tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46737480376886129222024-03-13T04:43:18.196-07:00Vijay Havin's blogAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503892167967870427noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673748037688612922.post-5155658709417881032011-06-06T22:13:00.000-07:002011-06-06T22:33:22.049-07:00Few open questions to amul boy<div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">DISCLAIMER: I DON'T ENDORSE ANY POLITICAL PARTY.<br />Some Facts about Gandhi family and Congress..<br /><br />Rahul Gandhi: <strong>"I feel ashamed to call myself an INDIAN after seeing what has happened here in UP".</strong><br /><br />PLEASE DON'T BE ASHAMED OF U.P. YET<br /><br />Please don't be ashamed of Uttar Pradesh yet. Congress ruled the State for the Majority of the duration Pre Independence to Post Independence.. from 1939 to 1989 ( barring the Periods of Emergency.. Thanks to your Grand Mom Indira G. and a couple of transitional Governments)<br /><br />8 out of the total 14 Prime Ministers of India have been from UP, 6 out of those 8 have been from Congress...<br /><br />I think your party had more than half a century and half a Dozen PM's to build a State...<br /><br />The Reason Mulayam Singh, subsequently came to Power is because your party wasn't exactly Gandhian in their dealings in the State.. So May be If you look at in totality the present chaos in UP is the outcome of the glorious leadership displayed by Congress in UP for about 50 years!<br /><br />So Please don't feel ashamed as yet Dear Rahul.. For Mayawati is only using the Land Acquisition Bill which your party had itself used to LOOT the Farmers many times in the Past!<br /><br /><strong>WHY DIDN'T YOUR PARTY CHANGE THE BILL WHEN IT WAS IN POWER FOR SO LONG?<br /></strong><br />Not that I Endorse what Mayawati is doing.. What Mayawati is doing is Unacceptable..<br /><br />But the past actions of your party and your recent comments, puts a question mark on your INTENT and CONSISTENCY.<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>YOU REALLY WANT TO FEEL ASHAMED</strong><br /><br />But don't be disappointed, I would give you ample reasons to feel ashamed...<br /><br />You really want to feel Ashamed..?<br /><br />First Ask Pranav Mukherjee, Why isn't he giving the details of the account holders in the Swiss Banks.<br /><br />Ask your Mother, Who is impeding the Investigation against Hasan Ali?<br /><br />Ask her, Who got 60% Kickbacks in the 2G Scam ?<br /><br />Kalamdi is accused of a Few hundred Crores, Who Pocketed the Rest in the Common Wealth Games?<br /><br />Ask Praful Patel what he did to the Indian Airlines? Why did Air India let go of the Profitable Routes?<br /><br />Ask Manmohan Singh. Why/What kept him quiet for so long?<br /><br />Are Kalmadi and A Raja are Scapegoats to save Big Names like Harshad Mehta was in the 1992 Stock Market Scandal ?<br /><br />Who let the BHOPAL GAS TRAGEDY Accused go Scot Free? ( 20,000 People died in that Tragedy)<br /><br />Who ordered the State Sponsored Massacre of SIKHS in 84?<br /><br />Please read more about, How Indira Gandhi pushed the Nation Under Emergency in 76-77, after the HC declared her election to Lok Sabha Void!<br />(I bet She had utmost respect for DEMOCRACY and JUDICIARY and FREE PRESS)<br /><br />I guess you know the answers already. So My question is, Why the Double Standards in Judging Mayawati and members of your Family and Party?<br /><br />I condemn Mayawati. But Is She the only one you feel Ashamed for?<br /><br />What about the ones close to you? For their contribution to the Nation's Misery is beyond comparison.<br /><br />You talk about the Land being taken away from the Farmers. How many Suicides have happened under your Parties Rule in Vidarbha ? Does that Not Ashame You ?<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>THE 72,000 CRORE LOAN WAIVER</strong><br /><br />Your Party gave those Farmers a 72,000 Crore Loan Waiver. Which didn't even reach the Farmers by the way.<br /><br />So, Why don't you focus on implementing the policies which your govt. has undertaken, instead of earning brownie points by trying to manufacture consent by bombarding us with pictures of having food with Poor Villagers....<br /><br />You want to feel ashamed. You can feel ashamed for your Party taking CREDIT for DEBITING the Public Money (72,000 crores) from the Government Coffers and literally Wasting it...<br /><br />You want to feel ashamed.. Feel ashamed for that...<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHY ONLY HIGHLIGHT THIS ARREST?</span><br /><br />Dear Rahul, to refresh your memory, you were arrested/detained by the FBI the BOSTON Airport in September 2001.<br /><br />You were carrrying with you $ 1,60,000 in Cash ( Similar to the Arrest of Rahet Fateh Ali Khan recently, because you han't decared that Amount) . US allowed $ 10,000 cash at Immigration.<br /><br />9 HOURS he was kept at the Airport.<br /><br />He was later freed on the intervention of the then Prime Minister Mr.Vajpayee.. FBI filed an equivalent of an FIR in US and released him.<br /><br />When FBI was asked to divulge the information for the reasons Rahul was arrested by Right/Freedom to Information Activists... FBI asked for a NO OBJECTION CERTIFICATE from Rahul Gandhi.<br /><br />So Subramaniyam Swami wrote a Letter to Rahul Gandhi, " If you have NOTHING to HIDE, Give us the Permission"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">HE NEVER REPLIED!</span><br /><br />Why did that arrest not make Headlines Rahul? You could have gone to the Media and told, "I am ashamed to call myself an INDIAN?". Or is it that, you only do like to highlight Symbolic Arrests (like in UP) and not Actual Arrests ( In BOSTON)<br /><br />Because it so happens RAHET FATEH ALI KHAN'S recent arrest was Splashed in the Media and Your arrest in 2001 hardly got a MENTION..<br /><br />Kindly Clarify.....<br /><br />In any case, you want to feel ashamed, Read Along...<br /><br /><br />YOUR MOTHER'S SO CALLED SACRIFICE OF GIVING UP PRIME MINISTER SHIP in 2004.<br /><br />According to a Provision in the Citizenship Act.<br /><br />A Foreign National who becomes a Citizen of India, is bounded by the same restrictions, which an Indian would face, If he/she were to become a Citizen of Italy.<br />(Condition based on principle of reciprocity)<br />[READ ANNEXURE- 1&2]<br /><br /><br />Now Since you can't become a PM in Italy, Unless you are born there.<br /><br />Likewise an Italian Citizen can't become Indian PM, unless He/She is not born here!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dr. SUBRAMANIYAM SWAMI (The Man who Exposed the 2G Scam)</span> sent a letter to the PRESIDENT OF INDIA bringing the same to his Notice. [READ LETTER TO THE PRESIDENT IN ANNEXURE -3]<br /><br />PRESIDENT OF INDIA sent a letter to Sonia Gandhi to this effect, the day she was about to get sworn in 2004.<br /><br />Manmohan Singh was brought in the Picture at the last moment to Save Face!!<br /><br />Rest of the SACRIFICE DRAMA which she choreographed was an EYE WASH!!!<br /><br />So She didn't make any Sacrifice, It so happens that SONIA GANDHI couldn't have become the PM of INDIA that time.<br /><br />You could be Ashamed about that Dear Rahul!!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">THINK ABOUT YOURSELF.</span><br /><br />You go to Harvard on Donation Quota. ( Hindujas Gave HARVARD 11 million dollars the same year, when Rajiv Gandhi was in Power)<br /><br />Then you are expelled in 3 Months/ You Dropped out in 3 Months.... ( Sadly Manmohan Singh wasn't the Dean of Harvard that time, else you might have had a chance... Too Bad, there is only one Manmohan Singh!)<br /><br />Some Accounts say, You had to Drop out because of Rajiv Ji's Assasination.<br /><br />May be, But Then Why did you go about lying about being Masters in Economics from Harvard .. before finally taking it off your Resume upon questioning by Dr. SUBRAMANIYAM SWAMI (The Gentlemen who exposed the 2G Scam)<br /><br />At St. Stephens.. You Fail the Hindi Exam.<br /><br />Hindi Exam!!!<br /><br />And you are representing the Biggest Hindi Speaking State of the Country?<br /><br />SONIA GANDHI's EDUCATIONAL QUALIFICATIONS<br /><br />Sonia G gave a sworn affidavit as a Candidate that She Studied English at University of Cambridge<br />[SEE ANNEXURE-6, 7_37a]<br /><br />According to Cambridge University, there is no such Student EVER! [ SEE ANNEXURE -7_39]<br /><br />Upon a Case by Dr. Subramaniyam Swami filed against her,<br /><br />She subsequently dropped the CAMBRIDGE CREDENTIAL from her Affidavit.<br /><br />Sonia Gandhi didn't even pass High School.<br /><br />In this sense, She shares a common Educational Background with Karunanidhi<br /><br />You Fake your Educational Degree, Your Mother Fakes her Educational Degree.<br /><br />And then you go out saying, " We want Educated Youth into Politics!"<br /><br />Letters sent by Dr. Swami to EC and then Speaker of Lok Sabha are in ANNEXURE 7_36 &7_35 RESPECTIVELY<br /><br />Contrast that with Gandhi Ji , who went to South Africa, Became a Barrister, on Merit, Left all that to work for South Africa, then for the Country....<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHY LIE ABOUT EDUCATIONAL CREDENTIALS?</span><br /><br />Not that Education is a Prerequisite for being a great Leader, but then you shouldn't have lied about your qualifications!<br /><br />You could feel a little ashamed about Lying about your Educational Qualifications. You had your reasons I know, Because in India, WE RESPECT EDUCATION!<br /><br />But who cares about Education, When you are a Youth Icon!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">YOUTH ICON</span><br /><br />You traveled in the Local Train for the first time at the Age of 38.<br /><br />You went to some Villages as a part of Election Campaign.<br /><br />And You won a Youth Icon!! ... That's why You are my Youth Icon.<br /><br />For 25 Million People travel by Train Everyday. You are the First Person to win a Youth Icon for boarding a Train.<br /><br />Thousands of Postmen go to remotest of Villages. None of them have yet gotten a Youth Icon.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">You were neither Young Nor Iconic.:P</span><br /><br />Still You became a Youth Icon beating Iconic and Younger Contenders like RAHUL DRAVID.<br /><br />Shakespeare said, What's in a Name?<br /><br />Little did he knew, It's all in the Name, Especially the Surname!<br /><br />Speaking of Sir Name..<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">DO YOU REALLY RESPECT GANDHI, OR IS IT JUST TO CASH IN ON THE GOODWILL OF MAHATMA?</span><br /><br />Because the Name on your Passport is RAUL VINCI. Not RAHUL GANDHI..<br /><br />May be if you wrote your Surname as Gandhi, you would have experienced, what Gandhi feels like, LITERALLY ( Pun Intended)<br /><br />But you don't seem to use Gandhi except when you are fighting Elections. ( There it makes complete sense).<br /><br />Imagine fighting by the Name Raul Vinci...Even Leonardo Da Vinci couldn't win an Election in India with that Name!!<br /><br />It feels sadly Ironic, Gandhi Ji, who inspired Icons like Nelson Mandela ,Martin Luther King Jr. and John Lennon, across the world, Couldn't inspire members of his party/ Nehru's Family, who only seem to use his Surname for the purposes of FIGHTING ELECTIONS and conveniently use a different name on their PASSPORT.<br /><br />You could feel ashamed for your Double Standards.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">YOUTH INTO POLITICS.</span><br /><br />Now You want Youth to Join Politics.<br /><br />I say First you Join Politics.<br /><br />Because you haven't Joined Politics. You have Joined a Family Business.<br /><br />First you Join Politics. Win an Election fighting as RAUL VINCI and Not Rahul Gandhi, then come and ask the youth and the Educated Brass for more involvement in Politics.<br /><br />Also till then, Please don't give me examples of Sachin Pilot and Milind Deora and Naveen Jindal as youth who have joined Politics..<br /><br />They are not Politicians. They Just happen to be Politicians.<br /><br />Much Like Abhishek Bachchan and other Star Sons are not Actors. They just happen to be Actors ( For Obvious Reasons)<br /><br />So, We would appreciate if you stop requesting the Youth to Join Politics till you establish your credentials...<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHY WE CAN'T JOIN POLITICS!</span><br /><br />Rahul Baba, Please understand, Your Father had a lot of money in your Family account ( in Swiss Bank) when he died.<br /><br />Ordinary Youth has to WORK FOR A LIVING.<br /><br />YOUR FAMILY just needs to NETWORK FOR A LIVING<br /><br />If our Father had left thousands of Crores with us, We might consider doing the same..<br /><br />But we have to Work. Not just for ourselves. But also for you. So that we can pay 30% of our Income to the Govt. which can then be channelized to the Swiss Banks and your Personal Accounts under some Pseudo Names.<br /><br />So Rahul, Please don't mind If the Youth doesn't Join Politics. We are doing our best to fund your Election Campaigns and your Chopper Trips to the Villages.<br /><br />Somebody has to Earn the Money that Politicians Feed On.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">INDIAN NATIONAL CONGRESS</span><br /><br />You want to feel ashamed..<br /><br />Feel Ashamed for what the First Family of Politics has been reduced to...<br /><br />A Money Laundering Enterprise.<br /><br />If MONEY is all the Motivation there is, You can Feel Ashamed for Sonia G's 'POVERTY of AMBITION'<br /><br />You really want to feel Ashamed.<br /><br />Feel Ashamed for what you ' SO CALLED GANDHI'S' have done to Mahatma's Legacy..<br /><br />Meanwhile, I would request Sonia Gandhi to change her name to $ONIA GANDHI, and you could replace the 'R' in RAHUL/RAUL by the New Rupee Symbol!!!<br /><br />RAUL VINCI : I am ashamed to call myself an Indian.<br /><br />Even we are ashamed to call you so!<br /><br /><br /><br />P.S: Popular Media is either bought or blackmailed, controlled to Manufacture Consent!<br /><br />My Guess is Social Media is still a Democratic Platform.<br /><br />Let's ask these questions, for we deserve some Answers.<br /><br />For we are all Gandhi's. For he is the Father of the Nation.<br /><br /><br />To know more, Try looking for<strong> Dr. SUBRAMANIYAM SWAMI</strong>. He is the reason today 2G SCAM is being Investigated!!!</span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503892167967870427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673748037688612922.post-64814000457303262752010-09-03T23:08:00.000-07:002010-09-03T23:11:01.293-07:00The Battle of Algiers (1960) Italian<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RN1DCaM1xRg/TIHijkUH-yI/AAAAAAAAAT8/s6XA_ZPcxwo/s1600/battle_of_algiers.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RN1DCaM1xRg/TIHijkUH-yI/AAAAAAAAAT8/s6XA_ZPcxwo/s320/battle_of_algiers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512936519549582114" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" 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correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಹತ್ತಿಕ್ಕಲು</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಮಿಲಿಟರಿ</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಕರಿಸುತ್ತಾರೆ</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. Col Mathieu military</span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಯ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಮುಕ್ಯಸ್ಥ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಆತ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಅತ್ಯಂತ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಭಯಾನಕವಾಗಿ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಯುದ್ಧ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಮಾಡುವ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಮನುಷ್ಯ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.<br /><br /></span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಚಿತ್ರದಲ್ಲಿ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಸನ್ನಿವೇಶಗಳು</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ತುಂಬಾ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ನೈಜವಾಗಿ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಮೂಡಿಬಂದಿವೆ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಜನಾಂಗೀಯ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ನಿಂದನೆ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, military</span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಯಿಂದ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಆಗೋ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಹಿಂಸೆ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">,</span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಯುದ್ಧದಲ್ಲಿ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಗಂಡು</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಹೆಣ್ಣು</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಎಂಬ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಬೇಧ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಭಾವ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಇಲ್ಲದೆ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಪಾಲ್ಗೊಂಡ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಜನರು</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.. </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಅಬ್ಬ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಅದ್ಭುತ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.<br /><br />tv</span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ನಲ್ಲಿ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> original movie </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಹಾಕೋದಿಲ್ಲವಾದರೂ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> net</span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ನಲ್ಲಿ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> original movie </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಸಿಗತ್ತೆ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, French </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಸರಕಾರ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ನಿರ್ದೇಶಕನ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಮೇಲೆ</span></span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">೫</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ವರುಷಗಳ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಕಾಲ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ನಿರ್ಬಂಧ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಹೇರಿತ್ತಂತೆ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಇವತ್ತಿಗೂ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಒರಿಜಿನಲ್</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> movie</span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ನ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> tv</span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ನಲ್ಲಿ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಪ್ರಸಾರ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಮಾಡೋ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಹಾಗಿಲ್ವಂತೆ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.</span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">೨೦೦೩ನಲ್ಲಿ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> US</span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ನ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> pentagon</span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ನಲ್ಲಿ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> screening </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಮಾಡಿದ್ದಕ್ಕೆ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಫ್ರೆಂಚರು</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ತಗಾದೆ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span title="Click to correct"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ತೆಗೆದ್ದಿದ್ದರಂತೆ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.<br /><br />Director: Gillo Pontecorvo</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503892167967870427noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673748037688612922.post-49021105825865183122010-04-15T03:33:00.000-07:002010-04-15T06:39:37.359-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">HAZAARON KWAHISHE AYASI </span></span></span></b></div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">T</span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">housands of unfulfilled wishes...</span></span></span></span></div></span><div><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></b></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಸುಧೀರ್ ಮಿಶ್ರ ನಿರ್ದೇಶನದ ಈ ಚಿತ್ರ ಬಿಡುಗಡೆ ಅಗಿದು ೨೦೦೩ರ ಏಪ್ರಿಲ್ ತಿಂಗಳಲಿ... </span></span></span></div><div><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಅಸ್ಟಕು ಚಿತ್ರದಲ್ಲಿ ಹೊಸತು ಅಂತ ಏನು ಇಲ್ಲ ಆದ್ರೆ ಪೂರ್ತಿ ಚಿತ್ರ ನಿಂತಿರುವುದು ಒಂದು ಕಲ್ಪನೆಗಳ ಲೋಕವನೆ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಸುವಂತಹ ವಿಷಯಗಳ ಮೇಲೆ ಅದೇ<br /></span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"ಪ್ರೀತಿ </span></span></b></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">ಮತ್ತು</span> <span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> ಜೀವನದ ಗುರಿ"</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> ಇವೆರೆಡರ ಮದ್ಯ </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"ರಾಜಕೀಯ"</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> ಮತ್ತು </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"ನಕ್ಸಲಿಸಂ"</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br />ಚಿತ್ರದ ಪತ್ರದರಿಗಳಗಿ ಮಿಂಚಿರುವ K K ಮೆನನ್, ಚಿತ್ರರಂಗದ ಸಿಂಗ್ ಮತ್ತು ಶಿನೆಯ್ ಅಹುಜ ಇವರುಗಳ ಅಬಿನಯ ನಿಜಕು ಮನಮೋಹಕವಾಗಿದೆ. ಹೆಚ್ಹಾಗಿ ನಿಮಗೆ ಚಿತ್ರದಲಿ ಮನಸೆಳೆಯೋದು ಈ ಕೆಳಗಿನ ಹಾಡು ಕವಿ ಮಿರ್ಜ ಗಾಲಿಬ್ಅವರ ಒಂದು ಪದ್ಯ ದಿಂದ ಅರಿಸಿಕೊಂಡಿದು. ಇಡಿ ಜೇವನ ಈ ಮೂರೂ ಜನರ ಬದುಕಿನ ಇಂಚಿಂಚು ಜೆವನವನು ಚಿತ್ರಿಸುತ ಹೋಗಿದಾರೆ... ಇದರಲ್ಲಿ </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;font-family:sans-serif;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಸಿದ್ಧಾರ್ಥ್ ಒಬ ನಿವ್ರುತ ನ್ಯಯವಾದಿಯ ಮಗ, ಹುಟಿದ ಊರಾದ ಬಿಹಾರನು ಉನತಿಯಡೆಗೆ ಕೊಂಡೊಯ್ ಬೇಕೆಂಬ ಹಂಬಲ ಅದಕಾಗಿ ಅವನು ನಕ್ಸಲಿಸಂ ಸೇರುತಾನೆ, ತನ್ನ ಸುತಲು ನಡೆಯುವ ರಾಜಕೀಯ ಅತ್ಯಾಚಾರ, ದೌರ್ಜನ್ಯ, ಅನಾಚರಗಳಿಂದ ಬೇಸತು ಇದಕೆಲ ಪಾಟ ಕಲಿಸಲಿಕೆಂದು ನಕ್ಸಲಿಸಂ ಸೇರುತಾನೆ ಅದ್ರು ಅವನು ತಾನೇನು ಮಾಡಬೇಕು ಎಂಬುದನು ಮರೆತು ಇನಸ್ತು ಹಿಂಸಾ ಕ್ರುತ್ಯಗಳನು ಎಸಗುತ ಹೋಗುತಾನೆ. ಉಳಿದಂತೆ ಗೀತ ಒಂದು ದಕ್ಷಿಣ ಭಾರತದಿಂದ ವಲಸೆ ಬಂದ ಕುಟುಂಬದವಳು ಆಗಿರುತಾಳೆ, </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;font-family:sans-serif;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ಸಿದ್ಧಾರ್ಥ್</span></span><span id="TRN_304"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> ನ ಮಾತುಗಳಿಗೆ ಮರುಳಾಗಿ ಅವನೆಡೆಗೆ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಬೆಳೆಯುತೆ... ಕ್ರಮೇಣ ಅವಳು ಅವನ ವ್ರುತಿಯೇದೆಗೆ ವಲವು ತೋರಿಸುತಾಳೆ... ಉಳಿದಂತೆ ವಿಕ್ರಂ ಅವನೊಬ ಗಾಂಧಿವಾದಿಯ</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;font-family:sans-serif;" ></span> ಮಗ. ತನ್ನ ಜೀವನದಲಿ ಒಳೆಯ ಕೆಲಸ ಮಾಡಬೇಕೆಂಬ ಹಂಬಲದಿಂದ ತನ್ನ ದಿನಗಳು ದುಡುತಲೇ ಇರುತಾನೆ. ಮುಂದುವರಿಯುತಾ ಅವನಿಗೆ ಗೀತಾನ ಮೇಲೆ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಬೆಳೆಯುತದೆ ಆದರು ಅವನದು </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ONE SIDE LOVE</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> . </span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br />ತುಂಬಾ ದಿನ ಚಿತ್ರ ಮಂದಿರಗಳಲಿ ಈ ಚಿತ್ರ ಓಡಲಿಲ, ಹಲವರು ಹೇಳಿದರು ಈ ಚಿತ್ರ ಒಂದು ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷ್ NOVEL ಇಂದ ಕದು ಚಿತ್ರ ಮಡಿದು ಅಂತ... ಅದೇನೇ ಇದ್ರೂ ಚಿತ್ರ ಮಾತ್ರ </span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">ತುಂಬಾ</span> <span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> ಅದ್ಬುತವಾಗಿ ಮೂಡಿಬಂದಿದೆ. </span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />೧೨ ಅಂತಾರಾಷ್ಟ್ರೀಯ ಚಲಚಿತ್ರ ಉತ್ಸವ ಗಲ್ಲಿ ಬಾಗವಹಿಸಿದು... ಭಾರತದಲ್ಲಿ ೨ Film Fare ಪ್ರಶಶ್ತಿಗಳನು ಗೆದಿದೆ.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />ಮೊನೆ ನಡೆದ ನಕ್ಸಲ ನರಮೆದದ</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> ( </span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">75 security personnel killed in Chhattisgarh Maoist </span></span></span><span id="TRN_459"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ambush </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> )</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> ನಂತರ... ನೆನಪಾಗಿ ಬರೆದಿದು..</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; widows: 2;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wRxmgHdpXYA&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wRxmgHdpXYA&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503892167967870427noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673748037688612922.post-1498194297471944202009-09-21T23:45:00.000-07:002009-09-22T02:51:06.397-07:00Blind questions to myself<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#999999;">When the opportunity or impulse is there... ACT<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#999999;"><em><strong>ACT = Act Concerned to the Time</strong>.<br /></em><br />Why this three letter word irritates us, kindle us, awaken us, alight us…? No answer... But, what is the thing which makes ACT when we need to talk… is this the gravity which encourages us to form the motion of act or what exactly is that, is that a invisible attraction of mind or visible attraction of sense? What makes us think when it is the time to ACT?<br /><br />As I have seen many times in my life, I kept the doors closed when opportunity was knocking hardly from outside. But till today I am not able to indentify myself about one thing! That’s: What inspired me to open a company in Bangalore? Was that idea a factual or wicked minds situation, which was humbling to open a company? Still no answer… Until time becomes everything, nobody can become even a single thing.<br /><br />One thing I can guess about my past! Thinking about beautiful CITATION made my mind soft, sensitive and carved careful to ACT to the situations. When I got bad words in profession I felt like killing myself but when the fact was hard true! No Option, as their no other way except to accept that fact.<br /><br />But did a cup of coffee with a few voice exchanges arouse me to GO AHEAD and open a company? Actually what exactly went on that day? My partner was just willing to open a company and finance for that and my mind was just looking for a support to the strong base. As even I know that, I am writing a stupid and nonsense article on my past. Though even I know it’s a waste of time...<br /><br />As I founded no other way to find the answer on, what exactly inspired me on that particular day and what made me to ACT for that situation? But the result is truly astonishing. VISUAL PERCEPT was never my dream. I just dreamed about a company but those dreams were not having colors, shape and thoughts. But it happened and we both acted according to the TIME!<br /><br />And the fact was I. I acted according to my thoughts carefully… as I am the masterpiece of my own life. And even I feel it’s a magic that I am getting answers to my question day by day. And the thing is I don’t need to complicate all the "reasons" behind my emotions. It's much simpler than that. Two categories finally came in mind; those are good feelings, bad feelings. I locked my option to good feelings… and the route went to success. And then I was attracted by everything which was required - money, people, relations… and tried to PAY ATTENTION to what's being set in front of you.<br /><br />After all things happened I went for a ride to a hill station with my (.......?) and we sat on top of the hill asking ourselves what was our dreams and how it got such a shape, color and what made us ACT, and finally how we both meet and what made us to talk each others? Once we both thought about the love life but the same way, dream was not having any person and the dreams were almost blank _______. Simply we used to spend time with a cup of coffee and used to miss each others. But what exactly is that which is making me to miss someone… is that a attraction or a commitment?<br />No Answer<br /><br />Well no more time is left for me! I have to attend a meeting after two hours and have to prepare for that… and again bring my mind to the present world! And make it ready to ACT according to the TIME!<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#999999;">The question arise is that, either we have to ACT according to the situation or the time… and is time differs from situation? </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#999999;"><br />Never read this article for second time because this is what I am asking to MYSELF and trying to find the answers… </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong><em><strong><em>"</em></strong>You create your own universe as you go along" Winston Churchill</em></strong><br />I am creating my own Univer....! </span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503892167967870427noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673748037688612922.post-31784620674761527332009-06-04T22:43:00.000-07:002009-06-04T22:47:56.863-07:00positive thinking<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">This is nice - finding positive out of every negative - which we don't always manage to do.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>I am thankful...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">1. For the husband or wife who snores all night, because </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>he or she is at home asleep with me and not with someone else.</em> </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">2. For my teenage daughter who is complaining about doing dishes, because that means </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>she is at home & not on the streets.</em> </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">3. For the taxes that I pay because it means that </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>I am employed.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">4. For the mess to clean after a party because it means that </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>I have been surrounded by friends.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">5. For the clothes that fit a little too snug because it means </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>I have enough to eat.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">6. For my shadow that watches me work because it means </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>I am out in the sunshine.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">7. For a floor that needs mopping, and windows that need cleaning because it means </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>I have a home.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">8. For all the complaining I hear about the government because it means that </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>we have freedom of speech.</em> </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">9. For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot because it means I am capable of walking and that </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>I have been blessed with transportation.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">10. For the noise I have to bear from my neighbours because it means that </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>I can hear.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">11. For the pile of laundry and ironing because it means </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>I have clothes to wear.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">12. For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day because it means </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>I have been capable of working hard.</em> </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">13. For the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours because itmeans that </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>I am stilll alive.</em> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">AND FINALLY ....... for received e-mails because it means I have friends who are thinking of me, at least</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503892167967870427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673748037688612922.post-86031915425967820132009-06-02T23:56:00.000-07:002009-06-02T23:59:54.395-07:00Interesting history.......<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Both were particularly concerned with civil rights. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Both wives lost their children while living in the White House. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Both Presidents were shot on a Friday. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Both Presidents were shot in the head </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Now it gets really weird. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Lincoln 's secretary was named Kennedy. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Both were assassinated by Southerners. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln , was born in 1808. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln , was born in 1839. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Both assassins were known by their three names. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Both names are composed of fifteen letters. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Now hang on to your seat. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Lincoln was shot at the theater named 'Ford.' </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Kennedy was shot in a car called ' Lincoln ' made by 'Ford.' </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Lincoln was shot in a theater and his assassin ran and hid in a warehouse. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a theater. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">And here's the kicker... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe , Maryland A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503892167967870427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673748037688612922.post-75750252431523996762009-05-29T00:14:00.000-07:002009-05-29T00:15:30.783-07:00Blind<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">There was a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind.<br />She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend.<br />He was always there for her.<br />She told her boyfriend,'If I could only see the world, I will marry you.'<br />One day,someone donated a pair of eyes to her.<br />When the bandages came off, she was able to see everything,including her boyfriend.<br />He asked her,'Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?....<br />The girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind.<br />The sight of his closed eyelids shocked her.<br />She hadn't expected that.<br />The thought of looking at them the rest of her life led her to refuse to marry him.<br />Her boyfriend left in tears and days later wrote a note to hersaying:<br />'Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before they were yours, they were mine.'<br />This is how the human brain often works when our status changes.<br />Only a very few remember what life was like before,and who was always by their side in the most painful situations.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><em>Life Is a Gift</em></span><br />Today<br />Before you say an unkind word -Think of someone who can't speak.<br />Before you complain about the taste of your food -Think of someone who has nothing to eat.<br />Before you complain about your husband or wife -Think of someone who's crying out to GOD for a companion<br />Today<br />before you complain about life -Think of someone who went too early to heaven.<br />Before whining about the distance you drive -Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.<br />And when you are tired and complain about your job -Think of the unemployed, the disabled, and those who wish they had your job.<br />And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down -Put a smile on your face and think:you're alive and still around.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;">'I believe that those we love are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.'</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503892167967870427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673748037688612922.post-29214429926958354992009-05-29T00:01:00.000-07:002009-05-29T00:04:39.871-07:00GOD WON'T ASK<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">1. God won't ask what kind of fancy car you drove. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">He will ask how many people you took to church who didn't havetransportation.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">2. God won't ask the square footage of your house. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">He will ask how many people you helped who didn't have a house.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">3. God won't ask how many fancy clothes you had in your closet. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">He will ask how many of those clothes you gave away.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">4.. God won't ask what social class you were in. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">He will ask what kind of class you displayed.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">5.. God won't ask how many material possessions you had. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">He will ask whether those material possessions dictated your life..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">6. God won't ask what your highest salary was. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">He will ask if you trampled over any people to obtain that salary.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">7.. God won't ask how much overtime you worked.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">He will ask did you work overtime for your family.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">8.. God won't ask how many promotions you received. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">He will ask what you did to promote others..... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">9. God won't ask what your job title was. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">He will ask did you perform your job to the best of your ability.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">10. God won't ask how many promotions you took to chase a dollar bill. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">He will ask how many promotions you refused, to advance your family'squality of life..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">11. God won't ask how many times you didn't run around on your spouse. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">He will ask how many times you did.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">12. God won't ask how many degrees you had. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">He will ask how many people you thanked for helping you get thosedegrees.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">13. God won't ask what your parents did to help you. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">He will ask what you did to help your parents.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">14. God won't ask what you did to help yourself. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">He will ask what you did to help others.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">15. God won't ask how many friends you had. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">He will ask how many people you were a friend to.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">16. God won't ask what you did to protect your rights. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">He will ask what you did to protect the right of others.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">17. God won't ask what neighborhood you lived in. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">He will ask what other neighborhoods you visited.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">18. God won't ask how many times you told the truth. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">He will ask how many times you told a lie.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">19. God won't ask about the color of your skin...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">He will ask about the color of your heart.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">20. God won't ask how many times your deeds matched your words. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">He will ask how many times they didn't.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503892167967870427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673748037688612922.post-78334671706223684582009-05-28T23:58:00.000-07:002009-05-29T00:00:44.502-07:00Truth about Failure...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Failure doesn't mean you are a failure...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">it does mean you haven't succeeded yet. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Failure doesn't mean you have accomplished nothing...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">it does mean you have learned something. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Failure doesn't mean you have been a fool...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">it does mean you had a lot of faith. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Failure doesn't mean you have been disgraced...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">it does mean you were willing to try. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Failure doesn't mean you don't have it...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">it does mean you have to do something in a different way. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Failure doesn't mean you are inferior... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">it does mean you are not perfect. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Failure doesn't mean you've wasted your life...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">it does mean you've got a reason to start afresh. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Failure doesn't mean you should give up...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">it does mean you should try harder. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Failure doesn't mean you'll never make it...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">it does mean it will take a little longer.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503892167967870427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673748037688612922.post-63068852138335053892009-05-17T22:31:00.000-07:002009-05-17T22:32:36.165-07:00Very nice story ………….Don't Miss to Read it.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">An elderly man in Mumbai calls his son in New York and says,<br />'I hate to ruin your day son, but I have to tell you that your mother and<br />I are getting a divorce; 35 years of marriage... and that much<br />misery is enough!'<br />'Dad, what are you talking about?' the son screams.<br />'We can't stand the sight of each other any longer,' the old man says.<br />'We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call<br />your sister in Hong Kong and tell her!<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />'<br />Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone.<br />'Like heck they're getting divorced,' she shouts, 'I'll take care of<br />this.'<br />She calls Mumbai immediately, and screams at the old man, 'You are not<br />getting divorced. Don't do a single thing until I get there. I'm callingmy<br />brother back, and we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then , don't do a<br />thing, DO YOU HEAR??' and she hangs up. The old man hangs up his phone and<br />turns to his wife. 'Okay', he says, 'It's all set. They're both coming<br />for Diwali and paying their own airfare!!'<br />MORAL: No man / woman is busy in this world all 365 days.<br />The sky is not going to fall down if you take few days LEAVE and meet your<br />dear ones.<br /></span><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">OFFICE WORK IS NOT EVERYTHING IN LIFE and MONEY MAKING IS NOT EVERYTHING IN LIFE. AFTER ALL WE WORK FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S DREAM</span><br /></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503892167967870427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673748037688612922.post-82146545517923401422009-04-17T03:07:00.000-07:002009-04-17T03:08:38.514-07:00THIS IS HOW WE MISS OUT SOMETHING CALLED "LIFE"<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were aloving couple and the boy was the gem of their eyes. When the boy wasaround two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottleopen. He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle andkeep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totallyforgot the matter. The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to thebottle fascinated by its color and drank it all. It happened to be apoisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the childcollapsed the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. Themother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband. When thedistraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he lookedat his wife and uttered just five words.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">QUESTIONS :1. What were the five words ?2. What is the implication of this story? </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ANSWER :The husband just said </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"I am with you Darling"The husband's totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behavior. Thechild is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no pointin finding fault with the mother.Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle away, this wouldnot have happened. No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her onlychild. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy fromthe husband. That is what he gave her.If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there wouldbe much fewer problems in the world</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">".</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> A journey of a thousand milesbegins with a single step. Take off all your envies, jealousies,unforgiveness, selfishness, and fears. And you will find things areactually not as difficult as you think.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">MORAL OF THE STORY:This story is really worth reading. ..... Sometimes we spend time inasking who is responsible or whom to blame, whether in a relationship,in a job or with the people we know.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">By this way we miss out something called LIFE.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503892167967870427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673748037688612922.post-23089437927510130012009-04-17T03:06:00.001-07:002009-04-17T03:06:54.572-07:0015 things you probably never knew or thought about....<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1. At least five people in this world love you so much they would die for you.<br />2. At least fifteen people in this world love you in some way.<br />3. The only reason anyones would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.<br />4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.<br />5. Every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep.<br />6. You mean the world to someone.<br />7. If not for you, someone may not be living.<br />8. You are special and unique.<br />9. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.<br />10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.<br />11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.<br />12. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you believe in yourself, probably, sooner or later, you will get it.<br />13. Always remember the compliments you recieved. Forget the rude remarks.<br />14. Always tell soemone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know.<br />15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503892167967870427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673748037688612922.post-37923771639219115122009-04-17T03:03:00.000-07:002009-04-17T03:06:05.147-07:00Why i didnt get girl friend?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The often repeated topic. It seems to be a mystery until I really start thinking. One of my personal favorites. Why some men can never fall in love or never get girl friends. Many of us just keep complaining, without thinking on what the inherent problem is and found out some important issues which might concur with a majority of ppl who are rocking the same boat as mine. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1) I always sit in the last bench with the other class comrades who feel that it’s possible to get marks sitting in last row. In case of workplace, no girls are there in my project and I have like minded ppl like me as colleagues and wherein my entertainment oscillates between the play stations and cinema theaters. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2) I obviously cant groove and dance, and dance around in a group in a disc by just shaking my head or grooving my hip. Desi music directors are my favorites. I cant wait for a bangra number to crop up. Unfortunately, I am too adept at dancing dappankuthu or Desi dance, not the Americanized western hip hop dance. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">3) I perceive discotheque to be a place where I will have a chance to unleash my dancing potential (dappankuthu) and occupy the center stage with 10 other fellow rogues, immediately throwing out the babes from the vicinity of the dance floor. This automatically repels the women from me (they consider me as out of civilization. But, unfortunately we think that we are the only ppl who can really dance) </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">4) My Intelligence quotient mostly can take in just Jackie Chan, Arnold and Stallone flicks. It can take in just action films whose contents can be absorbed. I just can't take any English Romance films. Desi romance rocks. We invariably are the DDLJ and Hum Aapke Hai Kaun types. Shahrukh, Rajni, Chiranjeev,Kamal, Mohanlal, Mammotty rock. Tom Cruise is a dud!!! and invariably ***...(obv..its becoz of jealousy) </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">5) I can’t eat Spanish, Chinese foods and my fav restaurant invariably happens to be Saravana Bhavan, Anandha Bhavan, Shanthi-Sagar types. Of coz we cant forget Karpagam Mess, Mami's kadai and Murugan Idly. We frankly are clueless as to what are Bella Ciao, Wang's kitchen and things like that, unless we happen to go an a treat organized by the other guyz. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">6) I don't see a reason why I have to go to Barristas or Qwiky's when the local corner "Nair Kadai Chaaya" tastes like nectar and satisfies I more than a Barristas. Lime tea is the best tea to have been invented by an human and I are thankful to nair for providing it to I. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">7) Most of the jokes I know are adult or the local jokes which I can discuss only with my other fellow comrades and which again takes the opportunity from telling a joke to the girl and impressing her. But when I seriously tell very good jokes, the blondes can't comprehend. I have to tell some absolutely "Kadi jokes" (terrible bores) to make them laugh, which I try however, will never come close to. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">8) I obviously don't know how to make use of Yahoo Messenger, and I use it to scold my online friends with the best choice of invectives, ask them to book the latest movie tickets. I unfortunately don't know how to flirt using Yahoo Messenger and are frequently at loss of topics when I want to chat with some girl. Whereas I am deluged with strange topics to discuss with my friend with whom I had lost touch for the past decade or so. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">9) While chatting in messenger, I seriously cant start a topic with a girl. I have seen guyz chatting with girls purely with emoticons for more than an hour. I can never do that. I will have to crack real dumb jokes to start the conversation or falsely extol them. And bet, I can't do the following: Boy : What did you have for breakfast??Girl : I had idli .....Boy: Is it??? Same pinch, no back pinch, I too had idli. (he pinches her) and laughs.Girl : Ouchhh (artificially). It hurts.Boy: Ohh.. I am sorry and (tries to apologise).............then says "I had sambhar for idli."Girl: (excitedly)..Sambharrrrrrrr............ i had chutney....and giggles... I swear, I cant tolerate any longer than this................ And this is not a figment of imagination, by any means. I have seen this...Though I agree there may be exceptions... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">10) I cant sing a Bryan Adams, Sting, George Michael's song. When someone talks about Linking Park, I cannot even imagine who they are and the closest link I can associate with them is Cubbon Park. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">11) I seriously am clueless as to what rock music is. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">12) All through college life, I belong to this boyz gang and even in my gang, nobody has a girlfriend. So there is absolutely an absence of the inspirational factor. With ALL these attributes, it is difficult for guyz like me to fall in love or find a girl. But it is not a sin after all. I guess we are not made for it. We are one among the few in the vanishing tribe. Let us accept that and be proud of that... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We have THE uniqueness that we remain single till we get married and having that trait is really a virtue and who knows, we might be the elite clique in the future. So all those of ppl like me who feel sad that they dont have Gf's, just chill!!! We are not made for it and I swear that for our characteristics, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a GF would not have added any value addition and we are better off staying single till 28 or 30 :-).</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503892167967870427noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673748037688612922.post-79138075092572960942009-04-15T23:54:00.000-07:002009-04-15T23:55:11.309-07:00Love and Life... Dont miss<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">This story tells us something about LOVE & LIFE.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">My husband is S/W Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">nature and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Two years of courtship and now, five years into marriage, would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite; his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about LOVE. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">"Why?" he asked, shocked.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">"I am tired. There are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">He kept silent the whole night, seemingly in deep thought. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man, who was not able to even express his predicament, so what else could I expect from him? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">And finally he asked me: "What can I do to change your mind?"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Somebody said it right... It's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: "Here is the question. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death. Will you do it for me?" </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">He said: "I will give you your answer tomorrow....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">"My hopes just sank by listening to his response. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes.... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but....please allow me to explain the reasons further..... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city. I have to save my eyes to show you the way. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month. I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes. I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I can help to clip your nails and help to remove those annoying white hairs. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face... Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die ... "</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting. .. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">And as I continue on reading... "Now, that you have finished reading my answer, and if you are satisfied, please open the front door for </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">That's LIFE, and LOVE. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Love shows up in all forms; even in very small and cheeky forms. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">It has never been a model. It could be the dullest and most boring form... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... AND THAT'S LIFE</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503892167967870427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673748037688612922.post-76393830514505068242009-04-15T23:47:00.000-07:002009-04-15T23:49:43.235-07:00Mom comes to meet her son...<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Mom comes to visit her son Kumar for dinner......who lives with a girl roommate Sunita. During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice how pretty Kumar's roommate was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between the two, and this had only made her more curious.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Kumar and his roommate than met the eye.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Reading his mom's thoughts, Kumar volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Sunita and I are just roommates." </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">About a week later, Sunita came to Kumar saying, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the silver plate. You don't suppose she took it, do you?" Kumar said,” Well, I doubt it, but I'll email her, just to be sure."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">So he sat down and wrote:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Dear Mother:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I'm not saying that you 'did' take the silver plate from my house, I'm not saying that you 'did not' take the silver plate... But the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Love, Kumar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Several days later, Kumar received an email from his Mother which read</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Dear Son:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Sunita, and I'm not saying that you 'do not' sleep with Sunita. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her OWN bed, she would have found the silver plate by now under the pillow...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Love,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Mom.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Lesson of the day:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Don't Lie to Your Mother............especially if she is Indian!</span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503892167967870427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673748037688612922.post-62666669138299511422009-04-15T23:39:00.000-07:002009-04-15T23:45:33.084-07:00Dream More...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RN1DCaM1xRg/SebTTeeOhzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KfaTCu5SAjA/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RN1DCaM1xRg/SebTTeeOhzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KfaTCu5SAjA/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325175940963010354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RN1DCaM1xRg/SebTTCU2grI/AAAAAAAAAGc/M_aGkvX0d3o/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RN1DCaM1xRg/SebTTCU2grI/AAAAAAAAAGc/M_aGkvX0d3o/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325175933407494834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RN1DCaM1xRg/SebTE74Xm7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/AbM8ynSppsg/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RN1DCaM1xRg/SebTE74Xm7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/AbM8ynSppsg/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325175691159247794" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RN1DCaM1xRg/SebTEujt1rI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QSYK474E4bk/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RN1DCaM1xRg/SebTEujt1rI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QSYK474E4bk/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325175687582963378" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN1DCaM1xRg/SebTEeu4WVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bk0cL92L9Tw/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN1DCaM1xRg/SebTEeu4WVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bk0cL92L9Tw/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325175683334822226" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RN1DCaM1xRg/SebTELUkwdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hTv-CT5QXJU/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RN1DCaM1xRg/SebTELUkwdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hTv-CT5QXJU/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325175678124212690" /></a><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN1DCaM1xRg/SebTEQEAexI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_79EpZoVNMM/s320/2.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325175679396903698" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503892167967870427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673748037688612922.post-55926739480660289682009-04-15T04:22:00.000-07:002009-04-15T04:28:52.292-07:00Couldn't resist sending it to all. (One of the best chain mail)<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Couldn't resist sending it to all. :-)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I want to thank all my friends and other unknown people who have forwarded chain letters to me in 2008.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Because of your kindness: I stopped eating apples for fear that it might have been cut by a fruit-seller having an open wound on his hands & is suffering from AIDS.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I smell like a wet dog since I stopped using deodorants because they cause cancer. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I also stopped answering the phone for fear that they may ask me to dial a stupid number and then I get a phone bill from hell with calls to Uganda , Singapore and Tokyo .<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When I go to parties, I don't look at any girl, no matter how hot she is, for fear that she will take me to a hotel, drug me, then take my kidneys and leave me taking a nap in a bathtub full of ice. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I also donated all my savings to the Amy Bruce account. A sick girl that was about to die in the hospital about 7,000 times. (Poor girl! she's been 7 since 1993...) </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My free Nokia phone never arrived and neither did the free passes for a paid vacation to Disneyland . </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Made some Hundred wishes before forwarding those Dalai Lama, Ganesh Vandana, Tirupathi Balaji pics etc.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Now most of those "Wishes" are already married (to someone else)! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You can add your own notes based on your similar experience and send them to your friends. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If ORKUT deletes my account, it doesn't matter BUT PLEASE DON'T SEND me "Orkut is deleting accounts: Due to sudden rush..." Otherwise I'll delete my E-Mail account! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have daily checked my ATM balance to see if Bill Gates have shared some of his fortune with me for sending those crap "BillGates is sharing his fortune'' emails but nothing happened...<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No Thanks & No Regards whatsoever, A Totally Frustrated Software Engineer.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">IMPORTANT NOTE: If you send this e-mail to at least 28,269,433 people in the next 10 seconds, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Tomorrow will be Today ...</span> </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503892167967870427noreply@blogger.com0