<?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-10462349</id><updated>2012-01-24T09:24:20.072-06:00</updated><category term='Down Syndrome'/><category term='World'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Earth'/><category term='Children'/><category term='Child'/><category term='Google'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Smile'/><title type='text'>Thoughts pour in!</title><subtitle type='html'>Just some vague thoughts! All those thoughts, photographs, Pictures that portraits that has been imbibed in my heart since childhood gets reflected here. This is my own space being shared for everyone</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-2335231535417885486</id><published>2009-06-23T17:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:02:19.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I believe in God? -No..I am not Athiest</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking of writing this post for the past 2 days but havent got time. Finally..I am skipping today's workout and sat down to finish what on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused. First question is, "Am I Athiest?" I guess the answer is No. Because I still go to the Temple. If I dont trust in God, I shouldnt be going to Temple, right? But, Do I believe in God? "I dont know". One has to take only either of the stance,"Believe or not". But I am on the wedge. Not able to make my mind on God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I argue with my mom when she talks about God, temple, Pujas, etc., For eg., she asked me to lit the lamp in the Ganapathy Temple in my street before I left home for the airport in India. I argued with her saying,"mom..nothing happened to me in the past just because I didnt pray God".. But still I went to lit the lamp. Does that mean, I fear for God? Or I did that for my mom to satisfy her? Either way, I dont know what I should be believing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a curious conversation between  Chartrand and Camerlengo-The Priest in Angels and Demons novel caught my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chartrand: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Father, May I ask you a strange question?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camerlengo: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"Only If I may give you a strange answer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"I have asked every priest I know and I still dont have answer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"What troubles you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"I dont understand this omnipotent-benevolent thing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"You have been reading Scripture"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"I Try"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"You are confused because Bible describes God as and omnipotent and benevolent deity"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Exactly"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Omnipotent - benevolent simply means that God is all powerful and well-meaning"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"I understand the concept . Its just ... there seem to be contradiction"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. Contradiction is pain. Man's starvation, war, sickness.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Exactly.Terrible things happen in this world. human tragedy seems like proof that God could not possibly be both all-powerful and well-meaning. If He loves us and has the power to change our situaton, He would prevent our pain, wouldn't He?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wouldn't He?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Well...if God loves us, and He can protect us. He would have to. It seems He is either omnipotent and uncaring, or benevolent and powerless to help"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have children"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"No"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imagine you had an eight year old son...would you love him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;"OfCourse"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you do everything in your power to prevent pain in his life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"OfCourse"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you let him skateboard?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Yeah. I guess. Sure I would let him but I'd tell him to be careful"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So as this child's father, you would give him some basic, good advice and then let him go off and make his own mistakes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"I wouldnt run behind him and mollycoddle him if thats what you mean"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But what if he fell and skinned his knee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"He would learn to be more careful"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So although you have the power to interfere and prevent your child's pain, you would have choose to show your love by letting him learn his own lessons?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Ofcourse. Pain is part of growing up.Its how we learn"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this, but one question popped up immediately, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"Does this mean God would never show up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If so, why should I believe in God? Because if there is God, he gonna let me do mistakes and learn from it. So, either way, final result is me falling and learning. So...I dont have to believe in God...... But... I dont know if I want to do that. So...I am not Athiest :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&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/10462349-2335231535417885486?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/2335231535417885486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=2335231535417885486' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/2335231535417885486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/2335231535417885486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-i-believe-in-god-noi-am-not-athiest.html' title='Do I believe in God? -No..I am not Athiest'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-5749095891713893277</id><published>2008-11-23T13:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:15:01.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial readings..</title><content type='html'>Officially I have spent 1 yr in Financial domain. Some of the readings I would suggest for those finance buddies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bodie-Kane-Marcus- Essentials of Investment - 5th edition..&lt;br /&gt; =&gt; A definte book to read. U will understand the basics for sure by reading this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will add more later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-5749095891713893277?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/5749095891713893277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=5749095891713893277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/5749095891713893277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/5749095891713893277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2008/11/financial-readings.html' title='Financial readings..'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-7298040234378137113</id><published>2008-10-11T22:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:27:29.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish</title><content type='html'>I wish I start writing again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-7298040234378137113?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/7298040234378137113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=7298040234378137113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/7298040234378137113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/7298040234378137113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wish.html' title='I wish'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-8653261271032982671</id><published>2007-08-06T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:24:25.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Central Park</title><content type='html'>I have fallen  in love with the beautiful Central Park. Admire the Beauty in whatever form it is. The most admired beauty in this world is a woman's body.. her figure..well..I mean..whether the figure is 20-20-20 or 36-24-36 or whtever it is. oh oh..wait..I only look for 36-24-36.. hehehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..here we go...some central park pics from last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rre6W1HO5_I/AAAAAAAACbY/8XDrpfNqGt0/s1600-h/HPIM0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rre6W1HO5_I/AAAAAAAACbY/8XDrpfNqGt0/s400/HPIM0147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095746404770310130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rre63VHO6AI/AAAAAAAACbg/WZwDUjcVPnE/s1600-h/HPIM0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rre63VHO6AI/AAAAAAAACbg/WZwDUjcVPnE/s400/HPIM0149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095746963116058626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rre7ZVHO6BI/AAAAAAAACbo/s9ji4_ljBms/s1600-h/HPIM0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rre7ZVHO6BI/AAAAAAAACbo/s9ji4_ljBms/s400/HPIM0150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095747547231610898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rre7slHO6CI/AAAAAAAACbw/Dcddn8NB5Qo/s1600-h/HPIM0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rre7slHO6CI/AAAAAAAACbw/Dcddn8NB5Qo/s400/HPIM0154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095747877944092706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-8653261271032982671?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/8653261271032982671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=8653261271032982671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/8653261271032982671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/8653261271032982671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-central-park.html' title='More Central Park'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rre6W1HO5_I/AAAAAAAACbY/8XDrpfNqGt0/s72-c/HPIM0147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-7203485851645023036</id><published>2007-07-22T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:28:47.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>And for those friends who visit my blog, and I am back again after so long. I wish I could write more from now on. Well, I dont have real reason to state why I haven't been writing lately. But I do have some stupid reasons like, "I was busy. I didn't had time. I am a freak. I am a physcho. I am a bad person". haha. Sounds good, isn't? Hey..I could see some of you saying whtever reasons given are true. Well..you all welcome to bitch me because this is free world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...Does it really make any sense of whtever I am saying? I guess it doesn't. Bc it doesnt make any sense for me either. Kewl. you know what guys, most of the time I end up writing things like this only without even knowing what I am trying to say. gosh, its just a surprise that most of the time I end up saying what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Here it is. Some of my friends have been saying and asking me to write a novel or something like that as they believe that I write good. I am not sure about that. Because, all I know is simple english. Like, This. Like what I have been writing now. Just natural. Just whatever I come across I put them in plain old english without any + and -. This is what I found in my writing. Recently I had to write GMAT because I thought I laid out detailed future plans with ambitions. One part of GMAT exam is essay writing. Gosh, I couldn't write it that well though people told me that I could write it all well. All I scored is 4 or 5 out of 6. I wish I have scored 6 out of 6 but I couldn't. The reason for the poor score is, "I am not good at writing". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-7203485851645023036?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/7203485851645023036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=7203485851645023036' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/7203485851645023036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/7203485851645023036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-2309259986403357447</id><published>2007-05-21T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T13:48:38.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Notable Organisations</title><content type='html'>Some of the organisations that I always trust to serve:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.unicef.org"&gt;UNICEF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.unicefusa.org"&gt;UNICEF USA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.theirc.org"&gt;IRC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.care.org"&gt;CARE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support Humanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-2309259986403357447?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/2309259986403357447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=2309259986403357447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/2309259986403357447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/2309259986403357447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2007/05/notable-organisations.html' title='Notable Organisations'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-2672103403566805060</id><published>2007-05-19T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:24:26.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Darfur</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all value human lives and we all know there is a deepening crisis in Darfur and Time has come for all of us to offer the helping hand. Even a very little donation will make a lots of difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all trust UNICEF and here's the link that will lead you to donate page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.unicefusa.org/site/c.duLRI8O0H/b.67966/k.3F51/Support_Emergency_Programs_in_Sudan__By_Program__Donate___US_Fund_for_UNICEF/apps/ka/sd/donor.asp?c=duLRI8O0H&amp;b=67966&amp;en=ioIHKLOuE8IAJOOwGaKAJNMnGeJVIUNlE5LILPMpHfKNLROwGsG"&gt;UNICEF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little mail asking for big help. Hope I didn't spam your mail box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Hari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images from Darfur:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk_N78_r2QI/AAAAAAAACDY/-xLo59ctqas/s1600-h/darfur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk_N78_r2QI/AAAAAAAACDY/-xLo59ctqas/s400/darfur.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066494535684315394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk_N8M_r2RI/AAAAAAAACDg/FtuFUPs6A-E/s1600-h/darfur_child_starving.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk_N8M_r2RI/AAAAAAAACDg/FtuFUPs6A-E/s400/darfur_child_starving.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066494539979282706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk_N8M_r2SI/AAAAAAAACDo/aECrZua7TUU/s1600-h/DarfurNYT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk_N8M_r2SI/AAAAAAAACDo/aECrZua7TUU/s400/DarfurNYT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066494539979282722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-2672103403566805060?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/2672103403566805060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=2672103403566805060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/2672103403566805060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/2672103403566805060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2007/05/save-darfur.html' title='Save Darfur'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk_N78_r2QI/AAAAAAAACDY/-xLo59ctqas/s72-c/darfur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-5394422262931250138</id><published>2007-05-18T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:24:29.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Hr walk from 98st to 34st</title><content type='html'>Some pics taken during the walk for an hr from 98st to 34th..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2n9c_r2DI/AAAAAAAACBk/csuS72QXp7Q/s1600-h/HPIM0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2n9c_r2DI/AAAAAAAACBk/csuS72QXp7Q/s400/HPIM0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065889830058842162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2n9s_r2EI/AAAAAAAACBs/JtUnN_7yS9s/s1600-h/HPIM0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2n9s_r2EI/AAAAAAAACBs/JtUnN_7yS9s/s400/HPIM0007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065889834353809474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2n9s_r2FI/AAAAAAAACB0/uX62aUpCiF0/s1600-h/HPIM0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2n9s_r2FI/AAAAAAAACB0/uX62aUpCiF0/s400/HPIM0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065889834353809490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2n98_r2GI/AAAAAAAACB8/6cejh19sf_I/s1600-h/HPIM0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2n98_r2GI/AAAAAAAACB8/6cejh19sf_I/s400/HPIM0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065889838648776802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2n98_r2HI/AAAAAAAACCE/bB5oQ4qfkT8/s1600-h/HPIM0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2n98_r2HI/AAAAAAAACCE/bB5oQ4qfkT8/s400/HPIM0012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065889838648776818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2oeM_r2II/AAAAAAAACCM/wOIze77Ghz4/s1600-h/HPIM0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2oeM_r2II/AAAAAAAACCM/wOIze77Ghz4/s400/HPIM0014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065890392699558018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2oec_r2JI/AAAAAAAACCU/djrVaZOvLeg/s1600-h/HPIM0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2oec_r2JI/AAAAAAAACCU/djrVaZOvLeg/s400/HPIM0015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065890396994525330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2oec_r2KI/AAAAAAAACCc/6K_QLc1Wu2I/s1600-h/HPIM0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2oec_r2KI/AAAAAAAACCc/6K_QLc1Wu2I/s400/HPIM0016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065890396994525346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2oes_r2LI/AAAAAAAACCk/vEtACK8fXMs/s1600-h/HPIM0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2oes_r2LI/AAAAAAAACCk/vEtACK8fXMs/s400/HPIM0020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065890401289492658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2oes_r2MI/AAAAAAAACCs/mtiHTerTx6Y/s1600-h/HPIM0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2oes_r2MI/AAAAAAAACCs/mtiHTerTx6Y/s400/HPIM0021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065890401289492674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2o18_r2NI/AAAAAAAACC0/C29vHsbiTzU/s1600-h/HPIM0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2o18_r2NI/AAAAAAAACC0/C29vHsbiTzU/s400/HPIM0024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065890800721451218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2o18_r2OI/AAAAAAAACC8/KuDzQeuGi1w/s1600-h/HPIM0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2o18_r2OI/AAAAAAAACC8/KuDzQeuGi1w/s400/HPIM0027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065890800721451234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2o2M_r2PI/AAAAAAAACDE/cg7BBXMjGlA/s1600-h/HPIM0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2o2M_r2PI/AAAAAAAACDE/cg7BBXMjGlA/s400/HPIM0028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065890805016418546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-5394422262931250138?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/5394422262931250138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=5394422262931250138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/5394422262931250138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/5394422262931250138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2007/05/hr-walk-from-98st-to-34st.html' title='An Hr walk from 98st to 34st'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_uP1_6SUb4/Rk2n9c_r2DI/AAAAAAAACBk/csuS72QXp7Q/s72-c/HPIM0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-2896314909914273456</id><published>2007-04-20T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:57:47.351-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Down Syndrome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Subway Chronicals..</title><content type='html'>Another day in subway and I thought its just another day..but it wasn't. It happened to be the best day to end with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 more minutes to WTC. I am reading the "New York Times" Arts section and suddenly I got the feeling that someone is seeing me. And that turned out to be true. Its a child in a distance in the Stroller looking at me. This is a gifted child and she was looking straight into me. As I smiled at the child, she smiled at me and in shyness turned away her face, towards her mom, smiled at home. Her mom saw me and she too smiled. Its all smile everywhere. Child was with her grandmother, mother and sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile was pouring all over for next 10 mins. But this child is affected by Down Syndrome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the child, I could see everything around me in the same way as the child. As I switch on the TV, there's a news about down syndrome in CNN, in MSNBC. And then I started researching about that online..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I googled, I found following pages that gives insight of the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ndss.org/&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Down_syndrome &lt;br /&gt;www.nas.com/downsyn/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, ended with lots of smile and I was all smiling back to home. And it looked the world was smiling at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-2896314909914273456?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/2896314909914273456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=2896314909914273456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/2896314909914273456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/2896314909914273456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2007/04/subway-chronicals.html' title='Subway Chronicals..'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-2503569898100072241</id><published>2007-04-18T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:18:32.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Minutes Ride</title><content type='html'>Another day in New York, Just another day in MTA bus but handful to watch on the trip of 20 mins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drizzling Wednesday evening. 15 mins to strike 8 and almost 2 dozen people waiting for the M96 bus in the 5th Avenue for more than 20 mins now, including me. There isn't any sign of bus coming in and that moment I decided to see the people reaction. For some reason, I was in good mood and was walking like drunken monkey, because I thought of taking a fast walk as it is good for health as told my Dr. Sanjay Gupta in CNN and in other Ad on TV by American Heart Association. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched, many people talked to themselves and few took their cell phone to call their loved ones at home to say that they gonna be late. Few stopped the Taxi as they were ready to pay few extra dollars to cross the central park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally there's a bus after 10 more mins but sad is it is crowded. Many of us form a line to get into the bus and rest other's try to squeeze breaking the line just to get small space inside the bus. Good old bus driver decides to open the back door understanding the frustration of the long awaited bus passengers. As he gives the sign, few of us run to the back door and I could see lots of space in back of the bus and as I try to squeeze in, I hear the voice of this middle aged gentleman saying, " I am not squeezing in anymore". I am already into the back of the bus trying to make more space as much as possible so that my other makeshift friends get into the bus. But our middle aged, beard, well built man says,&lt;br /&gt;     "Can't you all come in next fuckin bus".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the kind old lady who is trying to become the passenger of this bus explains the hero that they have been waiting for 25 mins for the bus. And then the hero throws up few more words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Lady, that's not my fuckin problem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody looks at him but don't say anything. Why?? Simple Reason..."why should i say something and get into trouble?". Well..that includes me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, almost everyone gets into the bus and the bus passes the red signal and travels across the central park and suddenly, like breaking the silence, one passenger shouts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Can you just shutup and try not to control my life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was talking on the phone and as usual, everybody looks at each other and few smile  at each other and few others, dont know how to react. And then he continues,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       "This is my freaking life and I want to do it my way. Don't try to intrude in &lt;br /&gt;        Freedom. Freedom is mine and I am not awarding my Freedom to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow..Isn't that good dialog? I have heard something like that in some patriotic Indian movies and right now, I am hearing that in real life. Actually, its well said. I encountered something similar to that in my personal life too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As next stop arrives, half the becomes empty and the bus moves on. And as I was thinking about the dialog of that unknown man, my stop arrives and I come back to conscious and there's our hero and he is cursing a old man. I don't know what happened because I was in my own dream world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        "You son of filthy bitch. Screw you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops.. What kind of words are these and what a way to end the bus ride. Bye Bye Bus..and its time for Subway Ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-2503569898100072241?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/2503569898100072241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=2503569898100072241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/2503569898100072241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/2503569898100072241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2007/04/15-minutes-ride.html' title='15 Minutes Ride'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-1597856341087520117</id><published>2007-04-06T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T12:50:15.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is she crying?</title><content type='html'>Its a beautiful, calm Friday morning near Central Park. As everyone is departing from the bus and sprinting towards the office. But all of sudden there is a huge cry among the crowd and everybody turns towards that voice. Thats a lady with huge voice sitting on the crowded but calm pathway and crying to her peak. Just in front of her, in the big wide 5th Ave road is her dog lying down with all the blood and body parts on the black tar cement road. Yes..She lost her dog in a accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few of the passer by's moved towards her and started to console her..but as crowd gathered, her hue got more bigger. She loved her dog.. It was just another morning for her and her dog. Its another day for the dog owner to take the dog for a walk in the central morning. And all of sudden, this beautiful Friday morning become a mourning morning in her Life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this post, I could still portray her face in my mind... her glasses, black coat for the rainy cold day, her tears..and the way she looked at me in my eyes.. and that moment when her cry was too high.. and that weak moment where I felt tears building up in my own eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mins, all the crowd that gathered there disappeared. And the Life moves on..And so I had to move on too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-1597856341087520117?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/1597856341087520117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=1597856341087520117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/1597856341087520117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/1597856341087520117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-is-she-crying.html' title='Why is she crying?'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-3466819433706303005</id><published>2007-03-10T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:11:27.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Start it from Scratch...</title><content type='html'>New things.. I am gonna start everything from scratch...Everybody say that a big responsibility is over now and its all my life rest..May be they are true but at the same time responsibilities never get over so fast... they just become part of the life.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..time to start new stuff from start...and its going to be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-3466819433706303005?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/3466819433706303005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=3466819433706303005' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/3466819433706303005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/3466819433706303005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2007/03/start-it-from-scratch.html' title='Start it from Scratch...'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-7818587214354847483</id><published>2007-01-13T19:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:12:33.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why didn't I help???</title><content type='html'>so..why didn't I help that old man in the subway? He was really old.. might be around 80.. and was walking with his stick....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to me and asked, "Son, Can you help me with 2 quaters?" and even without any single thought, I said No by noding my head. He didn't even see my face after that and just walked away to someone else. Than I realised he wasn't like other people who ask for help in subway. By his expressions, I could feel tht he is really embarrased of asking for money. He couldnt even see the people's face when he was asking for money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the guy who really needs help but I just refused without thinking anything. I realised within seconds that I should have helped him but still i dindt help. And this thought was troubling me till now.. and everyday when I board the train, I look for the old man so that I can help him in someway. Hope, I find him and do help him in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-7818587214354847483?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/7818587214354847483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=7818587214354847483' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/7818587214354847483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/7818587214354847483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-didnt-i-help.html' title='Why didn&apos;t I help???'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-2087509134452471427</id><published>2007-01-06T17:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T17:03:33.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More free time and more songs..hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZkO0oiYJHY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZkO0oiYJHY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-2087509134452471427?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/2087509134452471427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=2087509134452471427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/2087509134452471427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/2087509134452471427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2007/01/more-free-time-and-more-songshehe.html' title='More free time and more songs..hehe'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-5995027324631564591</id><published>2007-01-06T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T16:58:12.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One more song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Khadgam - Nuvvu Nuvvu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDX3i0BuA0c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDX3i0BuA0c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-5995027324631564591?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/5995027324631564591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=5995027324631564591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/5995027324631564591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/5995027324631564591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-more-song.html' title='One more song...'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-1583585582152902317</id><published>2007-01-06T16:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T16:52:46.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks Familiar....</title><content type='html'>"hey..have I been here before???"... this is what I thought when I walked in middle of the central park couple of months back when I came to New York. Everything looked familiar to my eyes..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a wonderful romantic day on New York's history.. climate is so kissing and I was moved by the chilness...it wasnt cold but at the sametime..i felt so happy walking in the morning sunlight and so decided to walk across the central park to my office instead of taking the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I entered the park, there were early walkers with their pets....and office goers who like to walk instead of taking bus.. and few others who were just in the park..just enjoying the weather like the way I decided to. Its a long 25 mins walk across the park to reach the east side from west side... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked, everything looked so familiar to my eyes.. all the trees.. all the smell due to the early drizzle that morning..everything.. I felt as if I have been to this place earlier.. it was as if me and my girl friend had a walk around this park with the same romance as it is today.. wait wait.. But..I never had a girl friend to walk like that.. but why is that feeling as if I had walked around with somebody in this place.. and why is that everyting looks so familiar??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that walk..I decided to see the rest all places in new york.. and everyting looked familiar..from the PATH train in the NJ to the subways in the New york.. Well..Familiar in such a way that as if I went around these places with a girl.. oopss.. did I go around with a girl in my previous life??? hahaha..funny.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..stop reading the crap now..:P phewwwwwwww.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh..finally i got somethign to write for this month to fill up the archives..hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-1583585582152902317?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/1583585582152902317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=1583585582152902317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/1583585582152902317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/1583585582152902317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2007/01/looks-familiar.html' title='Looks Familiar....'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-4516023727687041053</id><published>2006-12-26T15:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T15:52:10.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;James Blunt - Goodbye my Lover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OdT9z-JjtJk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQ_HCj9xa74" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-4516023727687041053?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/4516023727687041053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=4516023727687041053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/4516023727687041053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/4516023727687041053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-more.html' title='One more...'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-3807449149997082375</id><published>2006-12-24T13:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T14:24:17.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs I liked recently...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;James Blunt - You are Beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OdT9z-JjtJk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZV7D6QaCxtA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne Yo - so sick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OdT9z-JjtJk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AvBY3crilyY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne Yo - so sick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-3807449149997082375?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/3807449149997082375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=3807449149997082375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/3807449149997082375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/3807449149997082375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/12/james-blunt-you-beautiful.html' title='Songs I liked recently...'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-7770748437525822017</id><published>2006-11-30T19:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:44:58.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;:) Pravs world always comes up nice quotes. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1165/1277/400/481814/Pravs.jpg" border="0" /&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/10462349-7770748437525822017?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/7770748437525822017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=7770748437525822017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/7770748437525822017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/7770748437525822017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/11/isnt-true.html' title='Isn&apos;t true?'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-116432535091582946</id><published>2006-11-23T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:16:32.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination - NewYork</title><content type='html'>Wow..New York.. What a city?? Beautiful, Big, Expensive, Girls...and many more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One big difference between the 2 yr old Minneapolis relationship and 2 week old NY/NJ relationship is, in the new place, even the 2 hrs travel looks like 2 mins. People..People..thats one of the main reasons what makes a person not to get bored of a place..and in this marvelous city, you would never get bored if you are outside the home. Ofcourse, me being a bachelor and a person without girl friend and place being so new, I haven't got so many friends, staying in home, makes me so bored during the weekends.. Always be with right friends, that would never make u bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..Why did I chose New York?? well..lots of reasons..ofcourse..I cant tell them all.. The decision of moving to New york didnt happen in a day.. it was a plan for one year and I have to thank God for getting me into a place where I dreamt of coming for one single reason a year back. But, now the reason is void and it all become useless being here. But, still I am trying to make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh..why do Life chose to be so close to the thing that we want to but still we are close to that even after knowing that its of no use to be close... Everything happened as planned but the reason for plan doesnt exist anymore.. Strange..isnt? :) Life is like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...would you ask sorry for mistakes you have done??? If you do, doesnt it mean that you realised ur mistakes? Well..I have no reason to ask this....I am writing this post after so long as Im seeing the "Love Actually" movie.. Excellent movie that portrays love so softly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..ok..ok..Enough enough..:)) Time has come to start writing the lines of blogs once again.. Expect for more unnecessary post..:))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-116432535091582946?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/116432535091582946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=116432535091582946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/116432535091582946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/116432535091582946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/11/destination-newyork.html' title='Destination - NewYork'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-115928677506202476</id><published>2006-09-26T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T11:06:15.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharper Image CEO resgins. What does this mean to me???</title><content type='html'>Why I have to write a post when the Sharper image CEO resgins?? hmm..because I bought something from their website few months back and I wasn't satisfied with their product and the way it was delivered when compared to other online shops (Circuit city, office max, amazon..and many more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two very basic rules of a company: (Which I could think of without analysing or researching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Quality comes first by which you can win the customers&lt;br /&gt;2. CEO takes the responsibilty of every single product (whether good or bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Richard Thalheimer(CEO of Sharper image) resgined after he wasn't able to stop the declining growth and profit, he took the responsibilty of declining business and stepped down. What should he have done? One, still hold the position and correct the mistakes. Two, after finding that things are goin out of his hands, give chances to younger managers and do the rest of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe he did the 2nd one. And may be good for the company. Lets see whats the new CEO does and may be, I may go back to sharper image and buy any of their products. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.businessweek.com/ap/financialnews/D8KCI98G0.htm&gt; BusinessWeek &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-115928677506202476?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/115928677506202476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=115928677506202476' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/115928677506202476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/115928677506202476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/09/sharper-image-ceo-resgins-what-does.html' title='Sharper Image CEO resgins. What does this mean to me???'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-115928609353928952</id><published>2006-09-26T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T10:54:53.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret to Love</title><content type='html'>We all know about Pravs world newsletters..Its good chain of meaning emails with heart clinching messages. There was one such message about Love which I really liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is for everybody who visits my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/secret_to_true_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/secret_to_true_love.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-115928609353928952?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/115928609353928952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=115928609353928952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/115928609353928952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/115928609353928952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/09/secret-to-love.html' title='Secret to Love'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-115663429012212155</id><published>2006-08-26T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T18:18:10.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what happens when you always do same work???</title><content type='html'>"What I have to do today in office? Whom all I need to talk to? When is my meeting starts? Oopss..that service didn't provision well and its in fallout status..what was the reason?&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to fix it?? Oh My Godddd.... its not one..its 600 :(((( "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are not the stuff that goes in my mind during office hours...rather these were the one which troubles me during sleep..or my dreams.... I cant really call them has dreams.. bc..whatever I do and have to do always stays in my mind..  This is what happens when u blogged down by work always......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days have been really hectic. (Do I have to really call them as hectic...hmm..not really..or may be Yes. Because, back in India, everybody 'mostly' work from 9 to 9 but here, i mean USA, its just 8 hrs job. I got office at 8:15 and try to come back at 4:45. All I need to work is just 8 hrs..and these days..its gettign streched a lot..like the days back in Inida. Initially, when I worked for 12 hrs...I considered them has hectic but I got used to it. People, after all, life is all about getting used to..right? :) Now, back here, I am getting used to it. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I like my work?? hmm..Good question. May be, once again, Yes or may be No. I have been paid so much by my company and I got to finish my job but the kind of work which I have been doing and will be doing for days ahead is not the work which I have been looking for. I was extremely unhappy with the work but once I went to one my UAT (user acceptance testing) user and was helping him out on the new application and saw this beautiful quote in his desk. "There is lot bad work than this, So I better do this better to make it good". Isn't it enough to motivate a person? For me, Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am coming down on fire from my collegues. you know for what? "you are working too much and making us to wait for you". yeah..we are on car pool. They are right. Why someone have to wait for me? so, I try to squeeze has much as possible within that 8 hrs and do the rest from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to where I started. Why does the same thing trouble ma mind even in dreams??? Bc, I sleep thinking abt it. No other reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human mind is so feable (some humans are so strong. They dont even care about their loved ones. Or, may be we can call them selffish. But, WHO CARES). This mind, it always wanted to do things perfectly and swiftly and in time, it starts making mistakes and later on adjusts to mistakes and makes them perfect. Or it doesn't try to repeat the same mistake alltogether once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops...I have written so much and I am sure none of the above does really make sense. :))) Enough for the evening....Let me go and do some workouts...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-115663429012212155?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/115663429012212155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=115663429012212155' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/115663429012212155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/115663429012212155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-happens-when-you-always-do-same.html' title='what happens when you always do same work???'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-115527169882365774</id><published>2006-08-10T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T07:37:24.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem sent by my friend</title><content type='html'>I am not a love of poems..but this one touched my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"A part of me is gone . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A beautiful night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;All stars were in sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The breeze blowing through my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;All I could do was stareat the beauty of your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Knowing I've left all time and space.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hen something came over me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A feeling of death, a parting of the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You embraced me for a while,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Which gave me a permanent smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Somehow I knew the journey was over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I had lost my four leafed clover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The luck has run out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My soul screams and shouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've lost a lover,a friend and a soulmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Paralyzed by a lost love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And now it's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Have I done anything to make you flee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Or are you done taking advantage of me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Should I have taken a stand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This is something I truly don't understand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Will you ever return, without scarring me and letting it burn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Was I just a game for you to win,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Or did you actually care deep within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You've silently requested time apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To leave me with pieces of a broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Have you forgotten how to care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To tell me you'll always be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Shunning my feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Letting your life keep wheeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Do you have the answers to my questions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Should I leave and learn my lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I deserve better than this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eventhough I'll always miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;everything we've done under the moon and the sun . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Simple words....but touching feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-115527169882365774?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/115527169882365774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=115527169882365774' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/115527169882365774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/115527169882365774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/08/poem-sent-by-my-friend.html' title='Poem sent by my friend'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-115509431472839891</id><published>2006-08-08T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:31:54.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things turn out so fast</title><content type='html'>Busy! thats the only word that can describe my non-availability of writing blogs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy?? what r u talking abt?? yuppp...never been like this before. I worked for more than 70 hrs last week..otherwise used to be less than 40 hrs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened for past few weeks.....I started going outside during weekends..and started to enjoy the american way of life.. Tried my first ever margerreta..went to a pub..went to mall..saw moviesssss..did lots of swimming....but still..I was missing something in my life. and I would be missing that forever till my death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_00541.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_00541.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_01301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_01301.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I learnt lots of things due to that loss...I wish...I didnt lose that but that flew away from my hands but still hanging all through the day..all in my dreams.. &lt;br /&gt;People used to say, dreams are just dreams and they cant be realised..but in my case, I realised the sweetness and it become a dream. Now, I can't get that back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does some people change so soon? Why do they change so fast? How they become a dream of past? Some people have such a strong heart even the bullet can't pierce it. Strong hearts..hmmm....or may be heart without any emotional feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey...What am i writing???? I am sure that I am out of my mind ...There isn't any connection between my sentences... I am gone mad ..:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOpss..am I feeling homesick?? I am not sure..may be I am. but, I am 25..should I still feel homesick??? hey man..whether you are 25 or 5, you still have a home. So, nothing wrong in feeling homesick. hmm..but still.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man..what I am writing???? im just out of words.. ....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Will update a better post next time. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-115509431472839891?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/115509431472839891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=115509431472839891' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/115509431472839891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/115509431472839891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/08/things-turn-out-so-fast.html' title='things turn out so fast'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-115289370873920081</id><published>2006-07-14T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T11:21:56.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How much can you love?</title><content type='html'>Relationships... Every relationship has a special bonding. Father-Son, Boy friend-Girl friend, Husband-Wife, Sister-Brother. Each of them have their own definitions or rules that is not defined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont find the value of a relationship when you are in it and you feel the pain when you lose it. These are the two extremes in a relationship. Pain and Happines. Everything that happens between them is a mixture and it has its own sweetness. When we reach the sad end of a relationship, everything around you is a pain by itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As both the person feel the pain and as they shed tears for being too far from each other but still don't want to get back to the relationship. This pain is more worse than the physical pain and everybody knows it and I dont have anything new to say about that. But, the words in describing the feelings differs from person to person. And thats what I am trying to do here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us have gone through this pain when we lose our beloved one. This loss can be a death or a death like situation. The more worser one would be when you wanted to talk to that person whom you lost but the person doesn't wanted to talk to you. Such kind of one happens more in so called LOVE between a boy friend and a girl friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can see the depression in the eyes, as the person feels the heart heavy, and tears flowing down the eyes so easily without your knowledge, all the good memories that you had with the person lingers in front of wet eyes and you think every moment; and every second looks like hours and all you can do is just think and think and think and think. Moment passes by when you just feel, "will that person would ever understand how much I Love?". "Wont he/she understand my heart?". "wont he/she talk to me". Words that flow through your tongue would be mostly, " I miss you..I Love you. I just need you back".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These aren't my feelings but I know and have known friends who talked to me like this. Wish, I don't get into a situation like this because as I explain the true human nature and feelings towards a relationship, I myself could feel the pain of my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this, it just makes me to feel, "Is that all Love leads to? Just tears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this post after long time, I came across a forward where the quotes were so heart touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/1.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/1.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/2.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/3.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/4.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/5.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/5.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/6.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/6.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/7.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/7.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/8.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/8.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-115289370873920081?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/115289370873920081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=115289370873920081' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/115289370873920081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/115289370873920081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-much-can-you-love.html' title='How much can you love?'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-115051106745140569</id><published>2006-06-16T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T12:00:36.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail Rain</title><content type='html'>Worse Ice Rain I have ever come across. Yes..In Minneapolis, today, I expeirenced the Ice(Hail) rain... Here is the video that I caught luckily before the rain halted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" autostart="true" loop="true" Flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/95820/20060616/185701.flv&amp;post=1" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-115051106745140569?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/115051106745140569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=115051106745140569' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/115051106745140569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/115051106745140569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/06/hail-rain.html' title='Hail Rain'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-115050724691666630</id><published>2006-06-16T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T20:20:46.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New mobile</title><content type='html'>Time to change the mobile and got a new flip Samsung t809 from Tmobile..cool mobile with more advantages and few disadvantages.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0124.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-115050724691666630?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/115050724691666630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=115050724691666630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/115050724691666630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/115050724691666630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-new-mobile.html' title='My New mobile'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-115006373986421749</id><published>2006-06-11T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T17:08:59.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Will be My Ain True Love</title><content type='html'>Song that I heard newly that touched my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Song by Alison Krauss in the movie "Cold Mountain".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll walk unscathed through musket fire,&lt;br /&gt;No ploughman's blade will cut thee down,&lt;br /&gt;No cutless wound will mark thy face&lt;br /&gt;And you will be my ain true love,&lt;br /&gt;And you will be my ain true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you walk through death's dark veil,&lt;br /&gt;The cannon's thunder can't prevail,&lt;br /&gt;And those who hunt thee down will fail,&lt;br /&gt;And you will be my ain true love,&lt;br /&gt;And you will be my ain true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asleep inside the cannon's mouth,&lt;br /&gt;The captain cries, "Here comes the rout,"&lt;br /&gt;They'll seek to find me north and south,&lt;br /&gt;I've gone to find my ain true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The field is cut and bleeds to red.&lt;br /&gt;The cannon balls fly round my head,&lt;br /&gt;The infirmary man may count me dead,&lt;br /&gt;When I've gone to find my ain true love,&lt;br /&gt;I've gone to find my ain true love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-115006373986421749?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/115006373986421749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=115006373986421749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/115006373986421749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/115006373986421749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-will-be-my-ain-true-love.html' title='You Will be My Ain True Love'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-114946984266774944</id><published>2006-06-04T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T20:10:42.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worser and Activity weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been more worser than any other weekend...I just passed through one of the saddest part of my life and at the same time, trying to overcome that by doing lot of activities like swimming, volleyball, movies, tennis and stuff likfe tht. But still, worse part becomes more worser though there is lot of activities to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope, I overcome that and get the things that I lost back to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-114946984266774944?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/114946984266774944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=114946984266774944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/114946984266774944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/114946984266774944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/06/worser-and-activity-weekend.html' title='Worser and Activity weekend'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-114763370657124662</id><published>2006-05-14T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T14:08:26.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons learnt</title><content type='html'>Think before you leap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-114763370657124662?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/114763370657124662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=114763370657124662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/114763370657124662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/114763370657124662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/05/lessons-learnt.html' title='Lessons learnt'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-114746930897572346</id><published>2006-05-12T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T17:01:55.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life has changed so much</title><content type='html'>When I was born to my lovely parents in this world around 25 yeards ago, I can't even call our living standard is of middle class. My parents were still struggling to run everyday life. With each rupee counting, mom need to save the money for next day supply. We were eating the Ration rice till I was 9 years old. I remember all those days..Mom used to fight with dad to get a single penny for her children and dad doing the savings of those penny's for his lovable kids. Both parents fighting for survival of their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad being the Astrolger and for every single rupee, he has to talk for atleast 20 mins and twenty years back, for every horoscope he wrote, he was getting just 3 rupees and if he say the fortunes to his customers, all he would get his just 1 or 2 rupees and some gracious customers will give him 5 rupees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every other parent, my parents took every pain in getting up their children the education they need. Dad was a wonderful man, man of visions and know what he is doing and made us to get into the matriculation or english speaking schools. When I say US, thats myself, Hari, my brother, Prakash and sis, Banu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was so hard 20 years back as I still remember the cocunut tree branches weived roof (I dont know that they call it as) home with just one room and kitchen and a common bathroom shared with the house owner.. and when I was some 9 years, dad bought his first land and started building the home with just 5000 Rs in hand and borrowed the money from his father and taking a loan from bank and Yes..we got our home. Home, sweet home in which we continue to stay even now. And now, dad's customers started giving him 5 Rs as his pay and our living condition improved but still with loans to be paid, school and tution fees for his kids that was running high with every year gone by, run the family. Life was so tough for my parents and we kids, like other kids, was stealking 2 or 3 Rs from Dad's wallet everyday and dad used to scold at mom thinking that she took the money and mom would just cry and won't say anything as she knows that it was only her kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I now sitdown and think about my past and my present, Life has changed so much. I remember, when I moved from my 7th grade to 8th grade, I need to get a long trouser instead of a short one for the school as it is the school rule because, you know, we are grown up. But, Dad wasn't able to offord so much money to get the trouser for me and I was crying like a baby on the ground asking for the trouser because I was the only one student in my class wearing the shorts instead of a trouser. Dad was really helpless as mom explained me the situation of the family but still I was feeling insulted and was made fun infront of everyone. And finally, dad got some money and he got the trouser after a week and I walked back to the school like a MAN. I could smile at that moment even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another most unforgottable moment of my childhood is getting a TV of our own.. I was in my 6th grade and we didn't had a TV in our home and so my siblings and I used to see the TV in our neighbors home from outside not even inside. As we were doing so one day, neighboring home uncle came from home and for no reason, he hit us on the head and slapped us to go away from his home and he was scolding us like anything saying that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"People who dont have food to eat comes here for entertainment..we are not here for entertainment"&lt;/span&gt;. We were sobbing like anything, like anything, cant ever forget that moment  in my life time. We were treated like a dog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we came crying home, mom saw that and without the sorrowness in her heart, she couldn't say anything to the uncle and she cried in her heart and was controlling her tears and Dad came night at 9:30 after his work and mom told what has happend and that day, I saw my dad getting mad for the first time and he showed his pride in minutes and immidietly he went outside and got us a TV in 30 minutes by paying 2000 Rs. When he got the TV, he was the man of pride and he could walk straight in front of the uncle. Moment that made us feel as if we are one among those really offordable people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, he is such a hard working guy who wakes up by 5 in the morning and works till 11:30 in the night, writing the horoscopes and never keeps himself down at any moment and due to his hard working, our life saw a drastic change from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we are grown up and finished the +2 or intermediate or junior college and time for me to join some good college and all I could get is a 255 cutoff to earn a seat in a selffinancing college  but in a payment seat. Payment seat is something we need to pay more than the free seat guys and I had to pay around 50K per annum for my tution fees and rest other expenses counted it was around 90K per annum. I know my parents situation and I dont want to study spending so much and I was like, "no way..I am joining.. I will try another attempt next year and join in a Free seat" but Dad refused and he said.." your job is to study and my job as a dad is to pay you and I am ready to do that and are you ready to study?". I couldn't say no as I trusted my dad. He was the good scholar and philospher for my life and I abided by his words and continued my studies. As I joined college, at the same time, he has to afford my brother and sister expenses and he did that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got my first  salary from my company, TCS, my parents shed joyful tears and I could feel it. At end of my first year in TCS, Dad and I were earning the same money every month. Dad has struggled all his life to get some reasonable money for a month but I got everything in such a short period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I finished my studies, I never had an idea of landing up in this money rich country of America. But now, I am in this country for more than 1.5 years and earning more than 1.5 lakhs per month which is not even a dream of me. All my dad's struggle to get his children good studies and with little study from me as earned me such a position in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;LIFE REALLY CHANGED.&lt;/span&gt; I am now living in a world which I never even thought of, so much comfort, so much money and seeking more and more money even though I have more than enough for living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a hut allmost two decades ago and now living in a building that has everything in it from microwave from shower, Its really worth living this life. This feeling gives sense of achievement. But there is more to achieve. And I am looking towards my future now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish now my kids will have more better life and I will make sure that they learn of essense of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LIFE IS WORTH LIVING and lets give this LIFE to our FAMILY and the society we LIVE in.  LIVING should have a MEANING. I am in search of the meaning and will surelu find before my my end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-114746930897572346?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/114746930897572346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=114746930897572346' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/114746930897572346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/114746930897572346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-has-changed-so-much.html' title='Life has changed so much'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-114661623694472210</id><published>2006-05-02T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T19:30:51.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>I was pondering over the meaning of this word "FAMILY". There wasn't any particular reason why I was thinking about that. As I moved to find the synonym of FAMILY, I could think of only meaning and it is BOND. Family is the bond and this bond is the strongest in this world. Ofcourse the strength of the bind is determined by the family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When friends refer their relationship, they say, "we are like a family". Relationship in a family is so strong which cannot be broken so easily even though there would be lot of fights, cry, misunderstanding. But there will be trust and the Sense of Belonging. Even If I fight with my brother, the solemnest thing that lies is, "He is brother. I can't hate him." It comes so naturally that you tend to give the helping hand even before he asks for some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cry when our sister feels the pain, we shed tears when she achieves something great, we love her. This sense of belonging is on which the Family being built up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Family, I take care and solve the problem of my girl friend as mine, problem of my sister is my problem, Its my Family. I am part of my family where I can suggest something to my family. My family members can think over the solution and take the right path towards the solution of the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I sigh away the problems of my FAMILY then I am not contributing towards the stronger family. I don't want my family to be left out  in middle of the Island and if I do that then it means I am lost in the Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some scholars and physiologist can give better understanding and meaning of the Family. We all know what a Family is. I just thought of inscribing my thoughts. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-114661623694472210?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/114661623694472210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=114661623694472210' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/114661623694472210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/114661623694472210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/05/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-114522564635040177</id><published>2006-04-16T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:59:47.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Shower</title><content type='html'>eThis video was taken long back but I wasn't knowing how to add videos to blog. Finally found it and the time has come now to put those into my blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" autostart="true" loop="true"  width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/95820/20060416/075949.flv&amp;post=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one more from the Minneapolis Mall of America Aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" autostart="true" loop="true" src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/95820/20060416/080033.flv&amp;amp;post=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more from Duluth Superior lake where the bridge lifts when the ship passes towards the port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/95820/20060416/145622.flv&amp;amp;post=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-114522564635040177?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/114522564635040177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=114522564635040177' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/114522564635040177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/114522564635040177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/04/snow-shower.html' title='Snow Shower'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-114498275754621230</id><published>2006-04-13T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T21:45:57.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos that have touched our hearts</title><content type='html'>Got this has forward. Heart Touching one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo 1:&lt;/strong&gt; Together, through Warm and Cold(Photographer: An Hejie. Market Place, Town of Chifeng, Inner Mongolia) Beyond the northern (Inner Mongolia) frontier, spring has arrived but the cold weather lingered on. Snow fell on this April morning. Flakes dancedin the sky. A middle-aged man tended to his cart, on which sat a little boy, wrapped up with blanket used to keep the vegetables from freezing. From time to time, the father would tuck at the blanket to make sure thathis son was all right. These are the words from the photographer: "Set in the dark and shadowy background and the dancing snow flakes, the pink puffy face of the little boy stood out in great contrast to that of thefather which was apparently shaped by the caprices of life. And life was indeed harsh. Father and son only have each other for support. When the father yelled out a sales pitch on top of his voice, his facial _expressionwas shockingly touching. One cannot help but be moved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Love The father and his son live in an impoverished hilly area. They demand nothing but a piece of land to call their own. Perhaps they will not havea chance to see the outside world all their lives -- they will not knowwhat a staircase is, they will never ride in a taxi, nor will they ever step into a movie theater. But the truth is these are the people who offerus everything our lives depend on, generation after generation. The heavenand earth have nothing to repay them. Love them! At least respect them in your heart. Otherwise how can we possibly talk about ourselves as human beings? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo 3:&lt;/strong&gt; Grandpas'Tears(Caption on the photo: That day, we found that we were able to attend school. We were so happy. But grandpa cried. Do you understand? The tears of an elderly man...) This semester has been dealt with, what about the next?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo 4:&lt;/strong&gt; Amidst Rain and WindYour elderly mother and little children are waiting for you to come home with the day's wages.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo 5:&lt;/strong&gt; Old Man CryingThe old man sells roast yam for a living. Because he doesn't have a license, his tools were confiscated and his tricycle was smashed, itschain cut. All the old man can do is to sit there and cry. Tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/5.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo 6:&lt;/strong&gt; Mothers'LoveMothers and their child.This is life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo 7:&lt;/strong&gt; Coal CarrierWang Zhizhong worked as a coal carrier. Carrying a basket of coal weighting 40kg (88 lb), he made his way up a 100m deep mine, and thenwalked a distance of 1000m along a mountainous track. For each trip, hemade 1RMB ( 0.125 USD). He was 17.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/7.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo 8 :&lt;/strong&gt; Caption on the photo: That day the English teacher arrived in our village. She taught us our very first sentence in English: "I want go to school." Did you hear it? It is a most heart-moving cry.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/8.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo 9 :&lt;/strong&gt; We must admit that there are people still living within the blind spot ofour society. What if you were one of them? &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/9.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo 10 :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rose, no diamond ring, but if this is not love, what is love?&lt;br /&gt;With enthusiasm, love your life! Love the people around you!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-114498275754621230?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/114498275754621230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=114498275754621230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/114498275754621230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/114498275754621230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/04/photos-that-have-touched-our-hearts.html' title='Photos that have touched our hearts'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-114436351385204344</id><published>2006-04-06T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T21:47:52.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noise Cancel</title><content type='html'>I recently bought the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Philips HN 110 Folding Noise Canceling Headphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I always wondered what does these Noise Cancelling headphones does. The price range from 25$ to 500$. Why does someone need to buy a headphone that is so much expensive? After all we are just goin to hear songs and do some work? For that simple purpose, why does someone really invest so much of money on such headphones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions like these were there in my mind and so decided to experiment these headphones. Without even investing what these headphone does, I ordered the cheapest one that was available on that day. It was Philips HN 110 Folding Noise Canceling Headphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe style="WIDTH: 120px; HEIGHT: 240px" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=thoughtspouri-20&amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;amp;asins=B00085ESA0&amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;amp;amp;lc1=0000ff&amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=ffffff&amp;amp;f=ifr" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My office is located in a very old building thats allmost 80 years old where all those ACs really trouble your ears and they really distract your concentration. So, once I got the headphone, I tried that and found that the noise has almost reduced by 90%. Which was really amazing when compared to those hizzzzzzzzzzz sound that storms my ears every millisecond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..How does the Noise Cancelling headphones work? When I searched google for the answers, I found one in site of Bose. Which says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Microphones in the earcups actively monitor what you hear, including unwanted outside sound. The difference between the unwanted sound and the desired sound is then electronically processed, creating a correction signal that acts to negate the unwanted noise. The speaker within each earcup is then fed the correction signal. This signal, combined with the passive noise reduction of the headset itself, dramatically reduces the outside noise that reaches your ears."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bose headphones are definetly the best in the market but toooooo expensive, not affordable by middle class. One such Bose headphone cost around 299$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headphones that I brought are truely worth of the cost. Reduces the noise to the maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the story about the noise cancelling headphones :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-114436351385204344?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/114436351385204344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=114436351385204344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/114436351385204344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/114436351385204344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/04/noise-cancel.html' title='Noise Cancel'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-114403834110458918</id><published>2006-04-02T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T23:25:41.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IOWA Temple</title><content type='html'>Its been so long since I had been out of the city and so when friends asked me "Shall we go for a trip to IOWA temple?", I didn't had a second thought and said.."YES".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update the post later and here is the video from the trip. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" Flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/95820/20060401/094855.flv&amp;post=1" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Sharing at DropShots.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-114403834110458918?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/114403834110458918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=114403834110458918' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/114403834110458918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/114403834110458918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/04/iowa-temple.html' title='IOWA Temple'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-114341676210280188</id><published>2006-03-26T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T17:46:02.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Somalia</title><content type='html'>Somalia.. Everyone knows about this country...some say its the worlds poorest country...truth is the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i went to read about artciles about this war riddem country, I came across this article in BBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/4040889.stm#mahamut&gt;Somalia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somalians say about their work, country in their own words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like me earn a lot and enjoy a luxury life and people like those above in that artcile, have to struggle a lot for living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the countries like somalia and people living in those country get a better life to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-114341676210280188?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/114341676210280188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=114341676210280188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/114341676210280188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/114341676210280188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/03/somalia.html' title='Somalia'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-114321694394784885</id><published>2006-03-24T10:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T10:15:43.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Prevent Heart Disease?</title><content type='html'>Preventing Heart Diease! Everyone in software field are very much vulnerable to heart attack these days due to change in lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the following post as an forwarded email and felt tht it could be useful for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a chat, arranged by WIPRO for its employees, with Dr.Devi Shetty, Narayana Hrudayalaya (Heart Specialist). The transcript of the chat is given below: &lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the five thumb rules for a layman to take care of his heart? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: &lt;br /&gt;1. Diet - Less of carbohydrate, more of protein, less oil &lt;br /&gt;2. Exercise - Half an hour's walk, at least five days a week; avoid lifts and avoid sitting for a longtime &lt;br /&gt;3. Quit smoking &lt;br /&gt;4. Control weight &lt;br /&gt;5. Control blood pressure and sugar &lt;br /&gt;------- &lt;br /&gt;Is eating non-veg food (fish) good for the heart? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: No &lt;br /&gt;-------- &lt;br /&gt;It's still a grave shock to hear that some apparently healthy person gets a cardiac arrest. How do we understand it in perspective? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: This is called silent attack; that is why we recommend everyone past the age of 30 to undergo routine health checkups. &lt;br /&gt;-------- &lt;br /&gt;Are heart diseases hereditary? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Yes &lt;br /&gt;--------- &lt;br /&gt;What are the ways in which the heart is stressed? What practices do you suggest to de-stress? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Change your attitude towards life. Do not look for perfection in everything in life. &lt;br /&gt;------- &lt;br /&gt;Is walking better than jogging or is more intensive exercise required to keep a healthy heart? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Walking is better than jogging since jogging leads to early fatigue and injury to joints &lt;br /&gt;--------- &lt;br /&gt;You have done so much for the poor and needy. What has inspired you to do so? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Mother Theresa, who was my patient. &lt;br /&gt;-------- &lt;br /&gt;Can people with low blood pressure suffer heart diseases? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Extremely rare &lt;br /&gt;-------- &lt;br /&gt;Does cholesterol accumulates right from an early age (I'm currently only 22) or do you have to worry about it only after you are above 30 years of age? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Cholesterol accumulates from childhood. &lt;br /&gt;--------- &lt;br /&gt;How do irregular eating habits affect the heart? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: You tend to eat junk food when the habits are irregular  and your body's enzyme release for digestion gets confused. &lt;br /&gt;--------- &lt;br /&gt;How can I control cholesterol content without using medicines? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Control diet, walk and eat walnut. &lt;br /&gt;--------- &lt;br /&gt;Can yoga prevent heart ailments? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Yoga helps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=thoughtspouri-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=159056068X&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=0000ff&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=ffffff&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------- &lt;br /&gt;Which is the best and worst food for the heart? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Best food is fruits worst are oil. &lt;br /&gt;--------- &lt;br /&gt;Which oil is better - gingili, groundnut, sunflower, saffola, olive? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: All oils are bad; the so-called best oil company has the largest marketing budget. &lt;br /&gt;-------- &lt;br /&gt;What is the routine checkup one should go through? Is there any specific test? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Routine blood test to ensure sugar, cholesterol is ok. Check BP, Treadmill test after an echo. &lt;br /&gt;-------- &lt;br /&gt;How different was it in treating Noor Fatima, the little kid from Pakistan? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: It was extremely difficult, Because of the media attention. As far as the medical treatment is concerned, she is like any other child &lt;br /&gt;with a complex heart problem. &lt;br /&gt;-------- &lt;br /&gt;What are the first aid steps to be taken on a heart attack? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Help the person into a sleeping position, put an  aspirin tablet under the tongue with a sorbitrate tablet if available, and rush him &lt;br /&gt;to a coronary care unit since the maximum casualty takes place within the first hour. &lt;br /&gt;------- &lt;br /&gt;How do you differentiate between pain caused by a heart attack and that caused due to gastric trouble? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Extremely difficult without ECG. &lt;br /&gt;--------- &lt;br /&gt;What is the main cause of a steep increase in heart problems amongst youngsters? I see people of about 30-40 yrs of age having heart attacks and serious &lt;br /&gt;heart problems. &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Increased awareness has increased incidents. Also, edentary lifestyles, smoking, junk food, lack of exercise in a country where people are genetically three times more vulnerable for heart attacks than Europeans and Americans. &lt;br /&gt;------- &lt;br /&gt;Is it possible for a person to have BP outside the normal range  of 120/80 and yet be perfectly healthy? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;------ &lt;br /&gt;Marriages within close relatives can lead to heart problems for the child. Is it true? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Yes, co-sanguinity leads to congenital abnormalities and you may not have a software engineer as a child &lt;br /&gt;-------- &lt;br /&gt;Many of us have an irregular daily routine and many a times we have to stay late nights in office. Does this affect our heart? What precautions would you recommend? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: When you are young, nature protects you against all these irregularities. However, as you grow older, respect the biological clock. &lt;br /&gt;-------- &lt;br /&gt;Will taking anti-hypertensive drugs cause some other complications (short / long term)? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Yes, most drugs have some side effects. However, modern anti-hypertensive drugs are extremely safe. &lt;br /&gt;-------- &lt;br /&gt;Will consuming more coffee/tea lead to heart attacks? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: No. &lt;br /&gt;------- &lt;br /&gt;Are asthma patients more prone to heart disease? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: No. &lt;br /&gt;------------ &lt;br /&gt;How would you define junk food? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Fried food like Kentucky, McDonalds, samosas, and even masala dosas. &lt;br /&gt;---------- &lt;br /&gt;You mentioned that Indians are three times more vulnerable. What is the reason for this, as Europeans and Americans also eat a lot of junk food? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Every race is vulnerable to some disease and unfortunately, Indians are vulnerable for the most expensive disease. &lt;br /&gt;---------- &lt;br /&gt;Does consuming bananas help reduce hypertension? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: No. &lt;br /&gt;---------- &lt;br /&gt;Can a person help himself during a heart attack (Because we see a lot of forwarded emails on this)? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Yes. Lie down comfortably and put an aspirin tablet of any  description under the tongue and ask someone to take you to the nearest coronary &lt;br /&gt;care unit without any delay and do not wait for the ambulance since most of the time, the ambulance does not turn up. &lt;br /&gt;---------- &lt;br /&gt;Do, in any way, low white blood cells and low hemoglobin count lead to heart problems? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: No. But it is ideal to have normal hemoglobin level to increase your exercise capacity. &lt;br /&gt;----------- &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, due to the hectic schedule we are not able to exercise. So, does walking while doing daily chores at home or climbing the stairs in the house, work as a substitute for exercise? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Certainly. Avoid sitting continuously for more than half an hour and even the act of getting out of the chair and going to another chair and sitting helps a lot. &lt;br /&gt;------------ &lt;br /&gt;Is there a relation between heart problems and blood sugar? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Yes. A strong relationship since diabetics are more vulnerable to heart attacks than non-diabetics. &lt;br /&gt;---------- &lt;br /&gt;What are the things one needs to take care of after a heart operation? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Diet, exercise, drugs on time. Control cholesterol, BP, weight. &lt;br /&gt;--------------- &lt;br /&gt;Are people working on night shifts more vulnerable to heart disease when compared to day shift workers? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: No. &lt;br /&gt;------------- &lt;br /&gt;What are the modern anti-hypertensive drugs? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: There are hundreds of drugs and your doctor will chose the right combination for your problem, but my suggestion is to avoid the drugs and &lt;br /&gt;go for natural ways of controlling blood pressure by walk, diet to reduce weight and changing attitudes towards lifestyles. &lt;br /&gt;------------ &lt;br /&gt;Does dispirin or similar headache pills increase the risk of heart attacks? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: No. &lt;br /&gt;---------- &lt;br /&gt;Why is the rate of heart attacks more in men than in women? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Nature protects women till the age of 45. &lt;br /&gt;--------- &lt;br /&gt;How can one keep the heart in a good condition? &lt;br /&gt;Dr Devi Shetty: Eat a healthy diet, avoid junk food, exercise everyday, do not smoke and, go for a health checkup if you are past the age of 30 for at least once in two yrs. 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If you are doing it, then you would be able to see me..u are not doing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mmm... &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Dad dont know what to do)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Son:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ok..now tell me..when you are moving the mouse, does the pointer move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hmm..yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Son:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you..even dont know this...how many times I would say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mmmm..&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Dad starts feeling bad)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Son:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; How many times had you sat with sister to know about operating computer? you havent even learnt this even after so many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mm...&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(he starts feeling hopeless)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: chellam..dad is trying his best da..dont scold him... &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(mom comes in rescue of dad from her son's scoldings)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Son:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mom..you dont talk...cant he learn even this for so many days?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: he tried so much..this is too much for his age..it will take time to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Son:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Am I asking him to learn Rocket Science? This is just clicking on mouse&lt;br /&gt;Mom: chellam..illa da..he clicked it..but it didnt work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Son:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; How come it doesnt work today..it was working all these days when sister was operating the computer..and when dad operates it, how come it doesn't work?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: mmm..he tried chellam..(Mom starts feeling bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ok..kanna..I will come after your sister comes. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(and he leaves disappointed)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Son:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ok..do whatever u want. I dont know when you are goin to learn.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: kanna..it will take time to learn da..understand..plss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Son:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; did we all come to this world learning something? I know it will take time..but my question is why he cant do this&lt;br /&gt;even after so many months..first try to understand wht I am trying to say..&lt;br /&gt;mom: I know chellam..but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Son:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what but..i dont need but..i dont have time to teach all these..i have better work to do..firs ask him to learn..then talk to me..&lt;br /&gt;Mom: mm..sari da kutty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Son:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; first understand what im trying to say and then talk..u guys will never understand me..u wont even listen to me&lt;br /&gt;Mom: mmm..illa da chellam..appdi illa..we dont know all these computer stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Son:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do whtever u want..u wont learn...ask dad to learn these stuff first. bye&lt;br /&gt;Mom: mm..sari da.. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(mom feels so depressed now)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a real conversation between a son in United states of America and the parents back in India. Parents in their 50's and who doesnt know anything about computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I overheard this conversation, I felt, I am not much different from this guy. When I was teaching my dad about computer when I was in India, I did feel my dad's inability to learn about computers. He tried so much to operate it but he succeeded very little. At last, all he said was.."po hari..naaku idhi raadu..chinna na banu na intiki vaste neetho matladatha internetlo..ledu ante..phonelone matladathamu" &lt;i&gt;(means.."it doesnt come to me..if brother or sister comes to home..i will talk to u thru internet else we will talk thru phone)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was hearing the above conversation between a father and the son, I felt so bad about the dad. he tried so much to operate a computer but in vain..and the sense of dejection at the end of the conversation is so bad. I could feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People used to say,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; "one would know the pain of seperation when the person whom you love goes too far beyond reach".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Parents of this son would be feeling it now and the son knows that he is not doing the right thing by yelling at his parents but still he does it because he wanted to see his parents. And for parents, their son is scolding at them which they might have used to do when the guy was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we all were crawling on the floor, parents used to teach us everything ..and everyday. and now Son teaching parents, which is good but, "Is the son teaching the parents as they did to him when he was kid?"..Answer is no...Old parents are the one who need more care in this world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would be the parents achievement? Is it, "Son being in USA" or "Son is earning lakhs of rupees" ..I dont think so..neither of them..it would be the moment when the son shows the love towards them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperation makes life harder...as you go far from the beloved one, then we would feel the pain in&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say to the son that please dont shout at parents..plss be calm to them..they love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOppss..I am sorry..im becoming emotional..:)) now..back to senses.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every human being is different but there is a coincidence between each of us get closer to the person whom we love. (Confusing...hehehe..definetly..it would..even I dont know how to coin that in english..being so poor in the language of english..hehehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-114110698724353053?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/114110698724353053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=114110698724353053' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/114110698724353053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/114110698724353053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/02/seperation.html' title='Seperation'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-113875349100519396</id><published>2006-01-31T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T18:51:10.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash - A Review</title><content type='html'>I happened to see this movie, "Crash". What a wonderful movie is that! These days, there used to few movies that come with a Story that says a lesson to the public. This movie has got a story that everyone must see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..Whats in there in the movie to talk abt? Lots in there..."We can't differentiate people based upon color. Everyone will one day become dependent on someone by some mean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie starts like this, where African Americans think that they are being targetted by White because they are not educated, they are African American and so they are being treated so low in the society. As two African American men talk about this, they see a white couple walk away from them which makes the African American to take a gun and point directly towards the head of the White couple and drive away their Car. This makes the white woman to fear of African American people and as the story moves on. Likewise, a rich African American woman is being sexually molested by a white police officer as the white policer as aversion towards African American. So, the white police officer becomes a raciest and targets the African American. As it happens, in another part of city, one immigirant Iraqi family buys a pistol to save their shop from looters. Iraqi father is always a tensed person which makes him not to understand wht people try to say. This is the first part of the story where everybody hates the person for the reason of Color, Ethinicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=thoughtspouri-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=B000A3XY5A&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=0000ff&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=ffffff&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in the second part it has been so neatly shown how all these people become dependent on others. As the African American woman who got molested by the police officer meets with an accident and in the Accident site, it so happens that the white police officer needed to save the African American woman from the leaking gas from the car which is going to lead to devastation in few mins. As she sees the police man, she doesnt wanted to be saved by him but any other person. Now, the police man realises what mistake he has done. But, Finally he saves her from the disaster. Thats where both of them feel how much they are in need of each other at sometime. And it so happens happens for the white woman who got frigtened of African American, that she has to take help of a mexican as she meets with an accident in her room where the mexican takes care of her for the entire night. Now, she feels more safe in the hands of a person who really shows the love. And she feels how big mistake it would be to hate people based upon color. &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE PREVAILS EVERYWHERE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There are few more incidents like this in the movie to show the people getting love from the person whom they hate. Its only the circumstances makes a person behave in a different way. Because of that, we shouldnt hate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are LOVE, I am LOVE, Humanity is everywhere. If you sigh away from problems and start hating the problems, it will starting hating you. Instead of that, understand the problem and show the LOVE towards everyone. A very good morale. Everyone knows this morale but people take morale just for its name but they dont wanted to imbibe the morale to the heart and act by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE, Without LOVE, I dont exist, You dont exist. Start showing LOVE towards everyone. Ooopps..I am not a preacher..neither a Philosopher..Just a normal human being, craving my thoughts in this free world of Internet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys happen to get this DVD, please do watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast includes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Bullock, Brendan Fraser, Don Cheadle (Acted in Hotel Rwanda)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-113875349100519396?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/113875349100519396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=113875349100519396' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113875349100519396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113875349100519396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/01/crash-review.html' title='Crash - A Review'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-113859423859469989</id><published>2006-01-29T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T18:53:39.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from my camera :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=thoughtspouri-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=B0009GZSSO&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=0000ff&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=ffffff&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography is an Art but I tried my hand on it for the past few months. I dont know what is Photography meant. I am not a professional photography...Its just an hobby for me and there were more worst pictures and there are few good pictures which I considered to be good. Once again Thought of posting them here so that everyone else can just leave their comment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Lutsen Fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/320/IMG_0577.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture in Lutsen. Lutsen is the scenic place in North of Minnesota which is famous for its Fall color and winter snow. I tried to cover the complete Orangle cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Duluth Early Morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/DSCN1520.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/320/DSCN1520.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Lusten, We were stunned by early morning sunrise and the sky beauty. Took this snap with Lake Superior in front and Sky in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Duluth Sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/DSCN1521.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/320/DSCN1521.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again..but this time..I caught the Yellow sun into my camera. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Bird ..Just above my eyes. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0056.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/320/IMG_0056.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was taken when we were going to Statue of Liberty in the Ferry. These birds were just flying along with the Ferry. It was just above my head and doesn't care about the people underneath. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Another Sunset but this time in New York.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/320/IMG_0092.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was caught in the same Ferry on return to the Shore from Liberty Statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Closer catch in Central Park.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/320/IMG_0025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As me and my friend rested on the park bench to get relaxed, I could happen to take a closer look of these tiny birds and so could get hold of one of them in my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Wisconsin water Glitters &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/Picture%20212.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/320/Picture%20212.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again a trip to a place called Stillwater in Wiskonsin and while everyone was in lake enjoying, I was already being in the lake for more time..and so was resting on the boat and thats where I saw the evening sun making the still water glitter in rays. So, Caught that too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Lovely Lilly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/Picture%20216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/320/Picture%20216.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again in the same water got this Lilly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats pretty much it. :) These are some and there are more..For all those, I need to open a site. :P hehe..just kidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=thoughtspouri-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=B0006IWR0M&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=0000ff&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=ffffff&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-113859423859469989?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/113859423859469989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=113859423859469989' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113859423859469989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113859423859469989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/01/pictures-from-my-camera.html' title='Pictures from my camera :)'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-113847526337858479</id><published>2006-01-28T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T13:07:43.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally :)</title><content type='html'>Finally...I have done ..I have accomplished..I have completed...hey..im not complete. What did I achieve? Its nothing more than that SCJP (Sun Certified Java Programmer)..:P Its not a great thing to achieve but it is for me..because I feel more relaxed and happy as it came after 2 long years of poor preparation and lazyiness. At last, I wrote that last week to get a percentage of 83%. May be a small percentage but im ok satisfied with it because I had cleared my hurdle. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a lesson that I had learnt. Biggest lesson is, "Never say tomorrow. Do it now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-113847526337858479?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/113847526337858479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=113847526337858479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113847526337858479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113847526337858479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/01/finally.html' title='Finally :)'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-113739036289331895</id><published>2006-01-15T23:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:46:02.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How close you can fly? :)</title><content type='html'>A click on the ferry to Statue of Liberty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird says to Ferry.."Hey..I am a Bird like you". And my camera caught this ... Thanks Cannon Powershot S1. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0056.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-113739036289331895?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/113739036289331895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=113739036289331895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113739036289331895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113739036289331895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-close-you-can-fly.html' title='How close you can fly? :)'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-113642533014684910</id><published>2006-01-04T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T18:55:57.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Central Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=thoughtspouri-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=bn1&amp;mode=magazines&amp;browse=602344&amp;=1&amp;fc1=&amp;lt1=&amp;lc1=&amp;bg1=&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During New York Visit, I had happened to visit Central Park too. In the cold weather, when I took rest for few mins in the park bench, I could see some beautiful carefree birds. Here is one catch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I dont know the name of this bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0024.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0024.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ducks in the lake, drifting the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0045.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigeons and ????? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0046.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 34th Street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0081.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-113642533014684910?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/113642533014684910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=113642533014684910' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113642533014684910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113642533014684910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/01/central-park.html' title='Central Park'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-113632684726153319</id><published>2006-01-03T16:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T16:22:09.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wish &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;New Year&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;New York in New Year is newer every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright colors, exciting pubs and clubs, long streets, huge crowd and Time square Ball drop is all more attractive for the teens during New Year. This is more than enough to attract young teens and romantic young couples at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/Ball%20Drop.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/Ball%20Drop.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from Ball Drop, New York is very attractive through its tall buildings, architectural monuments, bridges, long roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the must see places in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Brooklyn Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; East River, across form City Hall. NY's favorite bridge and the world's first steel suspension bridge. The walk across the bridge takes about 30 minutes and the views are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Central Park:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 59th to 110th Streets between 5th Ave. and Central Park West. This park has it all! Grassy meadows, wooded groves, paths for jogging, biking, strolling, horseback riding, playing fields, a small zoo, an ice-skating rink, a carousel; an outdoor theater; and numerous fountains and sculptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinatown:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Canal St. &amp; Broadway. It is said to be the largest Chinese community outside Asia. Walk down Canal St. towards the Bowery and smell the food market, its fishes and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Empire State Building:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 350 5th Ave., at 34th St and 5th Ave. New York's original skyline symbol. Visit the observation deck, tickets are $11 adults $6 children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Italy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Canal St. &amp;amp; Mulberry St. Right next to Chinatown, Little Italy has been limited to a couple of blocks on Mulberry street but it still holds its charm with its fabulous restaurants and the Italian feeling in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Statue of Liberty:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The most enduring symbol of New York City - and indeed, the USA. Boats to the Statue leave from Bowling Green, Castle Clinton. Tickets: $10 for adults, $4 for children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York is always alive and its a place a rock with family and friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sites that would be useful if you are first time visitor:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mta.nyc.ny.us/"&gt;http://www.mta.nyc.ny.us/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.panynj.gov/path/index.html"&gt;http://www.panynj.gov/path/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.njtransit.com/"&gt;http://www.njtransit.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-113632684726153319?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/113632684726153319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=113632684726153319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113632684726153319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113632684726153319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-york.html' title='New York'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-113589253750643787</id><published>2005-12-29T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T15:42:17.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Came across this quote from one of my Orkut friend Tanya's blog. Very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"The only thing worth stealing is a kiss from a sleeping child..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-113589253750643787?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/113589253750643787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=113589253750643787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113589253750643787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113589253750643787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/12/came-across-this-quote-from-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-113580084655077985</id><published>2005-12-28T14:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T14:14:06.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love - Thru words of Swami Vivekananda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I once had a friend who grew to be very close to me. Once when we were sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with some water and held it before me, and said this: "You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes Love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how I saw it: As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first cracks it finds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love...they try to posses it, they demand, they expect... and just like the water spilling out of your hand, love will retrieve from you . For love is meant to be free, you cannot change its nature. If there are people you love, allow them to be free beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give and don't expect. Advise, but don't order. Ask, but never demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly practice. It is the secret to true love. To truly practice it, you must sincerely feel no expectations from those who you love, and yet an unconditional caring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day : Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take; but by the moments that take our breath away..... Life is beautiful!!! Live it !!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swami Vivekananda&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/feeling-in-love.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/feeling-in-love.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-113580084655077985?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/113580084655077985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=113580084655077985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113580084655077985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113580084655077985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/12/love-thru-words-of-swami-vivekananda.html' title='Love - Thru words of Swami Vivekananda!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-113579828623222904</id><published>2005-12-28T13:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T13:31:26.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Terror attack at IISc -&gt; Is world a safe place to live?</title><content type='html'>Following is the news on www.rediff.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Correspondent in Bangalore | December 28, 2005 21:15 IST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Updated: December 28, 2005 23:37 IST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person was killed and four injured after unidentified gunmen opened indiscriminate fire in the campus of Bangalore's Indian Institute of Science late Wednesday evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deceased was Professor M C Puri, Professor Emeritus in the Mathematics Department of Delhi's Indian Institute of Technology. He had retired a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The injured are Dr Vijay Chandru a senior scientist of IISc, Dr Pankaj Gupta of IIT, Vijay Patil, a lab assistant at the Dhanvanthri Kshetra, Cadilla Phamaceuticals Laboratory within the campus, and Dr Sangeetha. They were rushed to the M S Ramaiah Hospital. Their condition is stated to be critical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to eyewitnesses, the incident occurred when the victims along with other participants of an international seminar were moving from the J N Tata Auditorium towards the Satish Dhavan auditorium. Four to five people got off a white Ambassador car and started firing at random. The attackers allegedly used AK47s. An unexploded bomb was also reportedly found in the vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guards, who fled as soon after they heard gunshots, said that they could not see how many assailants there were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except Patil, the other victims had been invited to participate in the three-day seminar  organised by the IISc's Department of Management Studies. Patil had come out of his laboratory after hearing the commotion outside and hit by a stray bullet. The seminar is scheduled to be concluded on Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police have arrived on the spot and are combing the area. Bangalore Police Commissioner Ajay Kumar Singh said, "We can't say anything at this stage." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said it appeared that an automatic weapon was used in the shooting. "There is no information on how they came and who they were." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singh said one of the assailants was seen running with a gun for about 75 to 100 metres firing indiscriminately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karnataka Chief Minister N Dharam Singh described the incident as ''unfortunate'' and called for a high-level meeting Thursday morning to discuss the issue and security arrangements for the institute. A pool of blood was visible near the parking lot of the auditorium and a few other places within the campus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another function addressed by Infosys Chairman and Mentor N R Narayana Murthy had just concluded in the nearby T Chowdaiah Hall when the incident occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sources said the possibility of terror attack could not be ruled out given the nature of the automatic weapons used in the attack. A state-wide alert has been sounded."&lt;/em&gt;************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terror Attacks? Why does this happen? Terrorists have the reason that it should happen for some cause but as a human, no one wants an attack. No one wanted to lose their life. IF that is the case , then why does it happen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Im not going to write about that. My concern is, "Why educational institutes?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, on Sep 1, 2004, there was a Terrorist attack on a Russian school that left more 300 school children and their teachers dead. Since then there has been increasing number of attacks on children and school. First and foremost reason which I could think of is if the schools are attacked, children would easily fear to go to school and by this way, its easy to stop spreading education and make one's life miserable without education. We could think more of this kind and more and more reasons would come up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now there is an attack on prestigeous Indian Institute of Science (IISc), Bangalore that killed a well known scientist. There were many other researchers and scientist wounded in this attack. India is now the fastest developing country in this world and its development is based upon the young engineers and its largest human educated force. So, its obvious and clearly known reason that if the educational institutes are attacked, terror and fear will spread like a forest fire to everyone's mind. Terrorisism is now being in shown and poured on institutes that create young minds of this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the solution for all these? Everyday..so many number of attacks..human life is being butchered like animals. We are living in the world of unknown. Living in peace is slowly becoming a Dream. ..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-113579828623222904?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/113579828623222904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=113579828623222904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113579828623222904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113579828623222904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/12/terror-attack-at-iisc-is-world-safe.html' title='Terror attack at IISc -&gt; Is world a safe place to live?'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-113519534942853306</id><published>2005-12-21T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T21:25:06.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of Winter and Christmas Potluck!</title><content type='html'>Should I always post my thoughts in my blog? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Potluck with clients and after the luck, my friend Shakshi Shinghal has come up with an excellent naration of the wonderful party. He had sent that has a forward to all of the TCSers and here it is for you who visit the blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;We had our Happy Holiday Potluck&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday. As the day comes up everybody started thinking bringing something shakable, contestable and of course eatable dishes. We made our entries in the item list who all coming with what items.And finally the day came and we brought our dishes to enjoy the lavish supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we enetered the room the aroma of dainty dishes and portioning of plates sensualizes our olfactory system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still i am able to hear the sound of &lt;strong&gt;Dinesh&lt;/strong&gt; Chips Charmarahat and &lt;strong&gt;Naveen&lt;/strong&gt; cold Drinks Dakaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hema's&lt;/strong&gt; room copyright item Gulab Jamoon Sweet Savoury Smell was speedier than the mail which she sent afterwards to finish off the remaining those mouth watering round globes.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;Hema and Amrutha &lt;/strong&gt;why don't u open or rather teach this secret recipe to others and let them to take the chance.. I believe by doing so u will explore one more great recipe for yourselves of course secret and same time can prove yourselves the best teacher as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey &lt;strong&gt;Nagesh&lt;/strong&gt; u really meant to your name Naag + eesh., brought really Naag like looking Indian sweets,,,  thanks to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh  what is that whispering sound coming from. Clients were amazed by seeing those white small looking like mini UFOs....  ooooooooo  those were Seenus delicious Idlis....&lt;br /&gt;I was knowing that will be the first item to get finished... thats why i stole one piece before hand itself (Chupke se HeheHEhe)...   Sorry Seenu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ranjit&lt;/strong&gt; Raita, &lt;strong&gt;Aakhil n Ramu&lt;/strong&gt; Paneer butter masala, &lt;strong&gt;Jiten&lt;/strong&gt; Veg Pulao was the greatest and daintiest preparation which really quenched the hunger of many like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ganpat&lt;/strong&gt; Curd Pulao having delicate composition :-) and artistic decoration was really commendable, which offcourse establish his astounding cooking skills..  one day I will have tutorial from him....  his sense of portioning dishes really seems to be great.... (guys don think i have taken bribe from him for praising him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arun&lt;/strong&gt; really require punch :-()   brought fruit punch..  but o gosh how can i think of doing that to my sweet adorable Arun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Debleena&lt;/strong&gt; n &lt;strong&gt;Jagdeshwari&lt;/strong&gt; had the super idea and brought some counted Chicken fry... one for her, another for her, next for her again, still again for her only and so on...&lt;br /&gt;ooooo lala la  fried chickens must be thinking how boring my life is ..  my eater is same as of my creator...&lt;br /&gt;i hope next time u won't let ur chickens hopeless..:-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Sundar &lt;strong&gt;Ganesh&lt;/strong&gt; brought Sundal...I was not having the idea of that dish till I tried and found that soothing sweet taste. Really good preparation, i hope we will get invitation in future as well to relish those again in your room and if u wish with your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari Babu.. &lt;/strong&gt;jinko dekh kar hamesha tabiyat hari ho jaati hai  ... came with lemon rice. o what a alliteration...  Hara lemon Hari ne halke se rice mein  Hilaaya... aur phir sabko chupke se Ha Ha Ha Ha Hasaaaya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys can u guess which is the most simple and sober vegetable in all....... Yeah you are correct and that is potato.. very cute looking isn't. Ok can u guess again who is most simple and sober guy in our batch.. well u are correct again... and that is none other than our hillarious &lt;strong&gt;Harish&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking why i am threading these two things.. well the reason is our simplest fellow opted for simplest dish,, and that is Potato fry :-))).. now the combination make sense right.. but the dish was simply great.. thanks to him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey what this goin on, everybody's plate is having either Senthil or Venkat and that too in half peices. I just cann't beleive this. And when i looked at the table many Senthils and Venkats were floating there in one bowl...  o what was that dish...ooooooooo &lt;strong&gt;Senthil Venkat&lt;/strong&gt; curry, oops i mean EGG CURRY, yummy that has been my all time favorite dish. This is the only dish which is liked by all by default especially when Senthil Sentiments and Venkat Vogue is added in this. Really great curry Man. Thanks to both of u to make me feel full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bibins n Glomin&lt;/strong&gt; Global Gourmet dish was really capable to make the client Glad. I think he must be having some other plans in his mind thats why fully customised product he brought:::&lt;br /&gt;kyuon Glomin...Is it or still something other than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saraswati and kapil's&lt;/strong&gt; presence only was having such faboulous flavour that they need not to bring any dish. And my special thanks to them as had they been brought some dishes then it is sure that my and &lt;strong&gt;Chaitanya&lt;/strong&gt; mighty beans feista salad would have remained untouched as people would have crushed on their dishes only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this way we ended out our potluck. Really it was the great fun with all us guys.I was able to see that extra smile on Hari Babu's ever smiling face when one of our Client praises his dish. That time i thought that extra 1 cm smile only is the asset we get by conducting this kind of get togather. And infact this is whole purpose of such gatherings. What more fun it would be when i enjoy your food, you enjoy my food, share with each other. Isn't?? Really Potluck is the pot of luck gifted to everybody this day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-113519534942853306?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/113519534942853306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=113519534942853306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113519534942853306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113519534942853306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/12/start-of-winter-and-christmas-potluck.html' title='Start of Winter and Christmas Potluck!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-113375712337873565</id><published>2005-12-04T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T22:32:03.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Foggy Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0256.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-113375712337873565?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/113375712337873565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=113375712337873565' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113375712337873565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113375712337873565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/12/foggy-day.html' title='Foggy Day!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-113375688882825905</id><published>2005-12-04T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T22:28:08.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>It was my birthday on Nov 26. As usual, there were celebrations and as a routine , here are some of the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0218.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the Cake buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0223.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0231.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-113375688882825905?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/113375688882825905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=113375688882825905' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113375688882825905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113375688882825905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/12/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-113262274635411996</id><published>2005-11-21T19:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T19:25:46.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New York</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, I had gone to New York. I got some pictures and here are few..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm..Dont have mood and time to write abt the trip...Hope pics tell the story..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0170.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0139.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0106.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0074.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0066.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0066.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0060.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-113262274635411996?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/113262274635411996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=113262274635411996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113262274635411996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113262274635411996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-york.html' title='New York'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-113229089683468168</id><published>2005-11-17T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T23:14:56.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow!</title><content type='html'>I could grab few pics of the first snow of the season in Minneapolis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Guys..not getting time these days to update the Blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u enjoy these pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0024.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0024.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-113229089683468168?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/113229089683468168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=113229089683468168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113229089683468168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113229089683468168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-snow.html' title='First Snow!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-113062287396403304</id><published>2005-10-29T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T16:54:33.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Few More from Duluth</title><content type='html'>Got some pics from my friend Arun's Camera of the Duluth Trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are few picks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0037.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0037.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0067.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0068.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0070.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0071.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-113062287396403304?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/113062287396403304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=113062287396403304' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113062287396403304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113062287396403304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/10/few-more-from-duluth.html' title='Few More from Duluth'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-113003886762731886</id><published>2005-10-22T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T22:41:07.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography!</title><content type='html'>You know what? Its weekend and so lots of free time, not like weekdays. So, I decided to do something useful this time. I'm always interested in Photography and decided to browse the Virtual world with some good photography sites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had come across few sites and pictures too and in these sites, you can see some beautiful pictures that strikes the mind so easily, like the pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/06485_0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/06485_0042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/NGM1997_06p108-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/NGM1997_06p108-9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/NGM1998_09p77-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/NGM1998_09p77-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/NGM1998_09p86lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/NGM1998_09p86lo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Here are some of the links. Enjoy..! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.reflectiveimages.com/DeskTopWallpaper.htm&gt;Reflective Images&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.nationalgeographic.com/photography&gt;National Geographic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photographysites.com/&gt;Photography Sites&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.fotoplanete.com/files/fotoplanete.html&gt;FotoPlanet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-113003886762731886?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/113003886762731886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=113003886762731886' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113003886762731886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/113003886762731886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/10/photography.html' title='Photography!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112969322443505304</id><published>2005-10-18T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T22:40:24.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pried Days!</title><content type='html'>Life has become so busy these days and keeps be engaged with work always during the office hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Touch base meetings with the Developers, QA and Business at 9 and with usual "Hi xxxxx..good morning" and greeting everyone else on the call and the day starts with the phone hanging over the ears for next 1 hour. And have to answer all those project related questions and update them all with the issues and raising concerns and asking for deliveriables and life moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the rest of the day goes with few other meetings and getting the code to test for rest of the Team and making sure everybody works on something..and updating the client manager wiht the happenings...Seems to be a good job..but still lacking on many things... Still feels like I didnt achieve anything ... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im being paid for doing something but Am I doing the right work? Is it going to help me for my next step? Im so much confused of my future... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does money all everything? Nope...Something else, we need in this life to make it complete. Do I know what I need to make it complete? I think so..But not sure.............. Where Am I heading for? mmm...................... Looks like Im confused a lot....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112969322443505304?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112969322443505304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112969322443505304' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112969322443505304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112969322443505304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/10/pried-days.html' title='Pried Days!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112917340875233603</id><published>2005-10-12T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:16:48.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YAMUNATHEERAM!</title><content type='html'>Last before week, I had seen Anand Movie. Offcourse..Its a bit old telugu movie that was released last year. But I could see the movie only this year.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not writing the review of the movie but wanted to post the lyrics of the song that I liked most in the movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A melodies song that really touches the heart. Something is really catchy in the song that made me hear to the lyrics and music several times...(may be 50 times). &lt;br /&gt;Here is the lyrics of the song.. (Thanks to Ganesh of Orkut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yamuna teeram sandhya raagam&lt;br /&gt;yamuna teeram sandhya raagam&lt;br /&gt;nijamainaayi kalalu&lt;br /&gt;neela renDu kanulalO&lt;br /&gt;niluvaganE tEnellO poodaari yennellO gOdaari merupulatO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praaptamanukO ee kshaNamE bratuku laaga&lt;br /&gt;panDenanukO ee bratukE manasu teeraa&lt;br /&gt;Sidhilanga vidhinaina chEsEdE pREma&lt;br /&gt;hRudayamla tananaina marichEdii pREma&lt;br /&gt;maruvakumaa anandam aanandam aanandamaayETi manasu kadhaa&lt;br /&gt;maruvakumaa anandam aanandam aanandamaayETi manasu kadhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okka chirunavvE pilupu vidhiki saitam&lt;br /&gt;chinna niTToorpE gelupu manaku saitam&lt;br /&gt;SisiramlO chali manTai ragilEdi pREma&lt;br /&gt;chigurinche rutuvallE viraboosE pREma&lt;br /&gt;maruvakumaa anandam aanandam aanandamaayETi madhura kadhaa&lt;br /&gt;maruvakumaa anandam aanandam aanandamaayETi madhura kadhaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the song from this site too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.raaga.com/channels/telugu/movie/A0000416.html&gt;ANAND&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112917340875233603?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112917340875233603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112917340875233603' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112917340875233603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112917340875233603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/10/yamunatheeram.html' title='YAMUNATHEERAM!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112907149857223366</id><published>2005-10-11T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T18:53:04.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Precious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Request to Everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everyone of us know that there was a devastating earthquake in south Asia..mostly affecting Pakistan. There are already lots of lives being lost and now there is an urgent need to save lots of other people life. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till now, the death toll has been put up at 50000 and half of them are adults and children below 18.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;UNICEF has estimated it would need 12 billon dollars for reconstruction, medical aid and food.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Children are the worse affected..Lets try to save those precious lives.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;UNICEF is rushing up the help for the south Asia earthquake. You can donate in UNICEF website too..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here is the direct link.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.supportunicef.org/site/pp.asp?c=iuI1LdP0G&amp;b=1101213&gt;UNICEF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lets be gracious to help our brothers and sisters! Each Penny counts. Please donate!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Hari&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Note: Please spread the message to your friends too. Together, we can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/11sld5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/11sld5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112907149857223366?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112907149857223366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112907149857223366' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112907149857223366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112907149857223366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-is-precious.html' title='Life is Precious!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112898977374572830</id><published>2005-10-10T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T19:16:13.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How bad nature's fury can be?</title><content type='html'>Came across the news article in CNN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How this is happening? So many disasters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/asiapcf/10/10/quake.asia/index.html&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/asiapcf/10/10/quake.asia/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112898977374572830?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112898977374572830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112898977374572830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112898977374572830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112898977374572830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-bad-natures-fury-can-be.html' title='How bad nature&apos;s fury can be?'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112872912431169208</id><published>2005-10-07T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T18:52:04.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ray of Hope!</title><content type='html'>During Duluth trip, we weren't actually singing songs or making fun in the car, rather we were sleeping for allmost 1 hr on the way to trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the car hit the road, sleep struck the mind... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..to the glory of nature, morning sun with its rays made us to wake up and enjoy the beauty.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those lovely morning sun with little breeze and chill, made me to think of heaven. Can heaven be more beautiful?  I don't know. But, Earth is a lovely place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is different and here is the different pictures caught directly through my friend's camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/DSCN1520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/DSCN1520.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/DSCN1521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/DSCN1521.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is different and so today. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112872912431169208?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112872912431169208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112872912431169208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112872912431169208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112872912431169208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/10/ray-of-hope.html' title='Ray of Hope!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112869147737777127</id><published>2005-10-07T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T08:24:37.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature!</title><content type='html'>Last week, we team members in minneapolis Qwest went to Duluth for a day picnic...and the place was amazing..and I could get some cool pictures from my friend's camera...here are some..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/Picture%20094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/Picture%20094.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/Picture%20133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/Picture%20133.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/Picture%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/Picture%20057.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112869147737777127?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112869147737777127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112869147737777127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112869147737777127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112869147737777127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/10/nature.html' title='Nature!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112847868314203346</id><published>2005-10-04T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T21:18:03.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE IS A MIRCALE!</title><content type='html'>Just few days back, I got curious about birth of a new life into this world from a great human being called woman (or gal or girl or lady) making her a SWEET MOM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking into Internet for videos that describe life better..and came across this website which I felt would be useful for everyone.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/miracle/program.html#&gt;MIRACLE, THE LIFE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got a pic too...You, Me and Everyone have been like this in our mom womb! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/embryo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/embryo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112847868314203346?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112847868314203346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112847868314203346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112847868314203346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112847868314203346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-is-mircale.html' title='LIFE IS A MIRCALE!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112735157498905039</id><published>2005-09-21T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:12:55.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE MOVES ON! :)</title><content type='html'>Back once again to Blog! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time Im writing the same blog as My crap laptop broswer crashed while in the processing the posting the post. So..decided to take a break and thought of writing some other day and so here Im with the post.. (Is there somebody waiting for ur blogs to read? Stupid Hari. :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im writing a blog allmost after 2 weeks. Where I have been all these days? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I busy with Work?&lt;br /&gt;Or I dont wanted to write a blog? or&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't feeling well? or &lt;br /&gt;Is tht I had something important work other than blogging and orkutting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm..Questions to be answered by myself... :) Answer is..I wasnt feeling well and slowly became busy with work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I fall sick? Not sure..may be too much of travelling during September long week..may be due to my own food..hehe..(Now..Im afraid about my friends who had come here to meet me during the weekend as they too took my dosa, pongal and chutni and sambhar..hehe..Fortunately they are good..:) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why did I become busy with work? Didn't I had work these many months in USA? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had work all these months but the work used to be completed without necessary Documentation and now the client is asking for the Documentation and so have to sit down all the 8 hrs in the office and do the documentation work......and also work.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't new for me as I had to do lots of Documentation work when I was in offshore but in Onsite, this happened after slog in activities..and so feeling something different.. Anyways..will get used to it as time passes by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE MOVES ON. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..yeah..one more thing..I had to go to office on both the weekends on saturdays as I need to compensate the days off that I had taken during the week when I had fallen sick. May be another reason for not writing the Blogs. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..buddy..How was the weeks? Was it Ok or good? mmm...It was sort of Ok...Definetly something different in the way I used to work all these months in Onsite. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..that work has brought a change in the way I need to work in the project. I have been asked to lead the project for next release. LIFE DOES REALLY CHANGE. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be a reward or it is just to test the ability of my work? I could definetly say the second. Not a reward..Thts for sure. As I havent done anything phenominal in the project. So..got to catch up with lots of stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..yeah...with work..there are lots of personal things that I need to furnish with and solve. My close friends will be defintly knowing my problems. Wanna, who doesn't have problems in this world? hehehe..Everyone is Human. :) &lt;br /&gt;We are prone to have problems, else Life wont be interesting. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Guys..Let me catch up with some reading work..else my girl friend would kill me.. hehehehehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112735157498905039?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112735157498905039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112735157498905039' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112735157498905039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112735157498905039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-moves-on.html' title='LIFE MOVES ON! :)'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112597582800599900</id><published>2005-09-05T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:03:48.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Shark!</title><content type='html'>Me just inside the look alike of a Shark mouth! (mm..Do they call it has mouth..dont know! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/Picture%20138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/Picture%20138.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112597582800599900?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112597582800599900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112597582800599900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112597582800599900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112597582800599900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/09/inside-shark.html' title='Inside Shark!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112597258883806434</id><published>2005-09-05T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T21:09:48.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwater!</title><content type='html'>Some of the Underwater Pictures taken in Mall of America Aquarium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/Picture%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/Picture%20033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0066.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/Picture%20093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/Picture%20093.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112597258883806434?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112597258883806434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112597258883806434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112597258883806434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112597258883806434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/09/underwater.html' title='Underwater!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112562644947000087</id><published>2005-09-01T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T21:00:49.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurrayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!</title><content type='html'>Hurray..I got the IP!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;IP? mm..yeah..Instruction Permit for Driver's License similar to Learner's License back in India. "So..whts there to celebrate in it? Its just the learner's license na? " :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Guys..I got this IP after 3 attempts of Knowledge test..:( Infact very bad for many reasons...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. I came to USA in December, 2004. So..its been 8 months since I had landed in this part of world. Should have taken it in the first month itself.  It took nearly 8 monts to pass this simple test of 40 questions.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. 3 attempts! Oopsssssss...If i gonna make 3 attempts to a learner's license, how many times would I fail Raod test? ooohhhhhhhhhhhh...Gosch..I should concentrate more.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After this IP, there is one more pending stuff for past several months. I dont know when Im going to take this test. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hariiiiiiiiiiiiii...Common!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112562644947000087?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112562644947000087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112562644947000087' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112562644947000087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112562644947000087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/09/hurrayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title='Hurrayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112544465061488577</id><published>2005-08-30T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T18:30:50.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Katrina!</title><content type='html'>Everyone would have heard stories abt Hurricane Katrina that hit NEW ORLEANS. I just came across one story in Web world. Thought of posting that here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/la-083005voices_lat,0,7059855.story?coll=la-home-headlines&gt;'Why Did God Create Hurricanes?'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad indeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112544465061488577?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112544465061488577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112544465061488577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112544465061488577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112544465061488577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/08/hurricane-katrina.html' title='Hurricane Katrina!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112510864570991564</id><published>2005-08-26T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T21:10:45.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day in Wisconsin Dells!</title><content type='html'>I haven't gone out of minneapolis after allmost 3 months since my return from India. I wanted to go desperately out of this town for some purpose..wanted some sort of relaxation for my troubled mind. And it came at the right time after our BRM visit to minneapolis. Venkat has organised this picnic and though not a well planned one, it came good. I collected few information for the picnic. Thanks to Sahithi of orkut..she is in wisconsin and she gave me an website to look for camp grounds and stuff. Thanks sahithi. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were around 15 of us; venkat, ramu, harish, sudha, nagesh, ashwin, dinesh,srikanth, saranya, kavi, debleena, sharada, saraswathi, jaggu and me. there were 3 drivers and we rented 3 GM Pontec 2005 cars..though it was bit expensive, its worth a ride. so..it hardly mattered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0052.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started on saturday at 7:15 AM from hopkins though we had planned of leaving at 5 in the early morning..hehehe..which people would know tht it will never happen. After few snaps in hopkins, everyone took the seat in the car and the trip started well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 3 hours drive from minneapolis to Wisconsin dells though it took us 4 hrs due to few stoppings in between for taking breakfast. And at last we reached at 11:30..and it was all good drive..with singing..talking..arguing..and discussing stuff. I travelled in Silver Pontec with Venkat has the driver, me in the front seat for few time and then nagesh, dinesh and sudha. we made a wonderful car partners as each of us shared few things in common. That is non stop talking..hehehe..and nagesh with his very good knowledge of outside world, entertained us with his sense humour and attractive speech. He gonna be a great orator. Kudos to u Nagesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching Dells, we first took the Jet boat ride on the Wisconsin river. It was really exciting to travel in the fast boat. It was exciting to see the sedimental rocks and few other things..like eroded rocks due to river level in the bed..and was astonished by these americans...because..these guys get admired by even small things..all those rocks and stuff these people showed during the ride were all common things in India and we never used to even care abt these things. But here..they make it has a tourist spot and inspire people to believe that these are exciting stuff...offcourse..they are exciting if u look keen on them, else gonna everything looks the same. There are few thngs that we can learn from these people. First and foremost stuff is, "how to enjoy life to its extent?"..here they are with new and innovative stuff... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the ride, all of us went to waverunner...Waverunner is the water scooter. 8 of us decided to go for it as few others have been already drove it Florida. This was the most exciting part of the trip. wanna..everyone should go for this..so nice..and so good..so thrillingggggggg...mmmmmm..tht was really amazing...Me and Debleena were on the waverunner...and we were travelling allmost at 50 to 70 mph in the deep lake..its very much thrilling to travel on the lake..with waves running u high and made us to touch the sky..and debleena never got frightened and this has made the ride very exciting..as I got excited after initial test ride..wanna wanted to travel once again. Gosch..take me there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/deb%20and%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/deb%20and%20me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, we went for camping..people were already done with one camp and we struggling on the second camp as one of the camps got some problem with its pole..and after..me..saranya and ashwin got into tht,..we successfully put the pole into position. So..the tents were ready...and gonna be the exciting in the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night..chil breeze, dark night, camp fire.. oops..before tht we wetn for kayaking in the lake in the camp ground. it was another thrilling part as the entire lake was occupied by us. and ashwin falling intot the water and our hero nagesh went to save him and only to find that the lake isnt deep..and after few steps..ashwin could walk to the banks..hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0044.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0039.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes..now..its camping time..with the camp fire in eyes, we played games and pulled each other legs and taking dinner...it was really wonderful..and life was wonderful that night. wanna..wanted to do camping and trekking one more time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day..The most unforttable part in all of us life...We were all thrilled to go to Noah's Ark, its the water theme park with lovely raids. We started at 9:15 with smiles in all of us faces...and all these smile shrinken by 9:25 to find that one of our cars met with an accident. Ashwin didnt stop in the Stop sign and another truck car hit the front side of car..Air Bags and Seat belt has saved people's life...and left with few scratches. 911 was called at 9:35..and they were there by 9:39 with paramedics to be present first, then the rescue people, then the cops. This country got everything in it...it values human lives very much. We were all surprised by the rescue time and their alertness and heart. Saranya got frigtened by the incident and was crying a lot..We could sense her shock. Terrible part in all those 5 who travelled in the car..Ashwin(Driver), Nagesh (Front seat), Sharada, Kavi and Saranya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/car.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, we returned to the camp and have to ask for another car..and in the meantime, its time to console the frigtened people..especially the driver Ashwin. I know..he would have distrubed a lot..the first thing that came in his mind after the incident was..."I risked the lives for 4 precious people"...Yes..he is right. You needed to be alert when u drive and that too when few others travel with u. Lesson to be learnt for everyone. U can see the pics then, u could say how much terrible the accident would have been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning to the camp, it was kayaking time once again..and we never looked like the people who met with an accident. We once again enjoyed a lot with lots of snaps and smiles... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the camp ground officer..he offered us a free stay for the day. Thanks to him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/last.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/last.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the evening, we returned back to minneapolis..we reached at 12:30 as we started late after exciting time in the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all together, it was really wonderful trip..a trip to remember. &lt;br /&gt;Wish, more could come like this..and offcourse not the one like the crash...hehehe.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112510864570991564?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112510864570991564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112510864570991564' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112510864570991564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112510864570991564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-in-wisconsin-dells.html' title='Day in Wisconsin Dells!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112500834728590372</id><published>2005-08-25T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T17:19:07.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Belief!</title><content type='html'>Me and my team member, Sharada, had ended up with an discussion (Argument) of finding out the meaning of BELIEF. I had different views on Belief and she had her own. And finally, I have accepted her thoughts as mine seem to be not logical. These are the quotes from few articles she has refered to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Believe you can do it. Believing something can be done puts your mind to work for you and helps you find ways to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope the above quote helps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above quote was what i meant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind can make the belief come true &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belief does not originate from mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are beliefs?&lt;br /&gt;Here's a simple definition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A belief is an assumed truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, everything is a belief -- including this statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We create beliefs to anchor our understanding of the world around us and thus, once we have formed a belief, we will tend to persevere with that belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond belief&lt;br /&gt;The corollary of our definition of belief  is that if we know something to be true, then it is more than a belief. The tricky question now is 'How do we know that something is always true?' Just because in our experience it has always been true, it doesn't necessarily follow that it will continue to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually belief that things will happen as they have previously happened, because it is useful to do so. As such, this means that everything is a belief. Which is good, from a persuasion standpoint. Because beliefs can be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beliefs and language&lt;br /&gt;Belief is highly entangled with language. If there is a word for something then we believe it exists, as in the Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis. We thus 'language reality into existence'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one reason why people from different countries have difficulty understanding one another. The beliefs are built into the language and the culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what?&lt;br /&gt;So understand that people's beliefs are what they are assuming to be true. Challenge them. Reframe them. They can be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are academic theories about how and what we believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatic Believing: we initially believe everything; then we think. &lt;br /&gt;Belief Perseverance: once formed, a belief will persist. &lt;br /&gt;Conversion: beliefs can change suddenly when we see the light. &lt;br /&gt;Schema: we believe our internal models are accurate. &lt;br /&gt;Selective Perception: we see things through beliefs, not as they really are. &lt;br /&gt;Belief Bias: We accept things that fit into our belief systems. &lt;br /&gt;Fowler's Faith Stage Theory: stages of different levels of religious belief. &lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting point of View. Just a simple and single word has got so much of meaning. :) So..why does this argument started? Because of this quote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"THE THING ALWAYS HAPPENS THAT YOU REALLY BELIEVE IN;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE BELIEF IN A THING MAKES IT HAPPEN&lt;br /&gt;                                           Frank Lloyd Wright(1869-1959)"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112500834728590372?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112500834728590372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112500834728590372' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112500834728590372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112500834728590372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/08/belief.html' title='Belief!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112492345909926409</id><published>2005-08-24T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T17:44:19.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GM Pontac 2005!</title><content type='html'>How will a car that has met with an Accident will look like? That too a new GM Grand Prix Pontac 2005 car and just 1 month old. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/DSC00057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/DSC00057.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our cars met with an major accident during the Wisconsin trip. We were able to grab a picture of it in the garage from one of my friend's camera. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112492345909926409?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112492345909926409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112492345909926409' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112492345909926409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112492345909926409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/08/gm-pontac-2005.html' title='GM Pontac 2005!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112475384228679616</id><published>2005-08-22T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T18:37:22.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bank and Lilly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/Picture%20217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/Picture%20217.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly Flower! Thts wht i guess..hehehe..This weekend, around 15 of us went for Wisconsin Camping and Trip. This picture was caught on the one of the camping ground lakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/Picture%20212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/Picture%20212.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken on the same shore. Just wanted to capture the Glitters of the Water. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112475384228679616?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112475384228679616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112475384228679616' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112475384228679616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112475384228679616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/08/bank-and-lilly.html' title='Bank and Lilly!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112436706156559757</id><published>2005-08-18T06:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T07:11:01.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken today morning as I thought of going for a walk. But it was drizzling. Picture didnt come good. I dont know i changed some settings in camera and it doesnt work properly now. I wanted to take better pic but it was raining and was afraid whether my camera would get spoiled and so have to take the pic in hurry burry. Hope this one is not bad. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112436706156559757?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112436706156559757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112436706156559757' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112436706156559757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112436706156559757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/08/rainy-morning.html' title='Rainy morning!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112432526746334662</id><published>2005-08-17T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T19:34:27.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall Picture!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/IMG_0007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken in the Indian Restuarant "India Palace". Picture was hanging on the wall where we were dining. So, Just thought of grabbing a shot of it. Entire resturant was depicting the indian wall paintings and few portraits of some of the valuable monuments back in India. Though couldn't take picture of everything, I could capture this one. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112432526746334662?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112432526746334662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112432526746334662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112432526746334662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112432526746334662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/08/wall-picture.html' title='Wall Picture!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112428122469495743</id><published>2005-08-17T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T07:20:24.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Sun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/1600/Morning%20Glory1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3590/810/400/Morning%20Glory.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture was taken today morning from my Canon Powershot S1 IS camera from my balcony. Just wanted to see how the sun looks like in the morning, as we can't see through direct eyes, i used my camera's eyes to picture it. Sun looks awesome, it just makes the sky around it looks sexy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112428122469495743?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112428122469495743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112428122469495743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112428122469495743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112428122469495743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/08/morning-sun.html' title='Morning Sun!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112415098131663535</id><published>2005-08-15T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T19:09:59.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Was Mangal Pandey real?</title><content type='html'>Lots of controversies revolve around this name.. im not making any conclusion..just few findings from Web world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.rediff.com/movies/2005/aug/10lp.htm"&gt;Rediff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mangal_Pandey"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/1184856.cms"&gt;Times of India&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not into research whether to say that Pandey was a hero or zero...just collected few articles that says about this so called Freedom fighter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112415098131663535?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112415098131663535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112415098131663535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112415098131663535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112415098131663535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/08/was-mangal-pandey-real.html' title='Was Mangal Pandey real?'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112414394873780760</id><published>2005-08-15T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T17:12:28.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day!</title><content type='html'>Day started with regular stuff and there isn't much difference from other Monday's. Its India's Independence day back in home and we haven't planned for any sort of celecration. So, there isn't anything for this Independence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to office just like any other day and was surprised to see an Independence day celebration invitation from the Project manager. Project manager is the client and american and I was feeling a bid sad on my part for not doing anything but the client has shown interest and even arranged for a cake cutting party for the team members. We were around 13 indians and the client were around 5. But still, we didn't plan for one. Thts an insult from our part. We should have done something. Its not that just because the client has arranged for the celebration, its rather that after coming to USA, how come we could forget to celebrate the most happiest occation of the nation? This one was running back in my mind from the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the time was 1'o clock and the client asked us to assemble in the conference room to share the cake. Cake was well creamed with indian national flag and the client took atmost care as the baker doesn't know the colors. He has chosen the cream colors and told the baker to decorate them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we distrubed the cake, everyone kept quite and were just enjoying the cake. But, I could all feel the same sort of feelings as I had, running over other people's face. But, still they all kept quite..and by 1:15, one of the clients who is from bangladesh, asked us to say abt India. And thats where I started to say things about India. Speech on India made me to feel really great and I had come out of my sadness after the speech. Everyone seem to have been amused on the knowledge I inquire about India and Indian history. Clients were very much delighted about the new source of information that I shared with them all and so my Indian colleques. They all appreciated the way I delivered the speech though it wasn't anything planned.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, the unplanned event for Independence day celebrations ponders in my mind and dont want it to let go for next Independence day celebrations. Dont know where I will for next celebrations, but surely make an memorable for the people around me. May be a visit to Orphanage will do or blood donation. Let me see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..yeah..forget to mention. We frinds went to the movie "Mangal Pandey" on Saturday night and the movie was good. Though, the movie was good, there was some unneccassary sexy scenes in the movie which the Director could have avoided. A Must watch movie. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112414394873780760?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112414394873780760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112414394873780760' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112414394873780760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112414394873780760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-independence-day.html' title='Happy Independence Day!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112367440790405799</id><published>2005-08-10T06:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T06:46:47.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Song with meaning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Another Day in Paradise - Phil collins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been listening to this song from college.. but at tht time was not sure when the song was written and all the history of it..just yesterday got curious abt that and was finding in google. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the lyrics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She calls out to the man on the street &lt;br /&gt;"Sir, can you help me? &lt;br /&gt;It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep, &lt;br /&gt;Is there somewhere you can tell me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks on, doesn't look back &lt;br /&gt;He pretends he can't hear her &lt;br /&gt;Starts to whistle as he crosses the street &lt;br /&gt;Seems embarrassed to be there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh think twice, it's another day for &lt;br /&gt;You and me in paradise &lt;br /&gt;Oh think twice, it's just another day for you, &lt;br /&gt;You and me in paradise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls out to the man on the street &lt;br /&gt;He can see she's been crying &lt;br /&gt;She's got blisters on the soles of her feet &lt;br /&gt;Can't walk but she's trying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh think twice... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord, is there nothing more anybody can do &lt;br /&gt;Oh lord, there must be something you can say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell from the lines on her face &lt;br /&gt;You can see that she's been there &lt;br /&gt;Probably been moved on from every place &lt;br /&gt;'Cos she didn't fit in there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh think twice... "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to know abt this musician? Here is the website &lt;a href="http://www.philcollins.co.uk/"&gt;Phil Collins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112367440790405799?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112367440790405799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112367440790405799' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112367440790405799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112367440790405799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/08/song-with-meaning.html' title='Song with meaning!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112363436812688652</id><published>2005-08-09T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T19:39:28.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>after a week!</title><content type='html'>mm..writing the happenings after a weeeekk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was i busy all these days? not sure...but dont know...may be was not in a mood to write a blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did something funny happened today? ,mmmm...mmmmm..mmmmm...(wait guys..im thinking..heheheh) mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....oh..yeah..."Hurray..I worked in Office" heheheheheheheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thts the most funniest thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me write in a different way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari:&lt;/strong&gt; Guys..I worked today. :)))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hari manasatchi:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Wow..thts good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari:&lt;/strong&gt; Thts the most funnies thing happened today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hari manasatchi:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Wht? Funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes..panni..its funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hari manasatchi:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Wht is funny in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari:&lt;/strong&gt; Because..most of the time in office i used to spend time in orkut and doing some non sense stuff..but today i worked..doesnt it make the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hari manasatchi:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; oh..yeah! it makes..but..how can u say its funny! its rather the best thing happened in you. Be proud of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari: &lt;/strong&gt;mmm....may be ..u r rt! mmm...let me think..are you right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hari manasatchi:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; offcourse..Im. I am ur &lt;em&gt;manasatchi&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari:&lt;/strong&gt; So...You cant be always correct...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hari manasatchi:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Thammudu..nenu eppudu correctgane chepputha.. nannu believe chey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari:&lt;/strong&gt; But..mmm.....mmme....u r rt. bc..i felt happy today in office..wasnt depressed..wasnt feelng lonely..the work kept be busy and the day went fine with work thoughts all the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hari manasatchi:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yup..work is good..enjoy it..dont complain and strive hard and u can achieve lots in life..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari: &lt;/strong&gt;Thanks manasatchi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe..something tried..but went some serious discussion.. hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will write more in next blog.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112363436812688652?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112363436812688652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112363436812688652' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112363436812688652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112363436812688652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/08/after-week.html' title='after a week!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112291474143493093</id><published>2005-08-01T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T11:45:41.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't you pay attention anymore?</title><content type='html'>Just came across the Interesting Topic through mail from one of my friend. So, thought of posting it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;It may be the greatest irony of the information age.&lt;br /&gt;All of that data flying at you by e-mail, instant message, cell phone, voice mail and BlackBerry--it could actually be making you dumber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Edward Hallowell, a psychiatrist who's studied attention deficit disorder for more than a decade, has identified a related disorder he calls attention deficit trait, and he says it's reaching epidemic proportions in the corporate world. Unlike attention deficit disorder, or ADD, people aren't born with ADT. It's the result, he contends, of the modern workplace, where the constant and relentless chatter coming from our computers, phones and other high-tech devices is diluting our mental powers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallowell, formerly a Harvard Medical School faculty member, recently sat down with CNET News.com to talk about ADT as well as when the right times to log off, hang up or take a time-out might be. We paid attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: What is ADT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallowell: It's sort of like the normal version of attention deficit disorder. But it's a condition induced by modern life, in which you've become so busy attending to so many inputs and outputs that you become increasingly distracted, irritable, impulsive, restless and, over the long term, underachieving. In other words, it costs you efficiency because you're doing so much or trying to do so much, it's as if you're juggling one more ball than you possibly can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are some of the symptoms? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallowell: When people find that they're not working to their full potential; when they know that they could be producing more but in fact they're producing less; when they know they're smarter than their output shows; when they start answering questions in ways that are more superficial, more hurried than they usually would; when their reservoir of new ideas starts to run dry; when they find themselves working ever-longer hours and sleeping less, exercising less, spending free time with friends less and in general putting in more hours but getting less production overall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you start to notice ADT as a disorder distinct from ADD?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallowell: So many people would come to me looking for a diagnosis of ADD, and I noticed some of them didn't really have the condition because it went away completely when they went on vacation, or it went away completely when they went off to a relaxed setting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ADD--the true ADD--it doesn't go away, wherever you go. So I realized that these people were having it induced by their work world. When they got to work, then symptoms would start to occur. So that meant that something was going on at work. That something is this overload. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haven't people always had distractions at work? Is this really anything new?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallowell: It's new because never before have we been so able to overload the brain circuitry. We've been able to overload manual labor. But never before have we so routinely been able to overload brain labor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What sort of toll does this disorder take on a person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallowell: Aside from underachievement, you don't ever get the fulfillment of seeing yourself coming up with the ideas you ought to come up with. You don't get the fulfillment that comes from creative activity. You live at a much more surface level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I imagine it takes a toll on the organization as well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallowell: Absolutely. Organizations are sacrificing their most valuable asset, namely the imagination and creativity of the brains they employ, by allowing ADT to infest the organization. It's not that hard to deal with, once you identify it. You need to set limits and preserve time to think. Warren Buffett sits in a little office in the middle of nowhere and spends a lot of his time just thinking. And we are not giving ourselves that opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say this condition is reaching epidemic proportions. What percentage of the working population suffers from ADT, in your estimation?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallowell: I'm guessing now, because I haven't done surveys. But I've done informal surveys at seminars I give. If we're talking about the working population as sort of managers and executives in corporations as opposed to people working at Burger King or something, then I think you're talking 30, 35, 40 percent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say technology in the form of e-mail, voice mail, instant messaging and so on is fueling this phenomenon. It's ironic that the information age is making a lot of us dimmer, isn't it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallowell: Absolutely. Technology is a great blessing. It is behind much of our progress. But if we're not careful with it, it can start running us ragged. This is the person who spends the day responding to e-mail and voice mail; the person who allows himself to be interrupted by the cell phone during an important meeting; the person who stays up late at night because he can't log off the Internet. We need to take charge of it. Right now, it's taking charge of us. We need to preserve time to stop and think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't allow yourself to stop and think, you're not getting the best of your brain. What your brain is best equipped to do is to think, to analyze, to dissect and create. And if you're simply responding to bits of stimulation, you won't ever go deep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are some people just better at multitasking than others?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallowell: No one really multitasks. You just spend less time on any one thing. When it looks like you're multitasking--you're looking at one TV screen and another TV screen and you're talking on the telephone--your attention has to shift from one to the other. You're brain literally can't multitask. You can't pay attention to two things simultaneously. You're switching back and forth between the two. So you're paying less concerted attention to either one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in general, why some people can do well at what they call multitasking is because the effort to do it is so stimulating. You get adrenaline pumping that helps focus your mind. What you're really doing is focusing better at brief spurts on each stimulus. So you don't get bored with either one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have cited software maker SAS as an example of a company actively promoting a more connected, humane workplace, with perks like a seven-hour workday and on-site day care. The interesting thing is that it is a private company and doesn't have to answer to Wall Street. Aren't most publicly traded companies too paranoid and bottom-line-driven for such niceties?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallowell: And yet (SAS) is highly profitable. Its bottom line is robust. It's just that it doesn't have to meet quarterly numbers. It's almost a metaphor for the problem. If you're only working from quarter to quarter, then it's very hard to have a long-range strategy. Hard to weather when you take a dip. This quarter-to-quarter management succeeds in the short term but fails in the long term. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you see a broader corporate backlash against this type of work environment, or do you think it will be up to individuals to manage it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallowell: I think the people in charge will catch on and will take steps. You reach a point of red alert, in which the brain starts to steam and bells go off and whistles go off and people start quitting and productivity declines. We're not quite there yet. I think the smart companies are catching on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any examples jump to mind?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallowell: I was talking to someone who runs a huge fund in New York, and he was saying he demands that his employees take several days a month just to think--to leave the office and just go off and think. He wants them to not bring their e-mail, not bring their cell phone--make themselves unavailable. And I think it's a really smart management strategy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say fear can really rev up ADT? How so?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallowell: When you're in a state of high-level fear, your brain devotes much of its resources to surviving. You go into survival mode. The lower centers of the brain recruit the higher centers of the brain to make sure you're not going to get killed. And you get a big volt of adrenaline and cortisol, and you go into very much black-and-white thinking, on or off, up or down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lose the functions I was talking about earlier: flexibility; ability to see shades of gray, deal with uncertainty, have a sense of humor, entertain new ideas. All of that goes out the window, and you're just wanting to fix it, lest you be annihilated. That's good if you're being chased by a sabertooth tiger. It's not good if you're in your average daily work environment at IBM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it possible for an organization, as an entity, to have ADT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallowell: Sure it is. You can have a whole stock brokerage. Everybody's running around, looking at their Bloomberg, looking at the latest quotes, answering everything. They're pouncing on every bit of stimulation as if it's going to make a big difference. And they have no strategy, or their strategy changes every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all running around, working their tails off. But they're really at the whim of the market. They think they're working hard, and they think they're being productive, but they're not. They're busy, but they're not thoughtful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are certain professions more susceptible to ADT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallowell: I think anything in the corporate world is, particularly these days, with the forces you just mentioned of global competition. Doctors are, in their own way, because we live in a sea of data and a sea of patients and sea of paperwork. Lawyers are, in their own way, for the same reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even moms are susceptible, but it comes in a different way. They're taking their kids from one activity to another, making all these play dates, supervising homework and supervising soccer, and doing laundry and shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I assume that high-tech companies, which are themselves such avid consumers of tech gadgetry, are rife with ADT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but they're also--and this is why I love those people so much--able to say no to it. They're playful. Play is one of the best antidotes to this. They're able to rise above it and get around it. The ones who suffer the most in that field are the ones who don't have the creative powers of the techies, and they just kind of slog along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think this is a generational thing? Kids now are growing up with e-mail, cell phones and so on. Maybe they'll be able to cope better than we do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallowell: I think maybe they'll be more adept with these tools when they get to the workplace, but I think the same principles will apply. How you allocate your time and your attention is crucial. What you pay attention to and for how long really makes a difference. If you're just paying attention to trivial e-mails for the majority of your time, you're wasting time and mental energy. It's the great seduction of the information age. You can create the illusion of doing work and of being productive and creative when you're not. You're just treading water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112291474143493093?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112291474143493093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112291474143493093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112291474143493093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112291474143493093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-cant-you-pay-attention-anymore.html' title='Why can&apos;t you pay attention anymore?'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112281541884685729</id><published>2005-07-31T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T08:10:18.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmmmm</title><content type='html'>Today...im stuck with Fever and headache...plsss...someone come and help me na..:(((((((((((((((((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112281541884685729?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112281541884685729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112281541884685729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112281541884685729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112281541884685729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/07/mmmmmm.html' title='mmmmmm'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112267370765581400</id><published>2005-07-29T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T16:48:27.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring day!</title><content type='html'>Day was really boring as there isn't any urgent work to do and didn't feel like working as we already got struck up with Weekend mood. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got fever and so feeling very tired to work too..eyes were irritating, body pain and sort of aloofness ..dont knw..why the dull was so deaddddd today..wish i could go home and take some nap..mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..in the afternoon, all of the team members including me went to Udipi Indian Resturant and had a good south indian buffet lunch. It was sort of OK..but after lunc, I was feelingggggg...veryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...sleepyyyyy and fever added fire to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna..waiting for 5:15 ..so that..I can go home and take some rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm....enough of writing ..i think..hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112267370765581400?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112267370765581400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112267370765581400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112267370765581400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112267370765581400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/07/boring-day.html' title='Boring day!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112260653582506149</id><published>2005-07-28T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T22:08:55.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day...</title><content type='html'>Day has went fine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6:30 and checked the mails and chatted with one of my frind, took bath, packed lunch, went to office..and the "Quick Test Professional" started at 9:00 and went good for the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faculty from Denver, Larry Warren, has taken the course excellently. He went to each and every student and explained things properly. You could hardly find a person who is so polite and explains things so well and with lots of humour and fun. He is 55 and looks so energetic even at this age. Learned a lot from this old young person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the evening most disappointing thing happened. In office, we have been asked by our project manager not to use internet for personal use and I opened yahoo mail after long time and it so happened the moment i opened it, he saw tht. :( Though he didnt say anything, im afraid he is goin to escalate tht..lemme see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that disappointment, I attended the "TBEM" session. Tata Business Excellence Model. And I was asking so much of questions and arguing very bad for the entire session. Everyone was angry at me as people wanted to leave early and I was just making people to sit and hear my arguments. hehehe...And rest 27 people were cursing me after the session..hehehe...And im known for my non-stop arguements ..and one of my friend said that.."hari..i thought ..i argue a lot..but u wanna is too much..after seeing u..i allmost stopped arguing with people..bc..its really unbearable to argue with u"...hehehehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was another stranger in my life whose name starts with Aa..once I was arguing with that person for a valid topic and that stranger told me.."OK..I least care about that"...ooopsss..when someone says like that..i get so much angry. And infact that person was the one who started the argument and when THAT person found that He/She cant able to argue anymore..told me like that. Its really irritating if someone says.."Whtever..anyway..OK..I least care"...They will get to know how bad it is only if someone says that to them...hehehe..oops..so much philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the evening, went for cricket practise and taled to one of my frind, sumitha. she was very happy today as she defended her Thesis today and sent her pics...Very nice girl. im happy being her friend. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now..im writing a blog after a week. Will try to update these regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..gud nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112260653582506149?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112260653582506149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112260653582506149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112260653582506149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112260653582506149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day...'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112225980159727376</id><published>2005-07-24T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:50:01.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day!</title><content type='html'>It always used to rain heavily in minneapolis..Today its no difference..but this time it rained after allmost a week. Infact , I woke up due to the rain sound only. &lt;br /&gt;So..immedietly thought of taking pics of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another Nature flick pictures. As usual, posting them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Rain" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/IMG_0073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Rain" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/IMG_0074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Rain" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/IMG_0075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Rain" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/IMG_0076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to update the video..Yup..even taken a video of it..let me found out how to do that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112225980159727376?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112225980159727376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112225980159727376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112225980159727376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112225980159727376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/07/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112182894919463656</id><published>2005-07-19T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:10:45.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor show!</title><content type='html'>Day has been really worse..Couldn't deliver the Java session well...and learnt few things after being low for allmost entire day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has to change a lot...Will surely amend life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gud nite..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112182894919463656?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112182894919463656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112182894919463656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112182894919463656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112182894919463656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/07/poor-show.html' title='Poor show!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112146538792721743</id><published>2005-07-15T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T18:26:35.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Song that I liked!</title><content type='html'>I was hearing songs in office and thought of posting the lyrics of the song that I liked today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this is a bit old..I like hearing it everytime..Though the music sounds bit older, somehow I like the song and may be the lyrics, SPB's voice, music..and all these made to give a good soothing and relaxing song to ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song is from the movie "Nuvvostaanante Nenoddantaana" and the song is "Ghal Ghal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the lyrics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Ghal Ghal" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/ghal.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Nice evening. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112146538792721743?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112146538792721743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112146538792721743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112146538792721743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112146538792721743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/07/song-that-i-liked.html' title='Song that I liked!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112120868893489445</id><published>2005-07-12T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T08:48:09.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Minneapolis Snow Pictures!</title><content type='html'>I was just going through some of the pictures in my album and found that I didn't update the pictures that were taken during the month of march in the snow clad minneapolis. all those frozen lake, roomies and lovely pictures...so thought of updating them all once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yuvaraj and Me on top of Calhoun Lake. Its completly frozen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Yuva and Me" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Yuandme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Picture Perfect..hehehehe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture perfect" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Mepose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Once again Me, Ram amd Hariharan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="We3" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/we32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tugging away from the flakes! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Tugging away" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Tug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flag Hosted on headh..:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Flag Hosted" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Flag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Starbucks coffee on leisure..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Starbucks" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Starbucks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sign of world..hehehe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Someone else car" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Symbolofart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Someone else car" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Pose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These should have posted long back..but never thought of it..Just another picture presentation..:)Nothing useful in it..Just few moments to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112120868893489445?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112120868893489445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112120868893489445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112120868893489445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112120868893489445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/07/minneapolis-snow-pictures.html' title='Minneapolis Snow Pictures!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-112070896876576616</id><published>2005-07-06T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:02:48.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed!</title><content type='html'>Can there be some reason for being in depression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today..I ruined the upcoming relationship once again and feeling depressed abt tht.. i dont think the relation will continue anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day has been really bad..Did few things and spoiled the relationship with someone whom i like...Everything is over now..Dotn know..i think..imight have made a wrong decision..&lt;br /&gt;anyway............Life is like that. Let me see how things go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day has been really bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to sleep..bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-112070896876576616?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/112070896876576616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=112070896876576616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112070896876576616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/112070896876576616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/07/depressed.html' title='Depressed!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-111963226539918663</id><published>2005-06-24T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:57:45.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Three Names I go by :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vinoth&lt;br /&gt;2. Uday&lt;br /&gt;3. Vijay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many more are there..the list is endless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three screen names I go by :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skasre (sangeeta)&lt;br /&gt;hello_aml (mrudula)&lt;br /&gt;poorni_chow (poornima)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list is once again endless..gonna have lots of friends..cant really point out one particular id....just for the sake of writing..im writing few with whom i talk these days regularly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three physical things I like about myself :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My chest&lt;br /&gt;2. Eyes&lt;br /&gt;3. Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three physical things don't like about myself :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm...thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. oily skin&lt;br /&gt;2. fast growing hair&lt;br /&gt;3. complexion..(dont know..i like everything in me..this is what my parents has given..Im bound to live with that..no complains...really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three parts of my heritage :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gudiyattam (Native place, where I was born, its near Vellore)&lt;br /&gt;2. Tanjore (Place where I did my degree)&lt;br /&gt;3. Chennai (Lovely place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three things that scare me :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chat&lt;br /&gt;2. Getting too much attached to people&lt;br /&gt;3. Couldnt hold the concentration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three things I look for in a relationship :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love (Affection cannot be without LOVE)&lt;br /&gt;2. Trust (Relationship cannot last without TRUST)&lt;br /&gt;3. Truth (Lies cannot live in relationship)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three things about the opposite sex that appeals me :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm....thinking abt tht...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smiling face&lt;br /&gt;2. cute looking face..&lt;br /&gt;3. Caring Voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three things I badly want to do right now :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop blogging and get back to work&lt;br /&gt;2. Study for JCP exam&lt;br /&gt;3. Stop orkutting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three places I want to go on a vacation :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Complete Europe&lt;br /&gt;2. All good places in USA&lt;br /&gt;3. Good places all over India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three things to do before I die :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Earn for my family, settle by siblings well&lt;br /&gt;2. Be always good to friends&lt;br /&gt;3. Service for the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three of my everday essentials :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Phone&lt;br /&gt;2. Chat&lt;br /&gt;3. Workout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three things I am wearing write now :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Fav Jeans&lt;br /&gt;2. My Specks&lt;br /&gt;3. Gifted watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three reasons why I am posting this :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I couldnt concentrate on reading&lt;br /&gt;2. Dont have any work in office&lt;br /&gt;3. I know what to do but not in a mood to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-111963226539918663?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/111963226539918663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=111963226539918663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111963226539918663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111963226539918663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/06/three-things.html' title='Three Things!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-111887039447724170</id><published>2005-06-15T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T16:19:54.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Dream!</title><content type='html'>Today, there is few work in office and so thought of writing the blog. Day wasn't hectic but involved myself with estimation activities in the morning and in the afternoon, I was feeling more sleepy than ever before. So..was reading the forwards sent my frinds and was caught up with this particular forward "LIVING AN AMERICAN DREAM".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This forward seems to be written by an Frustrated student doing in degree in a school over USA. But, whatever he has said is the life of Desi in USA. Story, slightly varies for an student and working men. Else, everything is same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the forward,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;LIVING AN AMERICAN DREAM&lt;br /&gt;I hear curses.pinch myself.nope.not a dream.It's my&lt;br /&gt;roomie lying next to me and screaming. He's mad at my alarm going off at&lt;br /&gt;6.30AM. Well,I can't help it if he sits up all night chatting with his&lt;br /&gt;friends,enemies and any other human being having a YahooID! Ok.ok...I'll switch it off.slowly open my eyes, and I see my other roomie&lt;br /&gt;standing beside my bed.. bath towel around his waist,toothbrush in his mouth&lt;br /&gt;and giving me the look. "Wasn't it your turn to go to Walmart??.We are out&lt;br /&gt;of toilet paper!" Great! Looks like a fun filled day ahead. After some quick&lt;br /&gt;formalities in the restroom,I manage to find a tee shirt among some pile of&lt;br /&gt;papers, popcorn and coffee cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God well,actually, thank my roomie) for the deodorant!Time for a quick breakfast.as I enter the kitchen,my roomie walks&lt;br /&gt;out munching on a sandwich."Forget it.that was the last one", he says half&lt;br /&gt;asleep. "What about cereals?" I ask. "Finished last week.there's some milk&lt;br /&gt;left.". Milk??. Only if I can find a cup in this jungle. Oh.forget it! One less breakfast won't reduce my life expectancy. I finally make my way out of the apartment not stepping on&lt;br /&gt;anyone or anything. As I walk out, I realize it's raining heavily. All I&lt;br /&gt;have on is a tee shirt and jeans. I stand there thinking of my options. I&lt;br /&gt;can either go back to bed or.hey! There's that guy living next door (don't know his name.they call him 'the guy with the car'. I see five guys wearing 5 layers of clothing, gloves, raincoats and&lt;br /&gt;under one umbrella.all walking towards his car. As he starts his car and&lt;br /&gt;fills up the parking lot with black smoke, I look at him and give him the best smile I could. "You need a ride?" he shouts out like a Hindi movie hero. Well, what do you think?, I say in my mind as I run towards his car. At least, I got to sit on someone's lap.much better than&lt;br /&gt;those worn out seats. Huffing and puffing, the car finally reaches school. I&lt;br /&gt;see all these people staring as six guys come pouring out of the car. Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we were having a gay orgy in here??? I thank the 'guy with the&lt;br /&gt;car', when suddenly I hear this most gayish tune.something like a nursery&lt;br /&gt;rhyme I remember from two decades ago! It was his cell phone ringing.Downloaded it yesterday, he tells me proudly and attends the phone. I hear words like."talk faster"."day time minutes"."gas prices"."classes"."Priya needs a ride?"."Sure no problem"."on my way". As I&lt;br /&gt;walk towards the fridge(to be understood as our school building which likes&lt;br /&gt;to show off its air conditioning powers), I can see my friend, the 'guy with the&lt;br /&gt;car' pull out of the parking lot and driving&lt;br /&gt;off.Metallica music blaring out of his 5 W speakers.with other noises from&lt;br /&gt;the car making it sound like a badly made remix..Some girl somewhere needs a&lt;br /&gt;ride I guess.My brain starts to work as soon as I enter the Fridge( OUR BUILDING). I was supposed to meet my prof today.oh well.I am only 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;late and she must be getting used to it by now. After the meeting,I run to the computer lab and find myself a PC. Man, anyone who walks past the lab might think that the Chinese and Indians are so dedicated and hardworking and determined and studious.but only the privileged few know that while the Chinese actually use the lab to be dedicated and hardworking and everything else, the Indians  are busy strengthening family bonds around the globe. (I would like to take a second here to thank that cool software that can integrate yahoo, rediff&lt;br /&gt;and msn messengers all into one!). After exactly an hour, I just have one more (out of the six) e-mail account to check. As I walk out of the lab, I see this human traffic heading for the&lt;br /&gt;exit. My profs, the department secretary,janitor.I see all of them heading&lt;br /&gt;out. I look down at my watch and realize its 12.time for lunch. 'Lunch'- a&lt;br /&gt;word I knew before reaching this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as the Civil Department offers courtesy coffee, I don't need lunch. I see my roomie by the vending machine, standing there like a lion waiting for his next victim. Finally, it happens. Two unsuspecting desi guys walk towards the machine. One of them - a nerd doing&lt;br /&gt;his Ph.D. is bragging about his research on developing an adaptive control chart to eliminate the difficulties of using a standardized control chart to control processes to his friend who is also&lt;br /&gt;doing a Ph.D. ,.well,TO KEEP HIS VISA STATUS ALIVE!!!!hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as they get their chips and cookies out of the vending machine, the&lt;br /&gt;lion.oops!.my roomie goes to them and I see his hands disappear into the&lt;br /&gt;packs of food. Well,at least he knows to keep himself healthy (or should I&lt;br /&gt;say.filled??). After taking a one hour 20 minute nap in&lt;br /&gt;class, I pick up my assignments and head straight for&lt;br /&gt;the lab. You see, the probability that someone somewhere would have sent me&lt;br /&gt;a mail in the last two hours is quite high. And then it strikes me again. I was supposed to meet a prof for chances on funding. Maybe another day. After deleting the twenty forwarded mails that reached my inbox in the last two hours, I walk back home, catching a glimpse of those flashy cars zooming past me. Someday.I think...and keep on thinking!!!&lt;br /&gt;mindlessly As I open the door to my apartment, I see&lt;br /&gt;my roomie sitting with a bottle of Corona and watching an Amitabh movie for the twentieth time??!! I tell him something's burning in&lt;br /&gt;the kitchen. "Don't worry.its aalu sabji.its for dinner", he comforts&lt;br /&gt;me.Aalu.again?? I ask myself as I find a spot to place my shoes. "Where's my&lt;br /&gt;laptop?", I hear a shout from the bedroom. "Check&lt;br /&gt;in the laundry basket", I hear a reply from the&lt;br /&gt;restroom. "Get off the phone.I wanna use the Internet!"."Hey, its boiling in&lt;br /&gt;here.whichchu**** switched on the heater??". My roomies.they are&lt;br /&gt;all here. "Lets all clean up the place", I say.hmmm.maybe&lt;br /&gt;they didn't hear me. I say it once more."Lets all clean up the place", a bit&lt;br /&gt;louder this time. "Assignment due tomorrow!"."headache"."midterm day after"."Aunt's cousin's friend online!".come the replies! Oh well.might as well do it myself.After I make&lt;br /&gt;some quick phone calls to my friends spread over from Alaska to Florida and&lt;br /&gt;also using up the last two minutes of my phone card to India, I decide its&lt;br /&gt;time for bed. I slip under my comforter cum sleeping bag cum bed spread and&lt;br /&gt;slowly doze off.thinking of sports cars, rock music, hot girls.and all the&lt;br /&gt;good things I used to think about while standing in&lt;br /&gt;line for the visa, under the scorching Chennai sun,&lt;br /&gt;outside the American Consulate..&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on and on and on.............&lt;br /&gt;Talk about living an American Dream.&lt;br /&gt;I should have listened to Dave Mustaine when he sang -&lt;br /&gt;Those who live the life,&lt;br /&gt;will surely live the lie.....".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-111887039447724170?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/111887039447724170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=111887039447724170' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111887039447724170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111887039447724170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/06/american-dream.html' title='American Dream!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-111818906989405620</id><published>2005-06-07T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T19:04:29.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss!</title><content type='html'>Im back after going through the most difficult loss of my life. Loss is irrepecable. I can't still hold on my breath. God has to give me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..time to get recovered. Will write blogs soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-111818906989405620?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/111818906989405620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=111818906989405620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111818906989405620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111818906989405620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/06/loss.html' title='Loss!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-111621238061204130</id><published>2005-05-15T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T21:59:40.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood!</title><content type='html'>These days, i'm not in a good mood.  I'm loosing my temper..and just fighting with people without any reason. I dont know what i need..im just confused.. Wish i could come over it soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-111621238061204130?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/111621238061204130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=111621238061204130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111621238061204130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111621238061204130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/05/mood.html' title='Mood!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-111619445365445472</id><published>2005-05-15T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T17:19:20.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Denver</title><content type='html'>Yet another weekend and another trip. These days, i have been travelling a lot during weekends and not to mention, lot of work during weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;This week, i had to been to Denver to meet my friends. To meet friends and family is always exciting and so i was excited to meet my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I had booked the tickets to Denver, Colorodo 2 months back itself. Yup! I had plans of meeting them long back. I had come to USA on December 25, 2004. That's the day&lt;br /&gt;Tsunami stuck the Indian Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denver? &lt;/strong&gt;Denver is the capital of the State of Colorodo. I live in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Denver is 300 miles away from Minneapolis and car drive is not possible, so i had to&lt;br /&gt;book a flight ticket. Ticket fare is $193, round trip. I had to board the flight on Friday, May 6th at 7:15 PM CST and so i had leave the office at 4:30 PM and reach downtown Minneapolis and take "Ligh weight Train" to Minneapolis International Airport. I reached aiport at 5:30 PM, 1.5 hrs earlier than the boarding time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Airport?&lt;/strong&gt; It was good walking around the airport and i was exploring things as much as possible. Different people from different places, grandma hugging her grand daughter, kids playing around and many.. It was wonderful to see so many people, all walkking around, all looking for their Gates, some getting excited for being in the airport. Not to mention, Minneapolis airport is very big. Its no different from other airports in USA. Well planned, neatly maintained, deeply secured, friendly assistants (Assitants are all senior people who work after retirement, one such lady she was in her 70s but still working). One thing that struck my mind was, "When India is going to get aiports like these?" My Country needs lot of development. We guys just sitting around here just wondering of these big man made creations. My Country needs these kind of airports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School Teacher&lt;/strong&gt; - Now, its the boarding time and boarded the flight at 6:45 PM and my seat number was 12A window. Sky was still bright and sunny. A middle aged woman (might be in her 50s) seated next to me with her husband. Initially, we didn't talk to each other. She smiled at me and said "Hello" and with same flavour I too said "Hi". Flight took off at 7:25 PM and take off wasn't exiting to me as this is not my first flight travel. I had to travel in flight from Chennai, to Mumbai, to Frankfurt, to Chicago, to Minneapolis, when i had to come first to USA. But it was good to see the Minneapolis from Top, Lakes, Long routes. State of Minneasota is called has "State of 10000 lakes". Yup, each and every corner of the Minneapolis, we can see the lakes. School Teacher? What am i talking about after keeping the topic has "School Teacher". The middle aged women who was sitting beside me is a school teacher. Her name is Vicky. We didn't talk to each other even after the flight was in air for 10 mins. Then, I was feeling bored and so I had take the "Yoga Journel" magazine which she was reading. Americans are excited about Yoga. Its a billion dollor revenue generating work in USA. After completing reading Yoga journel, I turned to her and said, "Thank you". That moment, we started talking and the talk didn't end till our landing in Denver. Our topic started with Yoga and went on with Hinduism, Humanism, Culture, Religion, People, India, USA, Love, Affection, Family, Bolloywood, Languages, Food and few more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so much to speak about. She has been doing yoga since 1979 and one sentence which vicky told was "A week with Yoga is not a week, it weak". mmm..She should have definetly smelled the taste of being healthy. She started practising Yoga because she had met with two car accidents and for the broken neck and back, Yoga will rejuvunate the day and so it is. I had to help her in seeing some good Indian films and suggested movies like "Anbe Sivam", "Devdas" and i had to give her sites like Desitorrents to download the movies. She makes Indian food too..likes Indian culture a lot, reads Bagavat Gita, sees Indian movies, the one movie which she still remembers is "Lagaan" and from the movie she was asking about British and Indian Gods and I was too thrilled about answering them all. You know, its really keeps me proud when I say about my country and it's rich culture. Forget to mention, she had come to Denver to meet her daughter and to gift her Grand daughter who is turning 1 yr old on May 8th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged her email id's and it was time to Depart. Flight reached Denver at 8:15 PM, 15 minutes earlier than the specified time. And we said Bye to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt; - Whom did i come to meet? Its Elango, Pranit and Srinivas. We were together in Tidel park for around 1 yr and we used to go along together for lunch. It was good to meet them all once again. Pranit and Srinivas were in Minneapolis too before got relocated to Denver. Srinivas wasn't their in Denver, as he had gone to India for TAS interview. Elango and Chitra came to pick me up in Airport. Chitra is good frind of Elango. Elango was my class mate too back in College. So, we are good and close friends. As we reached Pranit's home, it was fun time to take Dinner. He has cooked Chicken and Aloo curry for me with the help of Sumalatha. Suma too is a friend back from Tidel park, more of lunch partners in Tidel park. Suma is a friendly girl, whom you like just by talking to few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Royal Gorge&lt;/strong&gt; - Next day, it was day of Trip to a place called Royal Gorge. We took 2 cars and were 6 of us. Pranit, Suma, Elango, Chitra, Anand and me. Anand and chitra are batch mates during training in TCS. Me, suma and pranit travelled in one car. RG is 3 hours drive from Denver and Highway drive is always exciting in USA. Broad roads, speed, clean and smooth drive. As we just entered the High way, the first thing that kept my eyes wide open were the snow clad mountains. It was no near to Denver but it was standing very tall and We could spot it from Denver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i]P.S: This is incomplete post[/i]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;World's Highest Suspension Bridge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Bridge" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Bridge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Royal gorge mountain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Mountain" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Mountain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arkansas River&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="River" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/River.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Friends" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Friends.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swingers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Swingers" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Jump.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Building in Denver&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Building" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Building.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lunch at Masala Resturant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Masala" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Masala.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kids dancing in Mexican fare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Mexican" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Mexican.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-111619445365445472?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/111619445365445472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=111619445365445472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111619445365445472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111619445365445472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/05/trip-to-denver.html' title='Trip to Denver'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-111495808545092551</id><published>2005-05-01T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T22:43:56.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive to Stillwater</title><content type='html'>Yet another weekend freakout! This time to a place called "Still Water". StillWater is considered to be the Birth place of the state of Minnesota. People started to settle down around the pictursque St. Croix River and landscape and slowly it attained the status as it is now. Here is the snapshot of the River and the charming trees on the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;St. Croix River&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="St. Croix" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/StCriox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like to know something about the Stillwater, here is the link for you.&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ci.stillwater.mn.us/"&gt;Stillwater.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Not a big city but rather calm and sarine town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate, I and his frind were the one who went to Stillwater. We started at 12:45 PM and my roommate was the only who knows Driving. Stillwater is 35 miles from Hopkins. We got map and everything and started finally at 1:00 after picking up my roomate friend, Chandru. My roommate name is Ram. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=BLUE&gt;Drive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ram had been already to this place last year but still he wasn't sure abt the route. Anyway, i was helping him out with the map but still he is sort of guy with overconfidence and so he missed the path though i told him the correct exit to take. It leaded us to University of minnesota. Though we missed the path but still it was a good experience as we never been to university of minnesota. :) From there, we need to take a U turn to try to reach out 35W. Once again due to confusion, the route led us to Downtown minneapolis. From there, we took 35W south instead od North and it started taking us back to the point where we started. :) So, we need to start everything from scratch..this time we were correct in our path but still due to Ram's over confidence, we need to halt on the way to take help of someone to reach out Stillwater. After reaching, Stillwater, confusion was still persisting as we were not getting the path for the river, we decied to stop at TARGET shop and take lunch. After lunch, we could get the route correctly and reached the river at 3 PM and had a walk around the River. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatest fun was, we were the only unfortunates to visit the place in this winter. :) River was filled with boats and serene atmosphere..but couldn't see human heads. :) This is Spring, but still Winter was on its foot ..refusing to go and was hard on our skin..we were not freezing rather feeling the chillness down to our veins. but still, we could manage for 1 hr or so and were back to our car after taking a walk in Downtown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St.Croix river is beautiful with Green Green mountain on the back, it just garlended itself with colorful withering leaves.&lt;br /&gt;It would be better to putup some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the way to Stillwater&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="St. Croix" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/ontheway.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Church in Stillwater&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Church" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/church.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dreamt of getting car! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Someone else car" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Meandsomecar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chandru and Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Chandru and me" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/chandruandme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Down the Lane&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Down the Lane" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/downthelane.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="me me" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/meme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the car&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="car" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/car.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wow &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="wow" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/wow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baots in River/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Boats" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/boats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Back to home&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Back to home" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/backhome.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come with more blogs! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-111495808545092551?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/111495808545092551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=111495808545092551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111495808545092551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111495808545092551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/05/drive-to-stillwater.html' title='Drive to Stillwater'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-111465398778858828</id><published>2005-04-27T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:29:05.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mall of America!</title><content type='html'>Mall of America -&gt; Biggest mall in america that host Largest Aquarium in the world. Oops..definetly not my claim..thts wht they claim it has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definetly a big mall..but we didn't see much..definelty none of us went for shopping..just went to see how the mall is. How many of us visited the mall? around 10 of us went there..good group..everyone was loving the trip very much..instead of goin by Car..we decided to go by bus and train. From Hopkins, we reached downtown minneapolis by Bus and from there, we took Downtrain train to reach Mall of America. Mall is far away from city and it takes 30 mins to reach the mall..but the train ride was wonderful. Perfectly executed signals..frindly people and everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Mall at 11:00 after missing 2 buses in Hopkins itself due to some lazy people. :) First visit in Mall was the Aquarium. It was really a good experience to me as i never been to an Aquariyum of that kind. Fishes, Sharks, Turtles everywhere. It was an amazing experience to see all those beautiful sea creatures. Some of them are dangerous..some of them are not..it was so good as we were just moving under the water and fishes flying over the head..i will try to put some picture out here..so that everyone can get the glimpse of those pretty creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was lunch time..i had some chinese food..dont know the name..but it was good. Then people started talking abt rides in Roller coaster..i was afraid to enter as i had just taken the lunch and feared of vommiting and so went for the ride after 2 hrs and this too my first ride on these big man made entertainments....me basically a guy from a small town in India..never been to these extremes..and so everything was exciting to me. I believe everyone feels the same way as we are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;offcourse..kids enjoy them a lot than grownups..i heard my frind saying tht she spoke 2 kids who said tht it was there 41st on this gigantic roller coaster. Definetly it was worth..it just spins..twists..and make ur belly fly with butterfly and heart melt in danger of fire..oops..Gosch..tht was wonderful..cant explain them all..but it was just Phenominal! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening, took the same train and back home at 8..and the most worst after reachig is .."Cooking". Anyway..i enjoy cooking and so cooked Poories and Vegetable mix curry. Though curry came good..poori was bit hard...last time when i made it, i thought i knew how to make the poori soft but this time it came hard..can someone help me out in making soft poories? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will come up with next good experience next time! byeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be the biggest blog..as its goin to contain lot of pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Art of Photography..Photographer on the move! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Fish" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Fish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Art of Photography..Photographer on the move2! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Fish" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Fish2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Art of Photography..Photographer on the move3! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Fish" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Fish3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Glittering Fish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Fish" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Glitters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We Group&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Group" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Group.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me and Deepak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Me and Deepak" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/MeandDeepak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me toching Shark &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Fish" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/MetochingShark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star Fish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Fish" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Starfish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trying something..Deepak, saravanan and me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Fish" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Tryingsomething.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-111465398778858828?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/111465398778858828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=111465398778858828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111465398778858828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111465398778858828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/04/mall-of-america.html' title='Mall of America!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-111429610495745441</id><published>2005-04-23T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T17:47:04.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home..Sweet Home!</title><content type='html'>Last week, i have decided to take snaps of my home to send it to my mom back in India. And so i have to try hard in cleaning the home ..espeically the kitchen and bathroom. Finally, took the snaps after 2 hrs of rigurous cleaning and keeping things in place. Thought of posting some of the pics here in the blog.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laptop&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Laptop" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Laptop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kitchen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Kitchen" src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Kitchen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pooja Place&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/PoojaPlace.jpg" alt="PoojaPlace" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Owen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Owen.jpg" alt="Owen" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Washing Machine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Washing.jpg" alt="Washing Macine" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TV&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/TV.jpg" alt="TV" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dinning Table&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Dinning.jpg" alt="Dinning" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Front of home&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Outside.jpg" alt="Outside" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bathroom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/haribabumg/images/Bathroom.jpg" alt="Bathroom" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-111429610495745441?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/111429610495745441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=111429610495745441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111429610495745441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111429610495745441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/04/homesweet-home.html' title='Home..Sweet Home!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-111342693944688434</id><published>2005-04-13T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T16:15:39.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugaadi Celebrations!</title><content type='html'>As everyone know that 9th april was Ugaadi. This Ugaadi was a bit special as well as a bit disappointing too.. First thing is, i did some good stuff on this day and second is i was away from my family for the celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugaadi -&gt; As the name suggests, it means Ugam-New; Adi-&gt;Year. This is what the explanation was given to me by the priest in the Hindu Temple here in minnapolis. I went to temple at 10:00 in the morning and was there till 1:00 hearing all those Ganapathi Pooja and New Panchaanga fortunes for the year. For some Rasi people, this year goin to be a good one and for few other its not goin to be. :) For me, mm..my rasi is kataka..so..u can go and check how its goin to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the afternoon, i slept well for 4 hrs and then went for cycling in the evening and then played volley ball till 9:30 ..and then cooked and ate dinner. So..the day went like tht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday, morning went with chatting and then in the afternoon, i made some good VADA's and went to friend's place with the Vada to share with them..and then took Poori's in their home and came back home..and then played vollye ball in the evening and came back , cooked dinner and then went to sleep..and the sunday too went like tht..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thts it! Everyday passes just like tht without any new thing. Let me see if something good happens in coming future! Definetly work is goin keep me busy in coming days. Have a nice days ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-111342693944688434?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/111342693944688434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=111342693944688434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111342693944688434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111342693944688434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/04/ugaadi-celebrations.html' title='Ugaadi Celebrations!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-111274142709098873</id><published>2005-04-05T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T17:50:27.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April 2nd!</title><content type='html'>Oh no! i made a mistake..Uday's treat was on March 31st not on April 1st. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now its time for another send off party for one of our team member, Srinivas Dusa. He was all of sudden asked to go to Denver without any warning. (Till now i dont know the reason why he was asked to move out of project. Its really skeptical).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to an Indian resturant called "Taste of India". We were around 19 TCS people and all of us had some fun in the resturant tasting Indian food and it was not a good food..but ok. We cant say this is the best in its choice...but we have to take the food as we are paying the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lunch, everyone made fun of each other during introduction of each other to new guys who joined the Minneapolis, QWEST team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm..i did a mistake when i paid the bill. I paid the bill for 12 of my folks and mistakenly given the Indian Credit card. I dont know how much they are goin to charge as the service charge is more for Indian credit credits due to exchange rate. Let me wait for some more time as i need to contact people out there in India for my charge. :(-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..thts all it about..im in a good mood as my responsbility in the project is gone up and taking over some of the projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, i got to attend a meeting at 9 and then another meeting at 9:45 and one more at 10. Oops..i never been to these meetings. Definetly good for me as im goin to interact with clients. Let me see! :)-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-111274142709098873?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/111274142709098873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=111274142709098873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111274142709098873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111274142709098873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/04/april-2nd.html' title='April 2nd!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-111274096389793940</id><published>2005-04-05T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T17:42:43.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First post in April!</title><content type='html'>mm..this is my first post in April. With what should i start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm..let me think! Yup..got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 1st:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Uday's send off party. (Uday is the client employee, he has working with QWEST for 3 yrs and he has now left the company for new venture). We went to an Mongolian resturant called &lt;b&gt;KHAN'S&lt;/b&gt;. We were totally around 17 people(12 TCS and 5 client). It was a Decent resturant. The way, we get the food was completely different for me as i never used to these sort of serving's before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to pick up our dishes, (everything fresh), and stuff in a bowl..stuff as much as u can..(as only one time u can take the food), and make a pyramid out of it...make a big pyramid so tht u can have more food and go the counter and give ur food and the cook will toast ur food well with different kind of oil and sauce and heats it up very well and your Food is ready. And now u got a bowl full of food and eat it well..:)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its completely different process...Im being an converted vegetarain (I always wised to be an vegetarian), i couldn't resist myself in taking non-veg as one of my client said tht non-vegetarain would be could in this resturant if we take it with right combination of sauces. mmmm...my mind asked me to take it and i first took some chicken..(remember everything fresh with flesh :))- ) and then some seafood (i think its prawn, im not sure abt it), and then some other NV ( she said..its a bird), and then stuffed with vegetables and then Noodles and then few hot spicey sauce..and stuffed as much as i can with few other vegetables and finally toasted it and got my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i went back to my table, i already found some starters in the form of chicken and vegetable soup and along with mongolian pappad. After tasting those, i had to take another chicken piece from my team member's plate as he is a strict vegetarain and me being a gracious guy, i took the chicken offered my team member. :)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the main course starts. It was a wonderful food..(I swear, it was). Well toasted and roasted food..i ate all my food without leaving any trace as if i had food. Everyone had a struggle in finishing the food because when we stuffed it, we thought its not goin to be enough, but after we start taking it, it was truely rich enough to full 2 times our stomach. somehow finished the food and paid the bill of 12$ and came to office for doing some stupid stuff once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me talk abt other treat in another post! :)-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-111274096389793940?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/111274096389793940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=111274096389793940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111274096389793940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111274096389793940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/04/first-post-in-april.html' title='First post in April!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462349.post-111205164305080193</id><published>2005-03-28T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T17:14:03.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one!</title><content type='html'>Today im free for sometime and so decided to write another blog. (I told a lie..i have been free for all most all the days since the day i landed in USA :). thts why gone deep into Chatting and lost myself in those oceans. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so much annoyed of chatting ..and im sort of addicted to tht bull shit. Im tryin to recover from tht..infact struggling hard to come out of tht bliss. This one has been good but making myself lazy in doing other works and glues myself to the seat. Wanna i be out of it soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made few best friends out of it and some debacles due to this chatting. Those friends have been truely good all these days and its developing to be best one too. Wanna it made to learn telugu (its my mother tongue but dont know completly), made to me learn typing and talking, keeping best and mull out the bad. But still this addiction is goin out of hands ..its really unbearable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to completly cut the chatting rather i wanted to chat with my close friends always..if i had been rich, i would be calling my friends regularly..but being a poor guy ..i can just chat with them. offcourse..weekend free calling is making me to keep in touch with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in this course..i shouldnt stop talking abt the debacles. Problem with Haribabu Mopathy Gajendran is, he will become close to the people with whom he is chatting. And if he finds them really worth talking, then its the heaven. and who is this Haribabu Mopathy Gajendran? who is tht guy? Why am i talking abt him so much? hahaha..its none other than me and so im talking abt him! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes..i get close to ppl and it so happend tht i started liking this chat friend. We dont chat anymore..but i still remember all those days..i wish tht friend starts realizing the loss i have come across and starts talking to me once again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oopss..why did i become so emotional? :)) stop it hari..everyone wanna goin to look at this one..so..dont reveal the truth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..guys..stopping here. Meet u in someother blog! (Do really someone sees these messages? i really doubt..i just write this for my satisfaction)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10462349-111205164305080193?l=thoughtspour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/feeds/111205164305080193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10462349&amp;postID=111205164305080193' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111205164305080193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10462349/posts/default/111205164305080193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtspour.blogspot.com/2005/03/another-one.html' title='Another one!'/><author><name>Divine Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212806642798216328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/hari_mg1980/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
