be here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;because she lives very far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And though you cannot meet her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I wanted you to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;All about my mommy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;and how much she loves me so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;She loved to tell me stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;she taught me to ride my bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;she surprised me with pink roses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;and taught me to fly a kite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;We used to share chocolates,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;and ice cream in a cone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And though you cannot see her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm not standing here alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"Cause my mommy's always with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;even though we are apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I know because she told me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;she'll forever be in my heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;With that, his little hand reached up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;and lay across his chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Feeling his own heartbeat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;beneath his favorite blue shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And from somewhere here in the crowd of moms, his dad stood in tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Proudly watching his kid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;who was wise beyond his years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And when he dropped his hand back down, staring straight into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;He finished with a voice so soft,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;but its message clear and loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"I love my mommy very much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;she's my shining star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And if she could, she'd be here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;but heaven's just too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Sometimes when I close my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;it's like she never went away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And then he closed his eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;and he saw her there that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And to his dad's amazement,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;he witnessed with surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;A room full of mommies and children,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;all starting to close their eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Who knows what they saw before them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;who knows what they felt inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Perhaps for merely a second,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;they saw her at his side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"I know you're with me mommy,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;to the silence he called out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And what happened next made believers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;of those once filled with doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Not one in that room could explain it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;for each of their eyes had been closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But they all had felt her presence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;up there near him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;by the love of his shining star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And given the gift of believing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;that heaven is never too far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116404855909567875?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116404855909567875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116404855909567875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116404855909567875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116404855909567875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/he-was-wearing-his-favourite-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116396173947084180</id><published>2006-11-20T00:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:12:19.476+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Why does a man want to live forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; What fruit to taste, to drink what wine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The body might be young,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But my soul is tired,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The will to live I possess no longer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;With great sadness, I look back  through time ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;To look at the boy I was, in my prime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;He had his desires, ambitions , the joy of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;None of these, do I any longer possess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;There’s just one thing about which I  obsess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;To lie down here and go to sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And wake up after eternity to find you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Like Dante and his Beatrice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116396173947084180?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116396173947084180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116396173947084180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116396173947084180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116396173947084180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/life-why-does-man-want-to-live-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116395977768463118</id><published>2006-11-19T23:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-19T23:39:38.396+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/1600/LONELINESS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/320/LONELINESS.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Loneliness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;How do you determine the difference between loneliness and solitude. How do you identify the thin line which marks your entry from enjoyable solitude to self imposed loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Loneliness and sexuality are very closely related. It is in our very genes to fight loneliness.The overpowering need to be with someone (opposite sex or otherwise) ,who grants you unconditional acceptance, inspite of knowing everything about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;It is as close to the idea of heaven on earth that we are going to get. Everybody needs this,everybody craves somebody....anobody who claims otherwise is a hypocrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;As a teenager, one craves independence and solitude. One believes oneself to be invincible ,capable of surviving without anybody else. "I don't need you" is a commonly used term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;As one matures, this illusion is shattered. As one matures, this illusion is shattered. You are independent from your parents, you assert yourself and are happy.. for a while.You then start craving for that someone special. Mundane events trigger this need, two strangers holding hands, your friend's girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;You then embark on this journey, dotted with potholes to find that someone. On the way you stumble,you fall,you gain false hope, you lose it all.All of us meet that special someone who can dispel our loneliness. And we know it when we meet them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But only a few lucky ones are able to make it work . Rest settle for less.The loneliness lives on. That someone is never forgotten. That person lives on .....either as your email password or your kid's name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116395977768463118?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116395977768463118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116395977768463118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116395977768463118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116395977768463118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/loneliness-how-do-you-determine.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116374528992085993</id><published>2006-11-17T12:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-17T12:04:49.930+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;A system Implementation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;To Tech Support,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Last year I upgraded from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0 and noticed that the new program began unexpected child processing that took up a lot of space and valuable resources. No mention of this phenomenon was included in the product brochure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;In addition, Wife 1.0 installs itself into all other programs and launches during system initialization, where it monitors all other system activity. Applications such as Pokernight 10.3, Drunken Boys Night 2.5, and Saturday Football 5.0 no longer run, crashing the system whenever selected. I cannot seem to keep Wife 1.0 in the background while attempting to run some of my other favorite applications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I am thinking about going back to Girlfriend 7.0, but uninstall does not work on this program. Can you help me, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Dear Customer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;This is a very common problem that customers complain about, but it is mostly due to a primary misconception. Many people upgrade from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0 with the idea that Wife 1.0 is merely a "UTILITIES &amp; ENTERTAINMENT" program. Wife 1.0 is an OPERATING SYSTEM and designed by its creator to run everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;It is unlikely you would be able to purge Wife 1.0 and still convert back to Girlfriend 7.0. Hidden operating files within your system would cause Girlfriend 7.0 to emulate Wife 1.0, so nothing is gained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;It is impossible to uninstall, delete, or purge the program files from the system once installed. You can not go back to Girlfriend 7.0, because Wife 1.0 is not designed to do this. Some have tried to install Girlfriend 8.0 or Wife 2.0 but end up with more problems than the original system. Look in your manual under "Warnings-Alimony/Child Support." I recommend you keep Wife 1.0 and just deal with the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Having Wife 1.0 installed myself, I might also suggest you read the entire section regarding General Partnership Faults (GPFs). You must assume all responsibility for faults and problems that might occur, regardless of their cause. The best course of action will be to enter the command C:\APOLOGIZE. In any case avoid excessive use of the "Esc" key, because ultimately you will have to give the APOLOGIZE command before the operating system will return to normal. The system will run smoothly as long as you take the blame for all the GPFs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Wife 1.0 is a great program, but very high-maintenance. Consider buying additional software to improve the performance of Wife 1.0. I recommend Flowers 2.1 and Chocolates 5.0. Do not, under any circumstances, install Secretary With Short Skirt 3.3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;This is not a supported application for Wife 1.0 and is likely to cause irreversible damage to the operating system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Best of luck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Tech Support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116374528992085993?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116374528992085993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116374528992085993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116374528992085993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116374528992085993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/system-implementation-to-tech-support.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116331675348826569</id><published>2006-11-12T12:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:45:51.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Those strange Gujjus.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Gujju   :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Slang for a person from the state of Gujarat in India. Known to be stingy, but are some  of the best businessmen/women, always get the best side of the bargain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The Simple Gujju test:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Are you guju?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Whoa, you spent only $50 dollars for that authentic Michael Jordan Jersey...damn thats gujju!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Alternative definition:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;a miser who will starve to save money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;He ate fresh air so he could buy a house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The Gujjus.... ppl belonging to a relatively small Indian state of Gujarat who nevertheless seem to have taken upon their not inconsiderable shoulders the onus of spreading their bloodline everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Today, Gujjus are found in every nook and corner of this world. I suspect that when Antarctica and the Artic circle do thaw out , we will find the bones of some Gujju entrepreneur who had gone there to sell the locals some Dhoklas and Ghagra -Cholis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The Gujju lifestyle and behaviour is very akin to that of the African wild bees.. that is occupy and conquer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Being a mumbaite myself, I can vouch for the fact that Gujjus are the masters of covert non violent guerilla warfare. You so much as turn your head away, the next instant some gujju and his flock would have descended upon the unsuspecting neighbourhood to open a " Patel Kirana shop ".This, of course , is the famed gujju entrepreneurial spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;After conquering Dalal street and the Badlands of Borivli, the gujjus now seem to have set their eyes on the heretofore south indian strongland of Matunga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;As I mentioned, gujjus exhibit flocking behaviour very similar to that of bees and also seem to have developed some kind of pheromone system. It is said that a gujju can detect the presence of another gujju from 10 km afar. Many animal species would be jealous of that kind of sophisticated detection system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Like bees, gujjus also tend to flock together to the virtual exclusivity of any other community. And their loyalty to ther mothertongue is legendry. Evven a 4th or 5th generation russian born Gujju will speak fluent gujurati(though his russian and english may be highly suspect).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;If u thought that a south Indian wedding was elaborate and tedious think again.Gujjus again take the cake.Firstly, it is really difficult to figure out who the bride is bcoz every woman in the room is decked in heavy zardozi sarees with matching mehndi and and layers of make-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Secondly, all the brides maids have their hair either ironed poker straight or curled and look as if they have stepped right out of Ekta Kapoor's movie set. However the whole affair is hugely entertaining,wat with the garbas and dhoklas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Dont get me wrong, every community has its idiosyncrasies , its just that my multitudes of gujju friends have enabled me to keenly observe theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So Jai Shri Krishna.. and some more gujju jokes to boot ..hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/1600/showletter1iq3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/320/showletter1iq3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Another example of gujju ingeniousnes.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Mr.Mehta's connections...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Mehta was bragging to his boss one day,” You know, I know everyone there is to know. Just name someone, anyone, and I know them.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;“Tired of his boasting, his boss called his bluff, “OK, Mehta how about Tom Cruise?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;“Sure, yes, Tom and I are old friends, and I can prove it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So Mehta and his boss fly out to Hollywood and knock on Tom Cruise’s door, and sure enough, Tom Cruise shouts, “Mehta! Great to see you! You and your friend come right in and join me for lunch!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Although impressed, Mehta’s boss is still sceptical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;After they leave Cruise’s house, he tells Mehta that he thinks Mehta’s knowing Cruise was just lucky. “No, no, just name anyone else,” Mehta says.”President Clinton,” his boss quickly retorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;“Yes,” Mehta says, “I know him, let’s fly out to Washington.” And off they go. At the White House, Clinton spots Mehta on the White House tour and motions him and his boss over, saying, “Mehta , what a surprise, I was just on my way to a meeting, but you and your friend come on in and let’s have a cup of coffee first and catch up.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Well, the boss is much shaken by now, but still not totally convinced. After they leave the White House grounds, he expresses his doubts to Mehta who again implores him to name anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;“The Pope,” his boss replies. “Sure!” says Mehta. “My folks are from Poland, and I’ve known the Pope a long time.” So off they fly to Rome. Mehta and his boss are assembled with the masses in Vatican Square when Mehta says,” This will never work. I can’t catch the Pope’s eye among all these people. Tell you what, I know all the guards so let me just go upstairs and I’ll come out on the balcony with the Pope. And he disappears into the crowd headed toward the Vatican.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Sure enough, half an hour later Mehta emerges with the Pope on the balcony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But by the time Mehta returns, he finds that his boss has had a heart attack and is surrounded by paramedics. Working his way to his boss’ side, Mehta asks him, “what happened?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;His boss looks up and says, “I was doing fine until you and the Pope came out on the balcony and the man next to me said, “Who’s that on the balcony with Mehta?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Gujju Parent Complaining: Maro dikro States maa gayo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Interpretation:  His Kid failed in Statistics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious gujju hiphop:&lt;br /&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8299383145536326053&amp;amp;hl=undefined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116331675348826569?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116331675348826569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116331675348826569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116331675348826569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116331675348826569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/those-strange-gujjus.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116331381538310225</id><published>2006-11-12T12:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-12T12:13:35.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Close Encounter of the Mumbai Kind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;4 Mumbaites - a Gujju, a Bhaiyya and a Bihari &amp; Malayali died and were facing Yama. Yama asked them if they wanted some facilities &amp;amp; told Chitragupt to decide on their accommodation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The Gujju said : “Hey Yambhai, aa marathi loko toh mane shaanti thi jeeva nathi deta. Maari dukaan fodi naakhi. Aa marathi loko ekdum junglee chhe. Mane maari baaju maa marathi maanas nathi joto.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The UPite said : “Theek kaha gujjubhai ne. Shriman Yam, in marathi logo ne to hamara jeena hi mushkil kar diya hai….eemaan se! Arre, meri dukaan ka board bhi kala kar diya. Kahat rahi ki dukaan ka naam marathi bhasha mein hona chaahiye. Ab ee bhi koi baat hui kya? Mujhe bhi mere baaju mein marathi aadmi nahi chaahiye.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The Bihari said : “Yeh dono sajjan aadmi theek kahat hain. Arre main thode din pehle railway ki pariksa dene mumbai gaya tha. Raam Lalla ki sougandh, in marathi logun ne humka bahut hi peeta. Hamaar haddi pasli ek kardi. Aisa junglee marathi humka hamaar saath naahi chaahiye.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The Malayali said “aiiyoo humoko bhi marathi baaju main nahi mangta, bahto pareshaan karta hai yeh log. kuch kaam kerne ko nahi aata phir bhi hosiyari maarke kaheta hai ki tumko hamare mumbai se nikal dega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yama turns to Chitragupt : “Aayla Chitrya, ya saglyanchya files majhyakade gheun ye re!!! Baghto ekekala”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116331381538310225?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116331381538310225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116331381538310225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116331381538310225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116331381538310225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/close-encounter-of-mumbai-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116321924855485621</id><published>2006-11-11T09:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:08:56.960+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/1600/intj.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/320/intj.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The Portrait of the Mastermind Rational (iNTj)    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;INTJs are the most self-confident of all personality types, having "self-power" awareness. Found in about 1 percent of the general population, the INTJs live in an introspective reality, focusing on possibilities, using thinking in the form of empirical logic, and preferring that events and people serve some positive use. Decisions come naturally to INTJs' once a decision is made, INTJs are at rest. INTJs look to the future rather than the past, and a word which captures the essence of INTJs is builder-a builder of systems and the applier of theoretical models.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The independent and individualistic INTJ manner appears early in life. As children, INTJs are often inwardly focused on their thoughts of the way the world is or ought to be; they enjoy day dreaming. They can be quite stubborn when information relayed to them by authorities, such as parents and teachers, contradicts what they believe. They are sure of their own belief system. INTJs are compelled to establish their own rules, boundaries, standards, and style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Often at an early age, INTJs make a commitment to furthering their education. The life of the mind is very important to them. Examples abound of INTJs from economically or intellectually impoverished circumstances setting goals for themselves to continue in education, often earning the highest degree possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;INTJ teenagers may be seen as serious and reserved young people who are labeled as bookworms by others. They set internal standards of achievement for themselves and often do well academically. Being sociable is a standard that they rarely think is worth their time and energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;As adults, INTJs are focused on attaining their inner goals and standards. They set a particular course based on their theory of what ought to be. They work extremely diligently to accomplish what they feel is important. They enjoy what they do and see it as a challenge. They are not easily dissuaded and may regard others' needs and wants as an impediment to attaining their objectives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;INTjs behave in a very self-restrained manner with strangers, never showing initiative first and always maintaining a long psychological distance. Their speech is very clear and logical and they always follow a logical progression. They also have a tendency to emphasise key words. When defending their concepts and ideas during a confrontation their logic can become solid and absolute. They cut out all irrelevant details that may cloud the argument.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the first impression of INTjs is that they are emotionless, when they become inspired during conversation an emotionality previously unseen begins to emerge. Their eyes start flashing with a fanatic light and their passion increases as the conversation progresses. However, they still try to maintain their self-control. INTjs sustain conversations only if they find them interesting. They prefer to keep silent rather than give an opinion on a subject to which they are indifferent.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTjs always give others a chance to say what they need to say. They consider that everyone has got talents and they try at least not to interfere. They do not refuse any proposals immediately, preferring to examine them first. INTjs are very reserved and usually do not take the initiative in talking about their interests and private life. This can lead others to think that they have no private life at all.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTjs have a very characteristic tendency to independence and can only accept a whole freedom. In work matters they combine their need for freedom with a feeling of responsibility. INTjs are not very demanding. They are often indifferent to food and its presentation. It can be simple but must be fresh. When involved in something interesting they can completely forget that they need to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In everyday matters INTjs are modest and are happy to have a minimum degree of comfort.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;INTjs usually have an interest that stays with them for a long time and are absolutely indifferent to what others say about it. They never endorse their position in life. INTjs live in a world of their own conception. They simply ignore rules, concepts and directives that do not suit them. Most people do not understand INTjs and try to keep away from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116321924855485621?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116321924855485621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116321924855485621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116321924855485621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116321924855485621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/portrait-of-mastermind-rational-intj.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116316921877709702</id><published>2006-11-10T19:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T20:09:07.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Images of Vasai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/1600/im3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/320/im3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/1600/vasai.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/320/vasai.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;                  The streets which after midnight served as a cricket playground&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/1600/vasai-fort1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/320/vasai-fort1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/1600/141875948_765c03f02b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/320/141875948_765c03f02b_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/1600/orig-22097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/320/orig-22097.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;                                The Vasai fort, an old haunt of mine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/1600/PortgueseSealVasaiFort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/320/PortgueseSealVasaiFort.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Conquered by the Maratha,Chimaji Appa from the Portuguese who built it. (Above) The Portuguese seal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/1600/vasai232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/320/vasai232.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/1600/bacaim9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/320/bacaim9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Tomb of a Portuguese soldier who died in the war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The Sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/1600/img5i106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/320/img5i106.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/1600/98804233_d9c361f45e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/320/98804233_d9c361f45e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/1600/orig-23538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/320/orig-23538.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Spent many late nights and early mornings here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116316921877709702?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116316921877709702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116316921877709702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116316921877709702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116316921877709702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/images-of-vasai-streets-which-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116316672306761113</id><published>2006-11-10T19:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:22:03.070+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Why Windows is King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Iam sure all of us must have cribbed about our Windows operating system at one point or the point in our life as a computer user. Also our computing experience wouldn’t have been complete without experiencing the ubiquitous Blue screen of death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;At times like these, we all feel like giving up on Windows and turning to Linux or its various distributions. But we never do. Infact for all the hype and hoopla surrounding Linux, the fact is that while as an operating system it beats Windows hands down ( faster, cheaper , more efficient) but as a desktop system it is no match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Graphical User Interface:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;It is a fact that Linux is difficult to master. For a long time Windows user, it can be quite frustrating to figure it all out. Installing Windows from scratch is much easier than installing Linux from scratch. Installing Windows is always the same whereas the different distributions of Linux have their own installation programs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Installing Linux on a computer without an OS is much easier than installing it on a machine with an existing OS that you want to preserve. Part of the difficulty in installing Linux is terminology and documentation. The install process is designed by Linux people for Linux people. A Windows-only person is likely to encounter terminology and concepts they are unfamiliar with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Linux typically provides two GUIs, KDE and Gnome. Linux GUI is optional while the Windows GUI is an integral component of the OS. While advanced users can customize things to their liking, it makes things harder on new users for whom every Linux computer they encounter may look and act differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Software/hardware Support:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Walk into any computer store and check out how much Linux compatible software you are able to lay your hands on. The answer will be not that much. Of course lots of Linux compatible software is available on the net, for people who know how to find it, but the average desktop user has neither the time nor the inclination for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Working with Windows, one has become so used to the plug and play architecture and inbuilt hardware compatibility that it becomes really frustrating when one encounters these hardware problems with Linux. Dealing with hardware incompatibility is without doubt Linux’s Achilles heel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Gaming:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Pc gaming has come into its own over the past few years and is a really a big deal for me, and one would guess that so would be the case with most desktop users. This is another area where Linux lags far behind Windows. If you are addicted to playing Quake 4 or Doom 3, I don’t see you switching to Linux just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;IP Indemnification:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;IP indemnification has come up as a major issue over the past few years. Many vendors have been plagued by problems in this regard with debates raging over how customers should be protected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The recent deal between Novell and Microsoft has further fuelled rumors that Microsoft is preparing to use this weapon in its competition against Linux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;From all this issues one can safely assume that, given all the problems plaguing Windows Vista, it will still sell like hot cakes when it becomes commercially available early next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116316672306761113?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116316672306761113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116316672306761113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116316672306761113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116316672306761113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-windows-is-king.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116316663385597666</id><published>2006-11-10T19:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:20:33.866+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Cheap Revolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;A cheap revolution is on the horizon in the world of Information Technology, and it promises to radically change the IT business landscape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The term Cheap Revolution was coined by Rich Karlgaard in Forbes Magazine in 2003. The cheap revolution heralds the era in which the customer will no more depend on the IT giants for his computing needs but will shift to open source software, cheap chips and on demand customized software.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Infact the concept of the cheap revolution is also frequently used to explain the outsourcing business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;When we look at the giants of the IT industry, we find that they are strikingly similar in the business model they follow. Companies like Microsoft, oracle, Cisco, SAP have made their fortunes by selling proprietary hardware/Software /operating systems along with licensing at large margins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But increasingly they are being challenged by startups offering open source and web based alternatives with on demand customization facilities at a fraction of the cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;We have examples of operating systems like Ubuntu and OpenBSD, and Salesforce.com whose CRM software is fast catching up with Siebel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;What is even more interesting to note is that these startups are being operated by employees who have worked with these very giants of the IT industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Does this spell doom for Microsoft. Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So how do the IT giants survive this cheap revolution?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;1. Improve your product offering faster than anybody else can. This tactic works, generally, only for market leaders with a good brand name, a greased distribution channel and financial might. (Think Intel.) And it works only as long as the market wants the added functionality and is willing to pay for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;2. Sell fast custom solutions that answer a customer's needs. This is what IBM is doing. IBM has increasingly started tying up with third party providers which give it the flexibility to react quickly to customer demands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;3. Find an unserved market and serve it cheaply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116316663385597666?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116316663385597666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116316663385597666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116316663385597666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116316663385597666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/cheap-revolution-cheap-revolution-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116254184058533802</id><published>2006-11-03T13:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-03T13:48:34.386+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ndia's First Param Vir Chakra :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; http://www.rediff.com/news/2006/nov/03spec.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116254184058533802?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116254184058533802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116254184058533802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116254184058533802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116254184058533802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/indias-first-param-vir-chakra-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116230569297662807</id><published>2006-10-31T20:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-31T20:15:35.240+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Six Degrees of separation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;It is said that every person on this earth is connected to every other person through a maximum of six others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;It means that your best friend from school( or your school crush) is just six people away from coming back into your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;All of us have this concept of " Best Time" we had in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;It represents that stage in you life when you were most happy, for most of us it is some stage in our childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;It is perfectly normal to be nonstalgic about those times and wish you could go back to those perfect days. As one gets older,the greater this yearning becomes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;We fantasize about going back to those days,to relive those moments again.We wish to change certain things we did back then, which still haunt us,which we believe had the power to alter the very life we are leading today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Maybe this time you would be able to muster the courage to talk to that girl you always liked..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Maybe this time you would actually help that dumb kid everybody always picked on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;If only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;We strive to replicate those times, our idea of a perfect life for us ,has at its very essence, those days.It is the force that drives us in our everyday lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;So how about tracking down those six people who hold the key to your school crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Or how about if we really could go back to those times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The answer in my case and I suspect in lot others as well will be a no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Why?Somebody says knowing is better than wondering.I disagree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;People need some fantasy to hold on to.We need to beleive in the possibility of a better life, a perfect life bcos not everyone finds his/her purpose in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;For the rest of us, it is our fantasies that drive us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Thats why I wouldn't want to go back in time for that girl I liked to tell me that she doesn't fancy me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;or tracking her down now to find shes married to a classmate I never liked.. and that she had a crush on me back in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Kinda would ruin my fantasy...wouldn't it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116230569297662807?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116230569297662807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116230569297662807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116230569297662807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116230569297662807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/six-degrees-of-separation-it-is-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116114679070363604</id><published>2006-10-18T09:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-31T20:24:23.020+05:30</updated><title type='text'>World Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/1600/DoubleStandard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/320/DoubleStandard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/1600/foxnews.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/320/foxnews.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/1600/kn1017bd.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/320/kn1017bd.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/1600/PN101906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 225px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/320/PN101906.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116114679070363604?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116114679070363604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116114679070363604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116114679070363604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116114679070363604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/world-politics.html' title='World Politics'/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116073505268866058</id><published>2006-10-13T15:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:23:27.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Google Acquires Youtube :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;So Google decided to take the easy way out. Instead of working on Google Videos , they decided to take over the competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;But many believe that google has made a tactical mistake and Fox/Myspace will make them pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;You Tube has become a major source of video sharing, often copyrighted. Much of this Content is Fox owned. And it can make Google Pay. Google will have to tighten up its DRM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Google -- We work to identify and remove any infringing content that may appear on Google Video using the process set forth in the Digital Millennium Copyright Act (DMCA). If we receive a notice or otherwise have reason to believe that content submitted by a particular user infringes another person’s copyright, their account may be terminated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Youtube --“All of the content on YouTube — including videos, comments, and ratings — is posted at the direction of users. We take copyright issues very seriously. Our terms of use make it clear that users should own or have permission from copyright holders to post any videos. We encourage copyright holders to contact us appropriately if they have any objections about specific postings.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116073505268866058?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116073505268866058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116073505268866058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073505268866058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073505268866058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/google-acquires-youtube-so-google.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116073502607890702</id><published>2006-10-13T15:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:24:04.270+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;REMORSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;It is but with deep remorse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;That I wonder which is worse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;To see her in his arms or,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;To know that I had the chance, to change all this so wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;If only all this I had foreseen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The first time I laid eyes on her face so serene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I knew then that I had lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The man I was then , I no more was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;To be with her , body and soul , all my life ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Was my dream , my wish supreme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;If only I had told her so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Maybe things would be different, my remorse not so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Does she ever think of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;During those lonely moments or,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;When he touches her unseen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Maybe Iam not the only one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;This remorse might be, after all , a shared one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116073502607890702?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116073502607890702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116073502607890702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073502607890702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073502607890702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/remorse.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116073498989149058</id><published>2006-10-13T15:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:25:21.340+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;He is said to work in a mysterious way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Tis but another instance, they would say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I for one cannot understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Why He has chosen this deck of hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Does He think this to be funny ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;For me its nothing but misery,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Iam but in constant pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;To think of him holding her again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Her memories are enough for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;But nobody deserves this destiny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I just wish that next time around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;She’s with me, and he’s not around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116073498989149058?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116073498989149058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116073498989149058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073498989149058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073498989149058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/him.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116073493608618088</id><published>2006-10-13T15:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:31:39.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;How does one know they’re in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Is it the fluttering of the heart, the warming of the flesh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Is it the anticipation of seeing her again that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Wakes you up and don’t let you sleep again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;How does one know that one’s in Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Is it the quickening of the steps when you catch a glimpse of her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Or the smell of her fragrance the seems to linger forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;How does one know that one’s in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Me thinks it none of these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Its more to do with the way one feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;With her, there’s a whole new you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;As they say, she completes you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Big or small, great or not, this fate has befallen them all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;But for only a few lucky ones ,does love&lt;/span&gt; conquer all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116073493608618088?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116073493608618088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116073493608618088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073493608618088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073493608618088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/love.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116073487348315404</id><published>2006-10-13T15:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:27:39.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;DESTINY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Why does it hurt so bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I barely knew her 'tis a fact..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;All those memories streaming back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;All bcos of a glimpse few days back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Wat purpose will all this serve..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;For I know in the end i'll lose my nerve..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;They say ‘tis better to know then to wonder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;But is really so I truly ponder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;To get hurt is my destiny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;How I know this, is a mystery..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;But I can't stop thinking about her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;For she’s my girl, Iam crazy 'bout her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116073487348315404?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116073487348315404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116073487348315404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073487348315404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073487348315404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/destiny.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116073483110273877</id><published>2006-10-13T15:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:30:46.620+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Its a Deal !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Recently read the international bestseller by Herb Cohen on how to negotiate. Its a great book and I would greatly recommend it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Negotiations play an important role in business and everyday human life in general. Heck we negotiate with ourselves on a daily basis. Our brain negotiates with our heart on whether we should get up an hour earlier, whether one shpuld bunk that economics class later that day, whether one should eat that last piece of cake or even whether one should laze around at home or take the wife out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Essentially what Herb Cohen says is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Any negotiation hinges upon three key variables:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Power, Information and Time: Who has the upper hand in each.. you or the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;He goes on to describe two different styles of negotiations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Soviet style: Named after the strategy followed by the leaders of the erstwhile Soviet Union..it is basically winner takes all. Makes use of extreme starting positions, limited authority and emotional tactics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Win -win style: Both sides benefit. Kind of follows the " Mi casa es su casa" approach..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;For more.. read the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116073483110273877?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116073483110273877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116073483110273877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073483110273877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073483110273877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-deal-recently-read-international.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116073474964750174</id><published>2006-10-13T15:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:29:22.366+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Xerox(PARC) + MAC = WINDOWS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;This is a widely circulated story.. part fact,part fiction all action about how the Windows operating system was developed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I thought that most people would be knowing about this but was surprised at how few actually did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;But first. Legal Disclaimer: I disavow all responsibilty towards the accuracy of this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;So here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Xerox had a research centre in Palo Alto where revolutionary new ideas were borne --&gt; menu driven interfaces, the beginnings of the GUI we use today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Jobs of Apple working along with people from the Xerox(PARC) developed the Mac user interface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;But obviously an interface on its own wasn't of much use.It needed some applications.Jobs had heard of Redmont,Washingtonbased company , Microsoft, which had recently gained prominence through their development of the Disk Operating System.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;He hired them to develop applications for the Mac.Microsoft developed the applications but also managed to wrangle licences to certain features of the Mac UI.( Core competency anyone :-) ). Later on they incorporated more and more of the Mac features and voila.. we had WINDOWS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;It is believed that Jobs lost the court case due to those licenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Incidentally,Microsoft is also accused of copying D&lt;/span&gt;OS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116073474964750174?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116073474964750174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116073474964750174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073474964750174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073474964750174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/xeroxparc-mac-windows.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116073470958553086</id><published>2006-10-13T15:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:31:36.746+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Scotty got beamed out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;One of the major headlines this week was the ouster of founderand CEO of Sun Microsystems.., Scott Mc Nealy.There had been rumours to this effect for quite some timenow. Apparently the board and Scott did not see eye to eye any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Sun Microsystems is a big name in the IT world with Java and Solaris platforms. However its revenues have been dipping of late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The board and Sun's Wall Street backers wanted large scale layoffs to deal with the situation but Scott was opposed to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;He is also known as a rabid anti Microsoft guy.. led Sun's lawsuit against Billy and his boys..and with rumors of increasing cosiness between the two IT giants.. seems a good time to let old Scotty go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116073470958553086?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116073470958553086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116073470958553086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073470958553086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073470958553086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/scotty-got-beamed-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116073465596122906</id><published>2006-10-13T15:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:32:09.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Scared n Lovin it..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The other night I watched "The Exorcist 2" and was thoroughly bored by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Dunno how but somehow Horror has become equated to lots of gore + gooey blood. While that may induce u to puke ..it sure doesn't scare u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The one film which really scared the shit out of me was"The Omen". I first saw it wen I was around 10 and could'nt sleep for a coupla days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Because of the success of this film .. there were a number of sequels.. which were all crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;This film also popularised the concept of the Devil's No-666.However this is a misconception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;:-) As the story goes..The devil appeared to an ancient prophet in a dream.The prophet was so scared by the experience that he lost his power of speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;On waking up, he drew a picture of the devil..and put the number 666 on his head. However, while dreaming human beings see numbers inverted... so wat the prophet actually saw was 999.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Probably u knew that... if u r more of a reader...then checkout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Stephen King's " Salem's Lot" or John Saul's "Creature"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;so..."Ave Satani!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116073465596122906?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116073465596122906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116073465596122906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073465596122906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073465596122906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/scared-n-lovin-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116073459801846484</id><published>2006-10-13T15:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:32:41.483+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The Gospel Of Judas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Recently there has been a lot of frenzy generated by an ancient document which has purportedly been written byJudas Iscariot and/or his disciples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;National Geographic showed many specials on it..This is also along the lines of Dan Brown's " Da Vinci Code"..secret hidden for centuries...will shake foundations of the modern Church and the Christian religion and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The document is in pretty bad shape and is currently being restored by experts.Only a part of it has been deciphered and the crux of it is that Judas did not betray Jesus. He was only carrying out Jesus's command, who in order to fulfill his divine destiny had  to be crucified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The document has been widely criticised as a hoax and discreditedby the Church.I would think that the humanisation of Jesus would only helpin making him more popular ...at a time when the younger generation is increasingly turning away from the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Perhaps its because it removes Judas as a symbol of evil..many hold him responsible for the spread of anti -semitism in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;This document is believed to be the work of the Devil.. :-)If u ask me Lucifer or Astros was a pretty wronged guy himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;but thats another story....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116073459801846484?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116073459801846484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116073459801846484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073459801846484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073459801846484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/gospel-of-judas-recently-there-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116073450661135337</id><published>2006-10-13T15:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:36:47.340+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crabs , Money and Death..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Doing an MBA naturally makes u curious about other jobs, wat these jobs entitle and how much they pay. After all.. wat we do most of the time is talk about job profiles...career goal paths.. salaries.. increments and blah.. blah ..blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;So wat wud u say about a job wit the following description:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Around 5- 10 days of work per year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Stand to make between 25000 - 100000$.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Probability of dying-100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Probabilty of suffering grievous injury-200%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;No sleep... guaranteed emotional trauma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Iam not making this up.. the job Iam refering to is king and snow crab winter fishing in the Bering Sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;It is statistically the most dangerous job in the world.Someone almost always dies whenever these guys set out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Seeing how the job pays.. there is no dearth of takers for the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Every winter the race starts.. with a fixed fishing quota for each season.. fishing ships compete with each other to get maximum share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;In such a competitive situation.. sleep is obviously a luxury. Fishermen develop a condition in which their eyes r fixed in the staring position.. they r unable to blink.Another condition is wen ur arms freeze.. and apparently the only way out, in theabsence of any medical help, is to pee on them. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;wat the heck.. the money is gud.. any takers??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116073450661135337?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116073450661135337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116073450661135337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073450661135337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073450661135337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/crabs-money-and-death.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116073444464220126</id><published>2006-10-13T15:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:45:22.190+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3795/2730/1600/ATT00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3795/2730/320/ATT00071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3795/2730/1600/ATT00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3795/2730/320/ATT00068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3795/2730/1600/ATT00065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3795/2730/320/ATT00065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3795/2730/1600/ATT00062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3795/2730/320/ATT00062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;LIGER = LION + TIGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3795/2730/1600/ATT00059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 279px; height: 186px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3795/2730/320/ATT00059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The 10ft Liger who's still growing... He looks like something from a prehistoric age or a fantastic creation from Hollywood. But Hercules is very much living flesh and blood - as he proves every time he opens his gigantic mouth to roar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part lion, part tiger, he is not just a big cat but a huge one, standing 10ft tall on his back legs. Called a liger, in reference to his crossbreed parentage, he is the largest of all the cat species. On a typical day he will devour 20lb of meat, usually beef or chicken, and is capable of eating 100lb at a single setting. At just three years old, Hercules already weighs half a ton. He is the accidental result of two enormous big cats living close together at the Institute of Greatly Endangered and Rare Species, in Miami, Florida, and already dwarfs both his parents. "Ligers are not something we planned on having," said institute owner Dr Bhagavan Antle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"We have lions and tigers living together in large enclosures and at first we had no idea how well one of the lion boys was getting along with a tiger girl, then lo and behold we had a liger." 50mph runner... Not only that, but he likes to swim, a feat unheard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of among water-fearing lions. In the wild it is virtually impossible for lions and tigers to mate. Not only are they enemies likely to kill one another, but most lions are in Africa and most tigers in Asia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;But incredible though he is, Hercules is not unique. Ligers have been bred in captivity, deliberately and accidentally, since shortly before World War II. Today there are believed to be a handful of ligers around the world and a similar number of tigons, the product of a tiger father and lion mother. Tigons are smaller than ligers and take on more physical characteristics of the tiger.Look at the size of the head on this thing.. :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116073444464220126?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116073444464220126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116073444464220126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073444464220126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073444464220126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/liger-lion-tiger-10ft-liger-whos-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116073440165797278</id><published>2006-10-13T15:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:39:20.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Hypnerotomachia Polyphili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Wat the hell ... is wat ur thinking I believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Hypnerotomachia Polyphili--&gt; Loosely translated , it means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;" Polyphilo's quest for love in a dream".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;It is a book , written sometime in the fourteenth century, and like all old things its quite valuable. Iam sure u know about the Guttenberg Bible... the first book published Guttenberg... Its the most valuable book in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;After that comes the " Hypnerotomachia Polyphili". It supposedly tells the story of a young man named Polyphilo who has a dream in which he searches for his love.. a girl named Polia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;But acadamecians and scholars believe that the book actually contains a great secret ..which many have died trying to figure out but no one has succeeded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The book's extremely complex and contains passages in Greek, Latin, Hebrew , French andEnglish to name a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;This book is the subject of the bestselling novel " The Rule Of Four" by Ian Caldwell and Dustin Thomason . For fans of Dan Brown and "The Da Vinci Code" .. this novel is a must read. Enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116073440165797278?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116073440165797278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116073440165797278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073440165797278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073440165797278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/hypnerotomachia-polyphili.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35955509.post-116073422847214173</id><published>2006-10-13T15:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-14T11:17:03.170+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A midsummer day's dream&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Now that I have started my summers, I find that I have loads of time on my hands. Everday I wake up around 4 ( Yeah thats AM , my insomaniac friends :-) ), watch some TV , go for a walk, come back .. , watch some more TV, surf the net and reach my office by 9: 30 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;As soon as I enter, I go and greet my Boss and we engage in our daily morning masochistic conversati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Boss: " Well Rajesh, hows the project going ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Me: " Very well sir, Iam making gud progress"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Boss( with averted eyes): " Gud gud, Its a very important project u know.." poor guy cant lie to my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Me: "Yes sir, absolutely. Did u manage to have a luk at the presentation, Sir"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Boss: " No unfortunately, I was too busy.. definately will have a luk today..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Me: " Yes sir..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Thus ends the morning ritual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Then I go and sit in my cubicle. I have exactly eight hours to spend now. One hour --&gt; lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Schedule for the remaining 7 hours:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Per hour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;First 15 minutes: check netmail...followed by yahoo account 1, 2,3... check gmail account and finally indiatimes account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;next half hour: actually do something about the project...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Next 15 minutes: Check netmail...followed by yahoo account 1,2,3.. check gmail account and finally indiatimes account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Quite a hectic day as u will no doubt agree.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/1600/2388223136.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3633/4010/400/2388223136.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;   The Blog's Alive!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35955509-116073422847214173?l=rajeshwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116073422847214173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35955509&amp;postID=116073422847214173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073422847214173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35955509/posts/default/116073422847214173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeshwrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/midsummer-days-dream-now-that-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Rajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11754646548492036867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://images.google.co.in/images?q=tbn:Igx9nHGLbWBAeM:http://dog.goro.com.ru/zodiac/gemini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
