<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322</id><updated>2012-01-13T21:51:11.751-08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Cars'/><category term='The Prophet'/><category term='Short Story'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='Mother&apos;s day'/><category term='Cricket'/><category term='IT'/><category term='Review'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Philosophy'/><category term='Sin?'/><category term='Talkies'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Advertising'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Attitude'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Psychology'/><category term='Flower'/><category term='General Presentation'/><category term='Leadership'/><category term='General'/><category term='Career'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Racism'/><category term='Miscellaneous'/><category term='Personal Technology'/><category term='Faith=Victory'/><category term='Social'/><category term='Motivational'/><category term='Proverb'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Entertainment'/><category term='Humour'/><category term='Passion'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Maself'/><category term='Director'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Fantasy'/><category term='Time Zone'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Mumma&apos;s B&apos;day'/><category term='Chain Letter'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Pros and Cons'/><category term='Inspirational'/><category term='Wonders'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Sandy'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Gift'/><category term='Video Song'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Mr.H</title><subtitle type='html'>Born to WIN!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-5308303448276023786</id><published>2011-05-06T16:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T16:08:48.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Racism'/><title type='text'>Say no to Racism- Part II</title><content type='html'>May be its me and you who doesn't require a name to called in the society but this society has the vision set that way. Read this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you see in him?" asked the immigration officer as he stamped Tarla Karnik-Khan's passport. He was referring to her Muslim husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Her 10-year-old son stood within earshot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarla's family had no objections to her marrying family friend Rizwan, but her encounters with the Establishment have convinced Tarla that Muslims face a black, bleak future, especially if they dare to marry Hindu girls. It was bad enough that the 1984 Mumbai riots had destroyed Rizwan's home. When she and Rizwan went a year later to give notice of their impending marriage to the Marriage Registrar, the clerk there muttered, loud enough for them to hear, "This is happening too frequently now". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should be a special bravery award for every non-Muslim, especially a Hindu girl who dares to marry a Muslim boy. The latest heroine is Thane's Chaitali Shah, who had to almost fight death which came in the form of wrathful relatives, and a conniving police, to reach court and get back to her husband, Naeem Ansari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feudal notion of women as property, and as repositories of family and community honour make any inter-religious marriage risky. But when a Hindu girl marries a Muslim, she fights not only her family, but also the entire Hindu-dominated Establishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 92-93 riots, knowing they enjoyed a free rein, mobs went all out to target Hindu women who were married to Muslim men. Neighbours dragged Zainabbi Pathan by her hair, tried to tie her to an electric pole, set her on fire and then stabbed her leg to prevent her from running. As policemen watched, the 35-year-old Bandra resident begged, "Maaf karo". Her dying declaration described her plight-"They were angry because being a Hindu I had married a Muslim." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-two-year-old Reshma Umar Makki was luckier. Only her home was ransacked repeatedly by neighbours who were looking for her husband. They kept taunting her, "Why did you marry him? Couldn't you find a Hindu boy?" Again, the police did not interfere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviews with women of all ages who've married Muslims show little has changed over the years. In 1969, the year free India saw its first major Hindu-Muslim riots, a hesitant Neema decided to marry the Muslim man she had been in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with through school and college after her uncles, rich Sindhi businessmen, threatened to get the Jan Sangh to attack him. In 1977, a determined Mukta rushed back from her native village where she had been packed off, to tell the police that she wanted to marry Iqbal, who lived in the neighbouring chawl . He had spent the night in the Colaba lock-up after her elder brother had filed a complaint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1993, when the city was still raw from the riots, Padma had to stand and watch as a local inspector warned her boyfriend that next time he got a complaint from her college principal about his hanging around the college he would break his legs. What was a nice Hindu girl like her doing with a Muslim, the inspector asked Padma, leering at her bare legs. Did she think this miya would allow her to display them if they got married? Conscious of his duty as a Hindu, he even called up her family to inform them what their girl was up to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padma went ahead and married Abbas regardless, only to be threatened by her own aunt from Delhi, who couldn't take the sight of her niece in a burqah. "You two won't get away with this. I'll see to it that they come for you," she warned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, the mysterious death of Rizwanur Rehman in Kolkata, the computer graphics teacher who was married to an industrialist's daughter, shocked the nation. But long before that Kolkata's top police officers proved that they were no different from Mumbai's communalised force. Marxists have always known that their ideology did not prevent their own comrades from having strong communal prejudices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in the 70s, left activists Bhairavi and Bilal fell in love in Baroda. Bhairavi could handle her parents' hysterical fear that their Patel clan wouldn't leave their daughter alive. What shattered her was the reaction of their comrades, who thought the two were going "too far". Bilal, who had brushed aside all the occasions when he was not allowed into the kitchen by many of his comrades' mothers, suddenly realised that for a Marxist, casting off religious identity wasn't enough. The world continued to look at him as a Muslim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was brought home to him again in the 92-93 riots, when he had to flee Mumbai with his little daughter. It was ironic that it was the same kind of violence that had made him lose faith and turn "fanatically atheist". In 1969, as a Std X student, Bilal fled with his family to the Muslim basti as his house was looted and set on fire by boys he had known as family friends. He never prayed again. So in the 58th year of our Constitution that promises freedom of religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and equality before law, here's wishing Chaitali Shah and Naeem Ansari a safe married life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Some names have been changed) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Review/When_a_Hindu_girl_marries_a_Muslim/articleshow/2751930.cms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bharathiar sung &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;சாதிகள் -இல்லையடி பாப்பா;- குலத்&lt;br /&gt;தாழ்ச்சி உயர்ச்சிசொல்லல் பாவம்;&lt;br /&gt;நீதி, உயர்ந்தமதி, கல்வி - அன்பு&lt;br /&gt;நிறைய உடையவர்கள் மேலோர்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think anyone can remember this. Thinking to change the society is something that cannot be done over night. When the time goes we will be in the corner to bid adieu to life. I can only say that 'I am positive'. Because, I cannot count the breath of this human life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring cheers with your eyes. Good luck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-5308303448276023786?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/5308303448276023786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=5308303448276023786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5308303448276023786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5308303448276023786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2011/05/say-no-to-racism-part-ii.html' title='Say no to Racism- Part II'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-1064446156303214247</id><published>2011-05-06T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T16:16:22.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Racism'/><title type='text'>Say no to Racism</title><content type='html'>The following scene took place on a BA flight between &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johannesburg and London. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A White woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a Black man. Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air Hostess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madam, what is the matter," the Hostess asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You obviously do not see it then?" she responded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You placed me next to a Black man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me an alternative seat." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be calm please, " the Hostess replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Almost all the places on this flight are taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go to see if another seat is available." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hostess went away and then came back a few minutes later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madam, just as I thought, there are no other available seats in the Economy class. I spoke to the Captain and he informed me that there is also no seats in the Business class. All the same, we still have one seat in the First class." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the woman could say anything, the Hostess continued: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is not usual for our company to permit someone from the Economy class to sit in the First class. However, given the circumstances, the Captain feels that it would be scandalous to make someone sit next to someone so disgusting." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned to the Black guy, and said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore, Sir, if you would like to, please collect your hand luggage, a seat awaits you in First class." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, the other passengers who were shocked by what they had just witnessed stood up and applauded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-1064446156303214247?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/1064446156303214247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=1064446156303214247&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1064446156303214247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1064446156303214247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2011/05/say-not-to-racism.html' title='Say no to Racism'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-1163114795508220500</id><published>2011-05-06T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T16:01:21.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>Try try try but don't cry</title><content type='html'>Thomas Edison tried two thousand different materials in &lt;br /&gt;search of a filament for the light bulb. When none worked &lt;br /&gt;satisfactorily, his assistant complained, "All our work is &lt;br /&gt;in vain. We have learned nothing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edison replied very confidently, "Oh, we have come a &lt;br /&gt;long way and we have learned a lot. We now know that &lt;br /&gt;there are two thousand elements which we cannot use &lt;br /&gt;to make a good light bulb."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-1163114795508220500?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/1163114795508220500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=1163114795508220500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1163114795508220500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1163114795508220500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2011/05/try-try-try-but-dont-cry.html' title='Try try try but don&apos;t cry'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-645902721279646120</id><published>2011-03-18T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T15:01:13.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>கல்யாணம்?!</title><content type='html'>நம்ம பயலுவ எல்லாம் ஏன்டா கல்யாணம்னா இப்படி தெரிச்சு ஒடுரானுகணு பாத்தா இப்பத்தான தெரியுது. என்னத்த கன்னய்யா RENJUKU "என்னத்த சொல்லி என்னத்த பாத்து (து) கேட்டு" படிங்க படிங்க‌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;சாப்ட்வேர் படிச்ச நம்ம ஊரு பொண்ணு ஒண்ணு இருக்குது டா தம்பி கல்யாணம் கட்டிகிற வயசு வந்துருச்சு உனக்கும். தாத்தாக்கு வேர வயசு ஆயிபோச்சுணு அம்மா சொல்ல "ஏம்மா தாத்தானா வயசு அதிகமா தானாமா இருக்கும் நு சொல்ல முடியாம மன்டைய வேற மாதிரி ஆட்டுனதில அம்மா confuse ஆயி, பாத்தீங்களா பாத்தீங்களா எம்புள்ள என்ர பேச்ச என்னைக்கும்.....balance நீங்களே பிஃல் பண்ணிக்கங்க..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;இந்த பயபுள்ள பேசின பேச்சே அம்புட்டு தான்..பேஃக் டு அம்மணி!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தந்தை: பாப்பா (புரியுது மக்களே :‍)) படிப்ப நல்ல படியா முடிச்சுட்ட, இனி உனக்கு ஒரு கல்யாணத்த பண்ணி பாத்துட்டோம்ணா எங்க கடமை முடிஞ்ஞிரும் (உங்க கடம முடிஞ்ஞிரும் சரி அந்த பயபுள்ள வாழ்க்கையே முடிஞ்ஞிரும் ல...கேக்குது மக்களே உங்க mind voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தாய்: பாப்பா, கண்ணு, சாமி, தங்கம், அம்மாடி, ராசாத்தி (ஓகே, மக்களே டயர்டு ஆயிட்டிங்களா?) உனக்கு ஒரு நல்ல இஞ்சினியர் மாப்பிள்ளயா படிச்ச பையனா எலிகாப்டர் எரொப்பிலென் (first spelling correct ah adinga) ஓட்ரவனா பார்த்துடலாம்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணி: டாடி, மம்மி, இஞ்சினியரிங் படிச்ச பையனா? அது UG தானே. நான் PG ல‌ படிச்சிருக்கேன்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தந்தை: அ (பேச try பண்றாறாமா?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தாய்: "ம்" நு ஒரு சவுண்டு&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தந்தை: சரிம்மா. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தாய்: PG படிச்ச மாப்பிள்ளையா பார்த்துடுவோம்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணி: எனக்கு சமமா மாப்பிள்ளை பார்த்தா, என் மதிப்பு குறைஞ்சிடுமே.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தாய்: பாப்பா, இஞ்சினியர் படிச்ச மாப்பிள்ளைனா வேண்டாங்கற, PG மாப்பிள்ளைனா வேண்டாங்கிற. அப்ப என்ன தான் படிச்சிருக்கனும்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தந்தை: அ (மறுபடியும் பேச try பண்றாறாமா?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தாய்: "ஷ்" (இந்தம்மா பெரிய music director போல ண்ர உங்க doubt கேட்ருச்சு) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தந்தை: சரிம்மா. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணி: PG பண்ணிருக்கனும். பட் arrears வச்சிருக்கணும். (அதாகப்பட்டது மக்களே, invitation ல‌ மாப்பிள்ளை பேருக்கு பின்னால டிகிரிக்கு மேல கோடு போட்டுருக்கணும்...புரியுதா ஜனங்களே அம்மணி யோட புத்திசாலித்தனத்த?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தாய்: சூப்பரா இருக்கு பாப்பா. அடுத்து&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தந்தை: வெளியே கடவுள், உள்ளே மிருகம் RENJUKU&lt;br /&gt;பீல் பண்றார் (மனசுக்குள்ள)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணி: எனக்கு என் கெரியர்/ஆம்பிசன் தான் முக்கியம் (என்னது ambulance ஆ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தந்தை: டிபன் கெரியரா? அதுக்கென்னமா நல்லதா பார்த்து வாங்கி தரேன்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணி: டாடிடி! மம்மி டாடிய பாருங்க&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தாய்: %$#^&amp;@!@#$^$&amp;$@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தந்தை: !!! (ஆப் ஆயிட்டாருங்கோ..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணி: நான் சொல்றது என்னோட ப்ரஃபஷன். எந்த காரணத்துக்காகவும் என்னை வேலையை விட சொல்லக்கூடாது. நான் வேலைக்கு போகலன கூட.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தாய்: ?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தந்தை: அற கி.மீ ஓடி போகலாமானு யோசிக்கிறார்&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தாய்: சரி பாப்பா. அதுக்கென்ன, வேலைக்கு போற பொண்ணு வேணும்னு சொல்ற மாப்பிள்ளையை பார்த்துட்டா போகுது.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணி: அப்படி கண்டிஷன் போடற மாப்பிள்ளை எல்லாம் வேண்டாம்.  என் இஷ்டப்படி தான் நான் வேலைக்கு போவேன் போகாமலும் இருப்பேன். அது என் இஷ்டம்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தந்தை: வெளங்கிரும் (மனசுக்குள்ளதான்)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தாய்: சரிம்மா. உன் இஷ்டப்படி விடற மாப்பிள்ளையே பார்த்துட்டா போச்சு.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணி: பையன் என் கண்ணுக்கு பாக்கறதுக்கு லட்சணமா தெரியனும், ஆனா மத்தவங்க கண்ணுக்கு பார்க்கறதுக்கு விஜய் மாதிரி தெரியனும்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தந்தை: மொத்ததுல உன் கண்ணுக்கு ரெமோவா தெரியனும். மத்தவங்க கண்ணுக்கு மண்ணு லாரில ஆக்ஸிடெண்ட் ஆன சுமோவா தெரியனும். அப்படித்தானே பாப்பா?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணி : ஆமாம். மாப்பிள்ளைக்கு குறைஞ்சது Non-Veg சமைக்க தெரியனும். ஏன்னா என் ஃபிரெண்ட்ஸ் எல்லாரும் வீக் எண்ட் வீட்டுக்கு வருவாங்க. அவுங்களுக்கு எல்லாம் டேஸ்டா சமைக்க தெரியனும். நானும் பக்கத்துல நின்னுட்டு ரெசிப்பி எல்லாம் படிச்சி கைடன்ஸ் பண்ணுவேன். அதனால பயப்பட வேண்டாம்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தாய்: அது.... (அஜித் ணு நெனப்போ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணி: அப்புறம் பையனுக்கு அமெரிக்கன் அக்செண்ட்ல பேச தெரிஞ்சிருக்கனும்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தந்தை: உனக்கு ABCD ஒலுங்காகூட படிக்க தெரியாது..எல்லாம் நேரம்..again என்னத்த கன்னய்யா RENJUKU "என்னத்த சொல்லி என்னத்த பாத்து (து) கேட்டு" படிங்க படிங்க‌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணி : நாங்க இருக்கற வரைக்கும் அவுங்க அப்பா, அம்மா எங்க வீட்டுக்கு சனிக்கிழமை ஃபுல் டே வந்து தங்கிட்டு போகலாம். ஆனா என்னை சமைக்க சொல்லக்கூடாது.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தந்தை: இது ஒரு கண்டிஷனாம்மா. முதல் வாரம் நீ சமைச்சு போட்டா அவுங்க உன் வீட்டு பக்கமே தலை வச்சு கூட படுக்க‌ மாட்டாங்க. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணி: Last but not least. எங்க ரெண்டு பேருக்கும் ஏதாவது பிரச்சனை வந்து டைவர்ஸ் ஆகிடுச்சினா&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தந்தை: ஏம்மா இப்படி அபசகுனமா பேசற. வாய கழுவும்மா.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தாய்: "ஷ்ஷ்ஷ்..." (கொஞ்சம் பலமா)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தந்தை:     (பம்மறார்)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணி: இருங்க சொல்லி முடிச்சிடறேன். ஏதாவது பிரச்சனை வந்து டைவர்ஸ் ஆகிடுச்சுனா அவர் கண்டிப்பா வேற கல்யாணம் பண்ணிக்கனும்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தாய்: ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தந்தை: இங்க தாம்மா. இங்க தாம்மா. நீ தமிழ் பொண்ணுனு நிருபிக்கற (ஏக்கமா பாக்கறார்).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணி: அதெல்லாம் இல்லை மம்மி. அதுக்கப்பறம் அந்த பையன் எப்படி சந்தோஷமா இருக்கலாம். அதான்&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மணியின் தந்தை மயக்கம் போட்டு விழுகிறார்...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-645902721279646120?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/645902721279646120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=645902721279646120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/645902721279646120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/645902721279646120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_18.html' title='கல்யாணம்?!'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-7642064723444621952</id><published>2011-03-18T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T12:50:00.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Poll your vote</title><content type='html'>Politics is for the present, but an equation is for eternity. &lt;br /&gt;- Albert Einstein &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who say religion has nothing to do with politics do not know what religion is. &lt;br /&gt;- Mohandas Gandhi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never going to have anything more to do with politics or politicians. When this war is over I shall confine myself entirely to writing and painting. &lt;br /&gt;- Winston Churchill &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics is not a game. It is an earnest business. &lt;br /&gt;- Winston Churchill &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In war, you can only be killed once, but in politics, many times. &lt;br /&gt;- Winston Churchill &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics is the ability to foretell what is going to happen tomorrow, next week, next month and next year. And to have the ability afterwards to explain why it didn't happen. &lt;br /&gt;- Winston Churchill &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics is almost as exciting as war, and quite as dangerous. In war you can only be killed once, but in politics many times. &lt;br /&gt;- Winston Churchill &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics are very much like war. We may even have to use poison gas at times. &lt;br /&gt;- Winston Churchill &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was losing interest in politics, when the repeal of the Missouri Compromise aroused me again. What I have done since then is pretty well known. &lt;br /&gt;- Abraham Lincoln &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been said that politics is the second oldest profession. I have learned that it bears a striking resemblance to the first. &lt;br /&gt;- Ronald Reagan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirji, you are talented and gifted. You see the mirror we will comb it, you order the food we will eat it, you think about the rest room we will clean it (oops, we will open it, oops we will close it blag blah), you you you it it it send me onsite.&lt;br /&gt;- Disc Jockey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ppl who grabbed the vote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-7642064723444621952?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/7642064723444621952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=7642064723444621952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/7642064723444621952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/7642064723444621952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2011/03/poll-your-vote.html' title='Poll your vote'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-1960266108694017017</id><published>2011-03-17T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T14:23:03.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><title type='text'>முட்டாப்பய</title><content type='html'>"சிவா நேத்து ஈவனிங் திடீர்னு அம்மாக்கு உடம்பு சரியில்லை. அதான் நீ அவார்ட் வாங்கும் போது வர முடியல. எங்க அந்த அவார்டை கொஞ்சம் காட்டு". ஆர்வமாக வாங்கி பார்த்தாள் நித்யா.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அதை கொடுத்துவிட்டு எதை பற்றியும் சிந்திக்காமல் தன் கணினியில் முழுகினான் சிவா.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Valuable Person Of the Company பொன்னெழுத்துக்களில் மின்னி கொண்டிருந்தது.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ஏய் சொல்ல மறந்துட்டேன். Congrats." சொல்லிவிட்டு அவனிடமிருந்து எந்த பதிலும் வராததால் ஏமாற்றமாக தன் இடத்தில் சென்று அமர்ந்தாள் நித்யா.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congrats சொன்னா ஒரு தேங்க்ஸ் கூட சொல்ல தெரியல. இவனுக்கெல்லாம் ஒரு அவார்ட்" மனதிற்குள் நினைத்து கொண்டாள்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ஒரு மணி நேரத்திற்கு பிறகு மேனஜர் சிவாவை கான்ஃபரன்ஸ் ரூமிற்கு அழைத்து சென்றார்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"சிவா, நீ டெவலப் பண்ண டூல் இனிமே கம்பெனில இருக்கற எல்லாருக்கும் பயன்பட போகுது. உனக்கு இங்க நல்ல ஸ்கோப் இருக்கு"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"தேங்க்ஸ் சரவ்"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ஆனா நீ டீம்ல யார்கிட்டயும் சரியா பேச மாட்றனு எல்லாரும் ஃபீல் பண்றாங்க. நானும் நீ டீம்ல மிங்கிலாகி பார்த்ததேயில்லை"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"நீ ப்ரில்லியண்ட்தான். ஆனா இந்த மாதிரி கம்பெனில ப்ரில்லியண்டா இருக்கறதைவிட நல்ல டீம் வொர்க்கரா இருக்கனும். இது உன் கெரியரை&lt;br /&gt;கெடுத்துடக்கூடாதுனு தான் உன்னை தனியா கூப்பிட்டு சொல்றேன். உனக்கு ஏதாவது உதவி வேணும்னா என்கிட்ட சொல்லு. ஐ வில் ட்ரை டு கெட் இட் ரிசால்வ்ட்"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"நீ புத்திசாலியா இருக்கறதால திமிரா இருக்கனு எல்லாரும் நினைக்கிறாங்க"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"அப்படியெல்லாம் இல்லை சரவ்"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"எல்லாம் நீ நடந்துக்கறதுல தான் இருக்கு. சரி. இனிமே டீம்ல எல்லார்கிட்டயும் சகஜமா பழகு. அப்பறமா பேசலாம்"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;வெளியே வந்தவுடன் தன் இடத்திற்கு சென்று அமைதியாக வேலையை செய்ய துவங்கினான்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 மணி பஸ் பிடித்து கொரமங்களா சென்று சேரும் போது மணி 11 ஆகியிருந்தது. பெங்களூரை தவிர வேறு எந்த ஊரிலும் 15 கிலோமிட்டர்&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;செல்ல இரண்டு மணி நேரமாகாது என்று நினைத்து கொண்டு வீட்டில் நுழைந்தான்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அந்த ஒரு படுக்கையறை மட்டும் கொண்ட வீட்டில் சிவா தனியே தங்கியிருந்தான். பெங்களூரிலிருக்கும் கட்டட பொறியாளர்களுக்கு ஜன்னல், ஷெல்ப் எல்லாம் என்ன என்றே தெரியாது என்பதை அந்த வீடும் நிருபித்திருந்தது. உடை மாற்றிவிட்டு படுக்கைக்கு சென்றான் சிவா.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அவனுக்கு அவன் மேனஜரிடம் பேசியதே நினைவில் ஊசலாடிக் கொண்டிருந்தது.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"நீ புத்திசாலியா இருக்கறதால திமிரா இருக்கனு எல்லாரும் நினைக்கிறாங்க"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"நீ புத்திசாலியா இருக்கறதால...நீ புத்திசாலியா இருக்கறதால"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ஏன்டா உன் மண்டைல இருக்கறது என்ன மூளையா இல்லை களி மண்ணா? ஒரு தடவையாது பாஸாகறயா? எப்படிடா நீ ஒம்போதாம் க்ளாஸ் வரைக்கும் பாஸான?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அமைதியாக நின்று கொண்டிருந்தான் சிவா.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"சரி கைய நீட்டு"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;கையை நீட்டினான். கணக்கு வாத்தியார் சுப்பிரமணி அடித்த அடியில் அந்த பிரம்பு உடைந்து போனது.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"டேய் கோபாலு, போய் ஸ்டாஃப் ரூம்ல இன்னொரு பெரம்பு இருக்கும் அதை எடுத்துட்டு வா. இதுக்கெல்லாம் இவ்வளவு அடி வாங்கனாலும் உறைக்காது. நம்ம கைதான் வலிக்கும்"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;கோபால் வேகமாக ஓடி போய் புது பிரம்பை கொண்டு வந்தான்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ஃபெயிலானவர்கள் ஒவ்வொருவராக அடி வாங்கி கொண்டிருந்தனர்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"என்னமா கவிதா. நல்லா படிக்கிற பொண்ணு நீ. நீ போய் ஃபெயிலாயிருக்க. என்ன ஆச்சு?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அமைதியாக தலையை குனிந்த படி நின்றிருந்தாள் கவிதா.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"சரி கையை நீட்டு. இந்த தடவை அடி வாங்கினா தான் அடுத்த முறை நல்லா படிப்ப"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அவள் பயந்து கொண்டே கையை நீட்டினாள்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"வர வர மாமியா கழுத போல ஆனாளாம். என்ன?" சொல்லி கொண்டே அடித்தார்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"வர வர மாமியா கழுத போல ஆனாளாம்"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அவள் அழுது கொண்டே அமர்ந்தாள்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அடுத்த நாள்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ஆங்கில வகுப்பு&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"மெமரி போயம்ஸ் எல்லாம் மூணு தடவை எழுதிட்டு வர சொன்னேனே. எல்லாம் நோட் எடுத்து வைங்க.&lt;br /&gt;எழுதாதவங்க ஒழுங்கு மரியாதையா வெளிய வந்து முட்டி போட்டு எழுதிட்டு உள்ள வாங்க"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;முதல் ஆளாக சிவா எழுந்து சென்றான்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"அதான நீ எல்லாம் எங்க உருப்பட போற. உங்க அப்பா கூட கட்சில சேர்ந்துடு. இந்த பள்ளிக்கூடமாவது உருப்படும்"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;முறைத்து கொண்டே சென்றான் சிவா.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"என்னடா முறைக்கிற? ஒழுங்கா போய் முட்டி போடு"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;வகுப்பிலிருந்து ஒரு பதினைந்து மாணவர்கள் எழுந்து சென்றனர். கவிதா எழுந்து செல்வதை பார்த்தவுடன் ஆசிரியருக்கு அதிர்ச்சியாக இருந்தது.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ஏம்மா கவிதா, நேத்து நான் மெமரி போயம்ஸ் எழுதிட்டு வர சொன்னேன் தானே?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ஆமா சார்" மெல்லிய குரலில் சொன்னாள் கவிதா.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"அப்ப ஏன் எழுதிட்டு வரல? உடம்பு ஏதாவது சரியில்லையா?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அமைதியாக இருந்தாள்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ஏம்மா ஃபர்ஸ்ட் ரேங் எடுக்கற பொண்ணு. நீயே இப்படி இருக்கலாமா? சரி எல்லாரும் உள்ள போய் உக்காருங்க. நாளைக்கு எழுதிட்டு வாங்க"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அனைவரும் உள்ளே சென்று அமர்ந்தனர். மதிய உணவு வேளையின் போது அழுது கொண்டிருந்தாள் கவிதா. சிவாவிற்கு கவிதா அழுவதை பார்த்து பிடிக்காமல் நேராக அவளிடம் சென்றான்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ஏய் இப்ப என்ன ஆச்சுனு இப்படி அழுவற? அவர் தான் முட்டி போட வேணாம்னு சொல்லிட்டார் இல்லை"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"நான் ஒண்ணும் அதுக்கு அழுவல"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"பின்ன? நேத்து அடி வாங்கனதுக்கா? எங்க கையை காட்டு"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அவள் கை சிவந்திருந்தது.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ஏன் இப்பல்லாம் ஒழுங்கா படிக்க மாட்ற? நல்லா தானே படிச்சிட்டு இருந்த? அத்தை ஏதாவது வேலை செய்ய சொல்லி திட்றாங்களா? இல்லை அந்த கிழவி ஏதாவது சொல்லுதா?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அவன் கிழவி என்று குறிப்பிட்டது அவன் பாட்டியைத்தான். கவிதா சிவாவின் தாய் மாமன் மகள்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அவனை சுட்டெரிப்பது போல முறைத்தாள்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"சரி முறைக்காத. ஒழுங்கா சொல்லு. ஃபெயிலாயிடுவனு சொல்லியிருந்தா, அந்த பேப்பர் கட்டையே சுட்டுட்டு வந்திருப்பேன். நீதான் சொல்லாம விட்டுட்ட. நேத்து உன்னை அடிச்சப்பவே அந்தாள ரெண்டுல ஒண்ணு பார்த்திருப்பேன். அப்பறம் விஷயம் அப்பாக்கிட்ட போயிடும்னு தான் விட்டுட்டேன்"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அவள் அழுது கொண்டே இருந்தாள்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"இப்ப சொல்றயா இல்லையா?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"என்னைவிட நீ எத்தனை வருஷம் பெரியவன்?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ரெண்டு வருஷம். ஏன் இப்ப அதுக்கு என்ன?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ஒழுங்கா படிக்காம நீ ஏற்கனவே ரெண்டு வருஷம் பெயிலாயிட்ட. இப்ப நீ படிக்கற லட்சணத்துக்கு எப்படியும் பாஸாக மாட்ட. நான் நல்லா படிச்சா எங்க அப்பா எனக்கு படிச்ச மாப்பிள்ளையா பார்த்து கட்டி கொடுத்துடுவாறோனு பயமா இருக்கு. அதான் நானும் படிக்காம ஃபெயிலாகலாம்னு முடிவு பண்ணிட்டேன்"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"எனக்கு கட்டி கொடுக்காமவிட்டுடுவாறா என் மாமன். அவ்வளவு தான். உன்னைய தூக்கிட்டு போயாவது கட்டிக்க மாட்டேன்"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"தூக்குவ தூக்குவ" கண்ணை துடைத்து கொண்டே கேலியாக அவள் சொன்னது அவனை என்னமோ பண்ணியது.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"பார்த்துக்கிட்டே இரு. உன்னைய மட்டும் கட்டிகொடுக்க மாட்டேனு சொன்னா எங்க ஆளுங்களோட வீடு புகுறனா இல்லையானு"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"இவ்வளவு பண்றதுக்கு ஒழுங்கா படிச்சி பாஸாகறனு சொல்லலாம் இல்லை"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ஏய். இதுக்கெல்லாம் படிக்க முடியாது. நான் எவ்வளவு ஈஸியா சொல்லிட்டு இருக்கேன். நீ என்னுமோ கஷ்டப்பட்டு படினு சொல்ற. அதெல்லாம் ஆகற விஷயமா? இந்த பழப்பசங்க தான் படிப்பானுங்க. நாங்க எல்லாம் வீரனுங்க. சூப்பர் ஸ்டார் மாதிரி படிக்காத மேதைங்க. புரியுதா?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"என்னுமோ பண்ணு. ஆனா நீ பாஸாகற வரைக்கும் நானும் பாஸாக மாட்டேன். நீ வாங்குற அடியை நானும் வாங்கனும். இப்பல இருந்தே நான் உன் பொண்டாட்டியா பழகிக்கிறேன்."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ஏய். நீ அடி வாங்கறத பார்த்துட்டு என்னால இருக்க முடியாது. உன்னை எந்த வாத்தியாவது அடிச்சானா அவனுக்கு அன்னைக்கு பூச தான். நீயே முடிவு பண்ணிக்கோ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"இங்க பாரு, நான் பர்ஸ்ட் ரேங் எடுக்கும் போது செகண்ட் ரேங் எடுக்கற பையனோட பேரை என் பேர் பின்னாடி சொல்றாங்க. எனக்கு அது பிடிக்கல. நீ எப்படியும் எனக்கு அடுத்தோ எனக்கு முன்னாடியோ வர போறதில்லை. அதான் உன் இடத்துக்கு நான் வரேன். ஆனா அடி வாங்கும் போது தான் உயிர் போகற மாதிரி வலிக்குது. உனக்கும் அப்படித்தானே வலிக்கும்னு நினைக்கும்போது உன் வலியை அனுபவிக்கும் போது மனசுக்கு சந்தோஷமா இருக்கு"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அவன் எதுவும் பேசாமல் அவனிடத்திற்கு போய் அமர்ந்தான்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அடுத்த இரண்டு நாட்களில் கவிதா 4 முறை அடி வாங்கினாள். இரண்டு முறை வகுப்பிற்கு வெளியே முட்டி போட்டு கொண்டிருந்தாள்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அதன் பிறகு சிவாவின் நடத்தையில் மாற்றங்கள் தெரிந்தன. அடுத்து நடந்த மாத தேர்வில் சிவா பாஸ் மார்க் எடுத்திருந்தான். ஏதோ சூழ்ச்சி நடந்திருக்குமென ஆசிரியர்களும், சில மாணவர்களும் நினைத்து கொண்டனர்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ஒரு ஞாயிறு மாலை அவன் கணக்கு ஆசிரியர் சுப்பிரமணியம் வீட்டிற்கு சென்றான்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"என்னப்பா? யாரு வேணும்"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"இது கணக்கு வாதியார் சுப்பிரமணியம் வீடு தானே?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ஆமாம். நீ யாருப்பா?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"நான் அவர் ஸ்டுடண்ட் மேடம். சார் இருக்காரா?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"இருக்காருப்பா. உள்ள வா.&lt;br /&gt;என்னங்க இங்க உங்களை பார்க்க உங்க ஸ்டுடண்ட் யாரோ வந்திருக்காங்க பாருங்க" சொல்லிவிட்டு உள்ளே சென்றார்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"வாப்பா. என்ன விஷயம்? வீடு தேடி வந்திருக்க?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"சார் உங்ககிட்ட கொஞ்சம் பேசனும்"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"சரி உள்ளே வா". தனியாக அவனை ஒரு அறைக்குள் அழைத்து சென்று அவனை அவருக்கு எதிரில் இருந்த நாற்காலியில் உட்கார வைத்தார்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"சொல்லுப்பா. என்ன பிரச்சனை?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"சார். எங்க அப்பா கட்சி, அரசியல்னு இருந்துட்டாரு. எனக்கும் சின்ன வயசுல இருந்து யாரும் படிக்கனும்னு பெருசா சொன்னதில்லை. நான் ஃபெயிலானப்ப கூட அதை கேட்டுட்டு அங்க இருந்த எல்லாரும், எந்த வாத்திடா உன்னை ஃபெயிலாக்கனது. சொல்லு. அடிச்சி பாஸாக்க வைச்சிடறோம்னு தான் சொன்னாங்க. தவிர, என்னை படினு யாரும் சொன்னதில்லை. எனக்கு படிக்கனும்னு பெருசா தோனனதுமில்லை. ஆனா இப்ப திடீர்னு படிக்கனும்னு ஆசை வந்துடுச்சி சார். நானும் எவ்வளவோ கஷ்டப்பட்டு போன பரிட்சைக்கு படிச்சேன், ஆனா என்னால பாஸ் மார்க் மேல வாங்க முடியல சார். படிச்சது எல்லாம் பரிட்சைல மறந்து போகுது சார். எனக்கும் கணக்குல 100 மார்க் வாங்கனும், க்ளாஸ் ஃபர்ஸ்ட் வாங்கனும்னு ஆசையா இருக்கு சார். நீங்க தான் உதவி செய்யனும்"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அவனை ஆச்சரியமாக பார்த்தார் சுப்பிரமணியம்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"நீ இப்படி பேசும் போது ரொம்ப சந்தோஷமா இருக்குப்பா. வாழ்க்கைல எந்த ஒரு விஷயத்துல வெற்றி பெறதுக்கு இந்த விஷயங்கள் தான் முக்கியம். அது ஆர்வம், தன்னம்பிக்கை, கடின உழைப்பு, விடா முயற்சி. இது இருந்தா தானா ஜெயிக்கலாம். சரி, போன வருஷம் நடந்த உலக கோப்பைல பாகிஸ்தானோட அதிக ரன் அடிச்சது யாரு?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"சித்து சார்... 93 ரன் அடிச்சாரு"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ரஜினியை ராபின் ஹூட்னு எந்த படத்துல சொல்லுவாங்க?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"நான் சிகப்பு மனிதன் சார்"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"பாரு. இதெல்லாம் உனக்கு எப்படி நியாபகமிருக்கு?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"எல்லாத்துக்கும் ஆர்வம் தான் காரணம். அப்பறம் அதை நினைச்சிட்டே கொஞ்ச நேரம் இருக்கறது. சித்து 93 எடுத்து அவுட் ஆனப்ப இன்னும் 7 அடிச்சிருக்கலாமேனு கொஞ்ச நேரம் முழுக்க மனசுல இருக்கும். ரஜினி படமும் அப்படிதான். அப்படி யாராவது இருந்து இந்த சமூகத்தை திருத்தினா எப்படி இருக்கும்னு இருக்கும். இப்படி ஒரு விஷயத்தை தெரிஞ்சிக்கிட்டதுக்கப்பறம் அதை பத்தி மனசு கொஞ்ச நேரம் சிந்திச்சா அது அவ்வளவு சீக்கிரம் மறக்காது.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அப்பறம் படிக்கறதை மறக்க கூடாதுனா மூணு "R" முக்கியம். "Read", "Recall" "Revise". படிக்கும் போது வேற எதை பத்தியும் சிந்திக்காம படிக்கனும். அது தான் ரீட். படிச்சதை கொஞ்ச நேரம் கழிச்சி திரும்ப நினைவுக்கு கொண்டு வர பார்க்கனும். அது தான் ரீ கால். அப்பறம் படிச்சதை திரும்ப திரும்ப படிக்கனும். ஏற்கனவே படிச்சிட்டோமேனு நினைக்க கூடாது. அது தான் ரிவைஸ். நானே ஒவ்வொரு வகுப்புக்கும் போறதுக்கு முன்னாடி ரிவைஸ் பண்ணிட்டு போவேன்"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அவர் பேசுவதை ஆர்வமாக அவன் கேட்டு கொண்டிருந்தான். நன்றாக படிக்க வேண்டும் என்ற வெறி அவன் கண்களில் தெரிந்ததை அவர் கவனித்தார். இவன் இவ்வளவு மாறியதற்கு காரணத்தை அவர் அறியவில்லை.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;சிவாவின் நடத்தையில் பெரும் மாறுதல் தெரிய ஆரம்பித்தது. அவன் கண் எப்பொழுதும் சிவந்தேயிருந்தது. ஒவ்வொரு வகுப்பிற்கும் முன் அவன் முகம் கழுவி வந்தான். அவன் தண்ணீரை எடுத்து முகத்தில் அடித்து கொள்வதை பார்த்த நண்பர்களுக்கு அவன் ராத்திரி அதிகமாக தூங்குவதில்லை என்பது தெளிவாக தெரிந்தது. அடுத்து நடந்த ஒவ்வொரு தேர்விலும் அவன் படிப்படியாக முன்னேறி கொண்டே வந்தான்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;கவிதாவிற்கு ஆச்சரியமாகவும், மகிழ்ச்சியாகவும் இருந்தது. அவளும் அவனுடன் போட்டி போட்டு படிக்க ஆரம்பித்தாள். அவளை சில பாடங்களில் அவன் முந்தியதும், அனைவருக்கும் முன் பதில் சொல்லியதும் அவளுக்கு மிக்க மகிழ்ச்சியாக இருந்தது. அடிக்கடி அவன் வீட்டுக்கு சென்று அத்தையிடம் அவன் படிக்க ஆரம்பித்ததை சொல்லி சந்தோஷப்பட்டாள். அவன் அம்மாவிற்கும் மகிழ்ச்சியாக இருந்தது.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"எங்க இவனும் இவுங்க அப்பா மாதிரியே ஆயிடுவானோனு பயந்துட்டு இருந்தேன். நல்ல வேளைம்மா இவன் படிக்க ஆரம்பிச்சிட்டான். இந்த வருஷம் மட்டும் இவன் பாசாயிட்டா நம்ம கொலதெய்வத்துக்கு கடாவெட்டி பொங்க வைக்கறேனு வேண்டிக்கிட்டிருக்கேன்"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"அத்தை அவர் படிக்கறத பார்த்தா ஸ்டேட் ரேங் எடுத்துடுவாரோனு எனக்கு ஆச்சரியமா இருக்கு. நீங்க என்னனா பாசானா போதும்னு வேண்டிக்கிட்டிருக்கீங்க"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"என்னுமோ நல்லா படிச்சா சரிதான்"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ஒரு வழியாக பத்தாவது தேர்வை நல்ல படியாக எழுதி முடித்தனர் சிவாவும், கவிதாவும். சிவா பெரும்பாலும் கணக்கு வாத்தியார் சுப்பிரமணி வீட்டிலே தங்கி படித்தான். கணக்கில் கண்டிப்பாக நூத்துக்கு நூறு வாங்குவான் என நம்பினார் சுப்பிரமணி.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"சார் தந்தி வந்திருக்கு" போஸ்ட்மேன் சொல்லியதை கேட்டதும் கவிதாவும் அவள் அம்மாவும் பயந்தே விட்டனர்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;கவிதாவின் அப்பா தந்தியை வாங்கி பார்த்தார். மிகவும் சந்தோஷமாக கவிதாவை அழைத்தார்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"கவிதா இந்த நம்பர் நம்ம சிவாதானு கொஞ்சம் சொல்லு 973654673"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ஆமாம்பா. மாமாது தான். ஏன்ப்பா? என்னாச்சு?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"இது உன் நம்பர் தானே 973654662"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ஆமாம்பா. ஏன்? சீக்கிரம் சொல்லுங்கப்பா"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"நீ 482 மார்க் வாங்கியிருக்கம்மா. நம்ம சிவா 481 மார்க் வாங்கியிருக்கான். அனேகமா டிஸ்ட்ரிக்ட்ல முதல் மார்க் நீ தானு நினைக்கிறேன். என் ஃபிரெண்ட் மெட்ராஸ்ல இருந்து பார்த்து தந்தியடிச்சிருக்கான். இரு நான் போய் சிவாட்ட சொல்லிட்டு வந்திடறேன். என் தங்கச்சி கேட்டா ரொம்ப சந்தோஷப்படுவா"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;கவிதாவால் சந்தோஷம் தாங்க முடியவில்லை. அவள் பெயருக்கு பின்னால் அவன் பெயர் திருமண பத்திரிக்கைக்கு முன் தினசரி பத்திரிக்கையில் வர போவதை நினைத்து சந்தோஷப்பட்டு வானத்தில் பறந்து கொண்டிருந்தாள்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"அப்பா, அத்தைட்ட நான் போய் சொல்லிட்டு வந்திடறேன்பா. ப்ளீஸ்பா"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;மகளின் எண்ணத்தை புரிந்து கொண்டு அவளை சைக்கிளில் அனுப்பி வைத்தார். சந்தோஷமாக சைக்களில் வேகமாக மிதித்து வந்தாள் கவிதா.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"டேய் சிவா கடைசியா ஒரு தடவை அவளை பார்த்துட்டு வந்துடுடா. அவ கண்ணு உன்னை தான் தேடுதுனு நினைக்கிறேன்" சிவாவின் அம்மா அழுது கொண்டே சொன்னார்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;மருத்துவமனையின் அவசர சிகிச்சை பிரிவுக்கு வெளியே உணர்ச்சியற்று நின்று கொண்டிருந்தான் சிவா. அனைவரும் எவ்வளவு சொல்லியும் அவன் கடைசி வரை கவிதாவை சென்று பார்க்கவில்லை. அவள் மேல் வண்டியேற்றிவிட்டு சென்ற அந்த கார் டிரைவரை எப்படியும் கண்டுபிடித்து கொல்ல வேண்டும் என்று முடிவு செய்து சில நாட்களில் அதையும் விட்டுவிட்டான்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"கவிதா உன் பேரை தவிர யார் பேருக்கும் பின்னால என் பேரு வரவிடாம இது வரைக்கும் பார்த்துட்டு இருக்கேன். கவிதா உனக்கு ஒண்ணு தெரியுமா? அந்த பழைய முட்டாள் சிவா சந்தோஷமா இருந்தான் கவிதா"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ஆண்டவா நான் மறுபடியும் முட்டாளாவே ஆயிடறேன். எனக்கு என் கவிதாவை மட்டும் திருப்பி தா. நான் முட்டாளாவே இருந்துடறேன்... நான் முட்டாளாவே இருந்துடறேன். எனக்கு எந்த அவார்டும் வேண்டாம். கவிதாவை மட்டும் கொடு. ப்ளீஸ்"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;வழக்கம் போல் அவன் தலையணை முழுதும் கண்ணீரால் ஈரமாகியிருந்தது... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. One of the collection's from Vettipayal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-1960266108694017017?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/1960266108694017017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=1960266108694017017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1960266108694017017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1960266108694017017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='முட்டாப்பய'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-7301869779098168137</id><published>2011-03-16T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T14:10:13.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>Is it Too good to leave?! Or too good to stay?!</title><content type='html'>People struggling with problems in the relationship say this as their answers "Yes, No, May be". Neither me nor her/him see the reality of marriage but if your spouse doesn’t understand how his/her actions are affecting you – and even worse, refuses to compromise then your marriage will be difficult to rebuild. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To rise from the rock bottom, both the partners have to see how their actions (non-actions) are affecting the relationship and both of them should be willing to work on it. If your spouse refuses to accept reality, then you have to decide if you want to stay in your marriage the way it is or just call it quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how she/he sees things are, but doesn’t care or rather being unpredictable some (most) of the times. The key is communication, but if your partner doesn’t care how you feel or whether the relationship is healthy, then perhaps it’s a sign your marriage is riding on one way. Few ppl quote, my partner got "it” but “it” doesn’t matter to them anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I connected with my spouse? When on the initial days of marriage, you probably felt understood, heard, connected, give and take, loved with your partner. Time passes, and on and on AND ON the stress kicks you badly to take a toll and you find in returns with an empty heart/empty soul that points you’re not connected anymore. This may not be necessarily a sign your marriage is over it just means you need to make the time and effort to reconnect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter whether it is the beginning of relationship or being lived together for few yrs. When you find the emptiness travels with you for quite sometime then your relationSHIP is driving different and you need to identify something or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been depend on your spouse? X say 'yes, of course' but why do you think that it is not working out? The reason for this could be different visions. Where is the emotional bond between us? Being single is better than mingle? I would say "No, that's a place where you admit yourself hidden". Each person are depend on each other both physical and emotional. When one comes down but the other focus on the topic of argument, opting instead to bring up past mistakes or reopen old wounds, then your marriage may be leaning towards “over.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of someone you love isn’t something you do once and poof! You’re free, healed, and happy rather! Instead, letting go is a journey peppered with steps forward and steps backward, good days and bad days, peaks and valleys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-7301869779098168137?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/7301869779098168137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=7301869779098168137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/7301869779098168137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/7301869779098168137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2011/03/is-it-too-good-to-leave-or-too-good-to.html' title='Is it Too good to leave?! 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From the perspective, there were dispirited time's along with vivacious lights. It's like a day with sun and moon trying to cover them up. I have walked through people boisterously betting against each other. Also committed and restrained people accompanied for this whole 4 yrs of journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a thing quite obvious, Mindless chatter's use hum in the background where gossip tossed with seasoned back biting provided enough entertainment to the atmosphere. Jealousy was almost tangible. But certainly one must WIN the game. Dare to dream and tough to break. I am a definite toddler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I got to thank each and every one of those personalities who spent (some)time with me. Being a face in the crowd, and getting acclaimed provided the right boost to our deflated egos. I'm proud and ashamed to declare that I used to participate every year. Can't forget the disaster of singing with Prem on the Dec day 2005 (chuckles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being heard with this, 'Go Jump, yes, you useless lump of mass!' and when I am down, the phrase lift me up with &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a life of my own, which is very dear to me. Why should I go out there and bury all my hopes to the grave?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself murmer, "Come on Mr.H, don't possess the hearing perception." After all, I care too much ;-) In life, I'm happy that I got what I like and good things don't come easy! At the end of day or rather the beginning of the day, none would leave with whom they arrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACT is BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all of you have a year filled with serenity and joy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-8058425833488197068?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/8058425833488197068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=8058425833488197068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8058425833488197068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8058425833488197068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2008/12/quadrennial.html' title='Quadrennial'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-3254993649024027383</id><published>2008-12-08T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:32:13.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social'/><title type='text'>Requiescat in pace</title><content type='html'>Like Mahatma's quote, "You must be the change you wish to see in the world." I wish these soul's 'Rest in Peace' and let these soul's be the dawn of Love and Peace tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Full Stop in previous sentence should be the Fullstop for entire Anti-Social elements who kill their own brother's and sister's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are names of all those people who lost their lives in the deadliest terror strikes in Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ Hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Hemant Karkare&lt;br /&gt;    * Ashokrao Kamathe&lt;br /&gt;    * Tukaram Ombale&lt;br /&gt;    * Vijay Sahdev Salaskar&lt;br /&gt;    * Arun Chitte&lt;br /&gt;    * Ms. Mehanabi Salim Hahharwala&lt;br /&gt;    * Salim Ali Harharwala&lt;br /&gt;    * Subhash Vanmali Vaghela&lt;br /&gt;    * Peerpasha Mehboob Alisheikh&lt;br /&gt;    * Shashank Chandrasen Shinde&lt;br /&gt;    * Prakash More&lt;br /&gt;    * Vijay Khandekar&lt;br /&gt;    * M L Chaudhari&lt;br /&gt;    * Babban Babu Hugade&lt;br /&gt;    * Aijazbhai Haji Imansahab Dalal&lt;br /&gt;    * Rahimatullah&lt;br /&gt;    * Jayawant Hanumata Patil&lt;br /&gt;    * Yogesh Shivaji Patil&lt;br /&gt;    * Babusaheb Dhurgude&lt;br /&gt;    * Ambadas Pawar&lt;br /&gt;    * Babasaheb Chandrakant Bhosale&lt;br /&gt;    * Sitaram Mahalba Sakhare&lt;br /&gt;    * Mukesh Bikaji Jadhav&lt;br /&gt;    * Kamal Nanakram Motwani&lt;br /&gt;    * Bret Gilbert Taylor (Australia)&lt;br /&gt;    * Ms Meera M Chaterjee&lt;br /&gt;    * Michael Stuart Moss (Australia)&lt;br /&gt;    * Ashfar Ali Shaikh&lt;br /&gt;    * Sareena Sasuddin Sheikh&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN&lt;br /&gt;    * Nitesh Vijaykumar Sharma&lt;br /&gt;    * Gaurav Walchand Jain&lt;br /&gt;    * Malyesh Manvendra Banerjee&lt;br /&gt;    * Jugaran Hedriz Rudolph (German)&lt;br /&gt;    * Thomas Verghese&lt;br /&gt;    * Sadanand Patil&lt;br /&gt;    * Steve Darfane (German)&lt;br /&gt;    * Unknown Woman (Foreigner)&lt;br /&gt;    * Ms Neeta Prakash Gaikwad&lt;br /&gt;    * Abbas Razzaq Ansari&lt;br /&gt;    * Ms Rakhila Abbas Ansari&lt;br /&gt;    * Sarjerao Sadashiv Bhosale&lt;br /&gt;    * Wilson Baburao Mandlik&lt;br /&gt;    * Mohammed Ilyas Ansari&lt;br /&gt;    * Kainath Nagar Kamruddin&lt;br /&gt;    * Andes Don Tevera (British)&lt;br /&gt;    * T Suda D Lashi (Chinese)&lt;br /&gt;    * Farooq Dinshaw Ehaliya&lt;br /&gt;    * Maibeb Vimanchandra&lt;br /&gt;    * Antinio D Lorenza (Italy)&lt;br /&gt;    * Sandeep Unni krishnan&lt;br /&gt;    * Ms Ami Vipinchandra Thakar&lt;br /&gt;    * Jordan Gracy Fernandes&lt;br /&gt;    * Ms Gehara Kanamani alias Jina (Thailand)&lt;br /&gt;    * Sunil Shevti Parekh&lt;br /&gt;    * Ms Reshma Sunil Parekh&lt;br /&gt;    * Ajit Srichandra Chabaria&lt;br /&gt;    * Ms Monica Ajit Chabaria&lt;br /&gt;    * Sanjay Vijay Agarwal&lt;br /&gt;    * Rita Sanjay Agarwal&lt;br /&gt;    * Rahul Subhash Shinde&lt;br /&gt;    * Ms Harsha Mohit Azrani&lt;br /&gt;    * Mohit Kanahya Hazrani&lt;br /&gt;    * Allan Michael Share (America)&lt;br /&gt;    * Ms Helen Konoli (Canada)&lt;br /&gt;    * Ms Uma Govind Garg&lt;br /&gt;    * Eklaq Mohammed Mushtaq Ahmed&lt;br /&gt;    * Pankaj Sompad Shah&lt;br /&gt;    * Ravidas&lt;br /&gt;    * Lokayu Michael Pudedan (Singapore)&lt;br /&gt;    * Gajendra Singh&lt;br /&gt;    * Ashok Kapur&lt;br /&gt;    * Anant Suryadutt Bhatt&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN&lt;br /&gt;    * Rohin Baji&lt;br /&gt;    * Kannobhai Javeribhai Patel&lt;br /&gt;    * Maqsood Mubarak Ali Sheikh&lt;br /&gt;    * Rivika Gabrial Holtsberg (Israel)&lt;br /&gt;    * Rabbi Gabriel Holtsberg (Israel)&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN TERRORIST&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN TERRORIST&lt;br /&gt;    * Feriz Gimal Ahmak Khan&lt;br /&gt;    * Rabbi Ben Zion Chromin (Israel)&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN TERRORIST&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN&lt;br /&gt;    * Ms Sabina Saikia&lt;br /&gt;    * Udaysingh Karamveer Singh Kang&lt;br /&gt;    * Nitishsingh Karamveer Singh Kang&lt;br /&gt;    * Samveer Singh Karamveer Singh Kang&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN FEMALE (Israel)&lt;br /&gt;    * Ms. Yokovit Mosho Uspaz (Israel)&lt;br /&gt;    * Hemakshi Pillai&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN TERRORIST&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN TERRORIST&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN TERRORIST&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN TERRORIST&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN TERRORIST&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN TERRORIST&lt;br /&gt;    * Rabbi Arye Teitelbaum (Israel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nair Hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Sushil Kumar Sharma&lt;br /&gt;    * Arkha Solanki&lt;br /&gt;    * Sunil Thakre&lt;br /&gt;    * Kajhi Thakre&lt;br /&gt;    * Vinod Gupta&lt;br /&gt;    * Abu Ismail&lt;br /&gt;    * Mohammed Amanat Ali&lt;br /&gt;    * Chandulal Tandel&lt;br /&gt;    * Prakash Sandal&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN MALE&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN MALE&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN MALE&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN MALE&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN MALE&lt;br /&gt;    * Doris Arban Rego&lt;br /&gt;    * Gunjan Narang&lt;br /&gt;    * Vijay Thana&lt;br /&gt;    * Neelam Narang&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN MALE&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN MALE&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sion Hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN&lt;br /&gt;    * Burki Ralph (Germany)&lt;br /&gt;    * Muti Arjun Ansari&lt;br /&gt;    * Rupinder Devendra Wadhawa&lt;br /&gt;    * Ravi Kunvar&lt;br /&gt;    * Saptakam Rehmatullah Shaukat Ali&lt;br /&gt;    * Murti Pavastin&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kem Hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Hasibul Rehman Fajuddin Rehman Shaikh&lt;br /&gt;    * Aditya Ashok Yadav&lt;br /&gt;    * Deepali Janardhan Chitekar&lt;br /&gt;    * Raju Janardhan Chitekar&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN MALE&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN MALE&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN MALE&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN MALE&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN MALE&lt;br /&gt;    * Mohammed Kukhtar Mallik&lt;br /&gt;    * Noorul Islam Azahar Mulla&lt;br /&gt;    * Ms Shashabai Baburao Khratmal&lt;br /&gt;    * Aminabegum Hamid Sheikh&lt;br /&gt;    * Shirish Savla Chari&lt;br /&gt;    * Afreen S Qureshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G T Hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Sanjay Surve&lt;br /&gt;    * P K Gopalkrishna&lt;br /&gt;    * Thakur Budha Vaghela&lt;br /&gt;    * Ms Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;    * Vijay Katkar&lt;br /&gt;    * Bhagan Gangaram Shinde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. George Hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Aziz Nabullal Rampuri&lt;br /&gt;    * UNKNOWN&lt;br /&gt;    * Shoeb Ahmed Shaikh&lt;br /&gt;    * Misarilal Morya&lt;br /&gt;    * Shahabuddin S Khan&lt;br /&gt;    * Harishbhai D Goyal&lt;br /&gt;    * Zahir Sayyed Nasir Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source of deceased : &lt;br /&gt;http://www.ndtv.com/convergence/ndtv/story.aspx?id=NEWEN20080074486&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-3254993649024027383?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/3254993649024027383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=3254993649024027383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3254993649024027383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3254993649024027383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2008/12/requiescat-in-pace.html' title='Requiescat in pace'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-2130177054331956778</id><published>2008-11-27T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:38:50.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social'/><title type='text'>Say NO to Terrorism</title><content type='html'>There are terror attacks, threat assessment, bomb blast's in and around the country that's called corruption. The recent assault's in my own land has ruined the life of so many innocent lives. Does the world addicted to it? I don't call them nor consider them as humans. Instead a new genre of flesh eating animate being has appeared abruptly to fill their hunger. Bull Sh*t isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for as I know and commit, there are only two religion 'Good and Bad'. Anyone who is causing pain to fellow humans is definitely Bad and should be punished without mercy. That doesn't matter whether he is Hindu, Muslim, Christian or Jew. I never heard Lord Krishna, Jesus, Allah taught to kill innocent people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Violence at many point or every point (which is appropriate at this time) goes unnoticed. When it is noticed, it is fully rationalized. These anti-social elements just don't realise that they're in someone else's way? Interrupting their lives? Destroying dreams? The children of victims feel Deprived of parents? Future comes empty? God damn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maximum number of terrorist incidents and deaths of innocent civilians have occurred due to religious terrorism. It does happen very often, when it does, it's just exasperating. This kinda things can only cause losses of life, destruction of property, illness, injury, devastating economic loss what else? What else damn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter to the threats : To whomsover it may concern, if you don't want to be an Indian better leave India. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter to the Government of India : I request the government to bring peace to my own land. No excuse for terrorism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter to my fellow indians : Brothers and Sisters, Let the love that unites humanity. Let us fight for our rights. Let us bring joy and peace to the motherland. Let us wish each one of us to see the light from our unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the absence of war and Freedom from war will reach my country. Justice and peace shall kiss each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-2130177054331956778?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/2130177054331956778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=2130177054331956778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/2130177054331956778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/2130177054331956778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2008/11/say-no-to-terrorism.html' title='Say NO to Terrorism'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-2165513583744957265</id><published>2008-09-05T00:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:27:18.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Sin???</title><content type='html'>எனக்கு, "நான் தோல்வியடைய மாட்டேன்; நிதானமாகவாவது வெற்றியடைவேன்" என்கிற நம்பிக்கை உண்டு. நான் எனக்கு ஞாபகமிருக்கிற வரையில் என்னுடைய 13 ஆவது வயதிலிருந்தே நாத்திகன்; சாதி, சமயச் சடங்கு முதலியவற்றில் நம்பிக்கையில்லாதவன். &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ஒழுக்க சம்பந்தமான காரியங்களில் கூட, மற்றவர்களுக்குத் துன்பமோ, தொல்லையோ தரப்படாது என்பதைத் தவிர, மற்றபடி வேறு காரியங்களில் ஒழுக்கத்துக்கு மதிப்பு கொடுத்தவன். &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;பணம், காசு, பண்டம் முதலியவைகளில் எனக்குப் பேராசை இருக்கிறது என்றாலும், அவைகளைச் சம்பாதிப்பதில் சாமர்த்தியத்தையாவது காட்டியிருப்பேனேயொழிய, நாணயக் குறைவையோ, நம்பிக்கைத் துரோகத்தையோ காட்டியிருக்க மாட்டேன். யாரையும் ஏமாற்றலாம் என்பதில் நான் சிறிதுகூட முற்பட்டிருக்க மாட்டேன்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, "I will always have faith that even if the process is slow but steadily I will win/ taste the success". As for as I know from the age of 13 I have been atheist; I never had a belief on religion, caste and their procedures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had an intention to hurt other feelings, thoughts and their beliefs. I strongly agree with the concept of winning the life that includes earning money, pride and luxury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I have this set of mind that always lead me to be a trustworthy and never handled any situation with cheating and backfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;இதன் அர்த்தம் எவர் அறிவார்? Can you tell me the meaning of this poem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;சாதிகள் -இல்லையடி பாப்பா;- குலத்&lt;br /&gt;தாழ்ச்சி உயர்ச்சிசொல்லல் பாவம்;&lt;br /&gt;நீதி, உயர்ந்தமதி, கல்வி - அன்பு&lt;br /&gt;நிறைய உடையவர்கள் மேலோர்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall not look at caste or religion, All human beings in this land whether they be those who preach the vedas or who belong to other castes are one. Treat everyone as a equal human being. We call people who is Educated, loveable, affectionate as well-behaved pleasant people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-2165513583744957265?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/2165513583744957265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=2165513583744957265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/2165513583744957265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/2165513583744957265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2008/09/sin.html' title='Sin???'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-1119442060463339833</id><published>2008-08-16T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:30:08.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything is Possible!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="415" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uYl3Kcq188Y&amp;color1=11645361&amp;color2=13619151&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uYl3Kcq188Y&amp;color1=11645361&amp;color2=13619151&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="415" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-1119442060463339833?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/1119442060463339833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=1119442060463339833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1119442060463339833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1119442060463339833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2008/08/anything-is-possible.html' title='Anything is Possible!!'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-1238839423998646770</id><published>2008-08-15T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:10:49.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>From HJG</title><content type='html'>I can approximate the extent of concern that is raised in your mind. There's one thing about adversity, the more you focus on what is not working the more will the mind get worrisome. In every problem lies a thread of hope which we should be able to find and cling on to and work our way out off. The more light we shed on the hope, the better equipped we'd be to deal with uncertainities and problems that might crop up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally there always is a war to fight and I believe that battle will be ongoing. One will always have one thing or another to fight against in the mind and this will stop only the day one ceases to live on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words by,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HJG (My Mentor, Guru and Brother)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-1238839423998646770?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/1238839423998646770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=1238839423998646770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1238839423998646770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1238839423998646770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-hjg.html' title='From HJG'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-667933932078252320</id><published>2008-08-10T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T14:32:51.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>Amazing grace</title><content type='html'>Whenever I go downfall the density that admits illumination pop up to me in a way or two. There are quite a lot of moments that is hard to chew but I will always bounce back calling myself as a 'A tough negotiator'. To bring the state of mind back I perceive intuitively or through some inexplicable perceptive powers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Motivating myself that I can do / I can overcome any obstacle's.&lt;br /&gt;2. Thinking myself for the long run of destiny instead of worrying about the short pitfalls.&lt;br /&gt;3. To overcome this pressure/pain if I wanted to 'A fit of weeping'? If yes, then I don't hesitate to shed tears to make it light.&lt;br /&gt;4. Look for the thing that is between neck and upper arm. (I have never received this all the time)&lt;br /&gt;5. Inspired by the go getter / Achievers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the recent talent who proved 'He is impossible to break'. He is 'Naga Naresh Karuturi' and guys n gals please go ahead and follow the link below to know more about this 'Giant' young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://specials.rediff.com/news/2008/jul/28sl1.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-667933932078252320?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/667933932078252320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=667933932078252320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/667933932078252320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/667933932078252320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2008/08/amazing-grace.html' title='Amazing grace'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-3248271964161171694</id><published>2008-08-10T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T10:27:27.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>One's lot!</title><content type='html'>A British couple is going to tie the knot this weekend, 22 years after they were born next to each other in the same hospital ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Robinson and Dale Wilson were born at Northampton General Hospital in England's East Midlands region in 1986 and their mothers recovered in adjacent beds in the same ward, the Daily Telegraph reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the duo spent their lives separately for 20 years, they came into contact in April 2006 through a common friend. They found the close connection when their mothers met and started discussing their hospital time and the births.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attraction was instant and the two decided to get married after a whirlwind five-month romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SJ8kvga0RSI/AAAAAAAABO8/uJJPd1YiuQc/s1600-h/joined+together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SJ8kvga0RSI/AAAAAAAABO8/uJJPd1YiuQc/s320/joined+together.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232941690602669346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think it is destiny," said Robinson, who works as a manager in fraud detection for Barclaycard from West Hunsbury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything fell into place when we got together. It felt like we'd known each other forever," she was quoted as saying by the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's so strange how we've met again and fallen in love. I can't imagine it happening to anyone else. I feel so lucky I've found Dale."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robinson's mother Marie, 55, said: "It's such an incredible coincidence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The chances of them meeting again must be a million to one. It's just so peculiar but wonderful," she added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson, who is three days younger than his fiancée, is an engineer. The marriage will take place Saturday at a church in Kingsthorpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : http://www.ibnlive.com/news/born-next-to-each-other-theyre-marrying-after-22-years/70613-13.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-3248271964161171694?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/3248271964161171694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=3248271964161171694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3248271964161171694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3248271964161171694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2008/08/ones-lot.html' title='One&apos;s lot!'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SJ8kvga0RSI/AAAAAAAABO8/uJJPd1YiuQc/s72-c/joined+together.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-4031062025252514747</id><published>2008-07-26T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:47:02.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>கண்களிரண்டால உன் கண்களிரண்டால்....</title><content type='html'>What a beautiful song?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;கண்களிரண்டால் உன் கண்களிரண்டால்&lt;br /&gt;என்னை கட்டியிழுத்தாய் இழுத்தாய்&lt;br /&gt;போதாதென சின்னசிரிப்பில் ஒரு கள்ளசிரிப்பில்&lt;br /&gt;என்னை தள்ளி விட்டு தள்ளி விட்டு மூடி மறைத்தாய்&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(கண்களிரண்டால்)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;பேச எண்ணி சில நாள் அருகில் வருவேன்&lt;br /&gt;பின்பு பார்வை போதும் என நான் நினைத்தே நகர்வேன் ஏமாற்றி&lt;br /&gt;கண்கள் எழுதும் இரு கண்கள் எழுதும்&lt;br /&gt;ஒரு வண்ண கவிதை காதல்தானா&lt;br /&gt;ஒரு வார்த்தை இல்லையே&lt;br /&gt;இதில் ஓசை இல்லையே&lt;br /&gt;இதை இருளிலும் படித்திட முடிகிறதே&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;இரவும் அல்லாத பகலும் அல்லாத&lt;br /&gt;பொழுதுகள் உன்னோடு கழியுமா&lt;br /&gt;தொடவும் கூடாத படவும் கூடாத&lt;br /&gt;இடைவெளி அப்போது குறையுமா&lt;br /&gt;மடியினில் சாய்ந்திட துடிக்குதே&lt;br /&gt;மறுபுறம் நாணமும் தடுக்குதே&lt;br /&gt;இதுவரை யாரிடமும் சொல்லாத கதை&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(கண்களிரண்டால்)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;பிறைகள் அண்டாத காற்றும் தீண்டாத&lt;br /&gt;மனதுக்குள் எப்போது நுழைந்திட்டாய்&lt;br /&gt;உடலும் அல்லாத உருவம் கொள்ளாத&lt;br /&gt;கடவுளை போல் வந்து கலந்திட்டாய்&lt;br /&gt;உனையன்றி வேறொரு நினைவில்லை&lt;br /&gt;இனி இந்த ஊன் உயிர் எனதில்லை&lt;br /&gt;தடையில்லை சாவிலுமே உன்னோடு வர&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;கண்கள் எழுதும் இரு கண்கள் எழுதும்&lt;br /&gt;ஒரு வண்ண கவிதை காதல்தானா&lt;br /&gt;ஒரு வார்த்தை இல்லையே&lt;br /&gt;இதில் ஓசை இல்லையே&lt;br /&gt;இதை இருளிலும் படித்திட முடிகிறதே&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;பேச எண்ணி சில நாள் அருகில் வருவேன்&lt;br /&gt;பின்பு பார்வை போதும் என நான் நினைத்தே நகர்வேன் ஏமாற்றி&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;கண்களிரண்டால் உன் கண்களிரண்டால்&lt;br /&gt;என்னை கட்டியிழுத்தாய் இழுத்தாய்&lt;br /&gt;போதாதென சின்னசிரிப்பில் ஒரு கள்ளசிரிப்பில்&lt;br /&gt;என்னை தள்ளி விட்டு தள்ளி விட்டு மூடி மறைத்தாய்&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You can download this song from the URL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://tamilmusica.net/index.php?l=12&amp;p=2008/Subramaniyapuram/Kangal%20Irandal.mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-4031062025252514747?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/4031062025252514747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=4031062025252514747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/4031062025252514747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/4031062025252514747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='கண்களிரண்டால உன் கண்களிரண்டால்....'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-1651430085128104917</id><published>2008-07-20T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T04:05:59.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Taxi...taxi...hottest song from the (Tamil) Movie Sakkarakatti - by ARR</title><content type='html'>Nanba nee oru ilavasa taxi&lt;br /&gt;Nanba nee oru ilavasa taxi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time when we were riding real easy&lt;br /&gt;Only we used our new Maruthi&lt;br /&gt;Look up on the sides when a citi girl pass by&lt;br /&gt;bale bale you say bye bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm see bale bale&lt;br /&gt;mm see ole ole&lt;br /&gt;mm see ole ole&lt;br /&gt;shaaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm see bale bale&lt;br /&gt;mm see ole ole&lt;br /&gt;mm see ole ole&lt;br /&gt;shaabaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm see bale bale&lt;br /&gt;mm see ole ole&lt;br /&gt;mm see ole ole&lt;br /&gt;shaaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm see bale bale&lt;br /&gt;mm see ole ole&lt;br /&gt;mm see ole ole&lt;br /&gt;shaabaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasi Rasi..nanban kidaithal ellam oasi&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Taxi..nanba nee oru ilavasa taxi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasi Rasi..nanban kidaithal ellam oasi&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Taxi..nanba nee oru ilavasa taxi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nee nee nee nee illayael naan naan naan engu povathu&lt;br /&gt;Thoal saaya Thoal illayael en vaazhkai ennavathu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasi..Rasi…nanban kidaithal ellam oasi&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Taxi..nanba nee oru ilavasa taxi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oola oola..nanban kidaithal elllam oasi..&lt;br /&gt;oola oola..yoasi yoasi…yoasi yoasi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve gonna a smile coz we have a journey&lt;br /&gt;dinner with a lady in a red saree&lt;br /&gt;shout out loud, say you’re so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve gonna a smile coz we have a journey&lt;br /&gt;dinner with a lady in a red saree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oola oola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En thavarai nee maraithai&lt;br /&gt;Enakai archanai vaanginaai&lt;br /&gt;Un Thoalgal yaeniyai poal&lt;br /&gt;Yaeri midithaennn..thaanginaai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezhum poathu kai thanthu&lt;br /&gt;Azhum poathu kadan thanthu&lt;br /&gt;Ilaipaara madi thanthu&lt;br /&gt;Enakena vaazhvathu nee thaane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasi..Rasi..nanban kidaithal ellam oasi&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Taxi..nanba nee oru ilavasa taxi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il faut que je me dépêche parce qu’on m’attend à Chennai&lt;br /&gt;Il faut que j’aille prendre le Taxi, prendre le Taxi à Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an nanan na na nana na ana..na&lt;br /&gt;nai nainya nainya nainya na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thillana Thillana Thimiru pudicha thillanaa...&lt;br /&gt;Anbaa naan Anbaa naan adangamaataen hero naan&lt;br /&gt;Kalla thanam theriyaadhu...&lt;br /&gt;Kaadhaliye kidaiyaathu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na na nanan na na nana na ana...na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanjathanam theriyaathu&lt;br /&gt;Kanjaave kidayaathu…&lt;br /&gt;Nalla pazham kidayaathu&lt;br /&gt;Gnana pazham kidayaathu&lt;br /&gt;En uyir nanban nee thaane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasi...Rasi...nanban kidaithal ellam oasi&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Taxi...nanba nee oru ilavasa taxi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neeya neeya neeya neeya illayael&lt;br /&gt;na na na na engu poavathu&lt;br /&gt;Thoal saaya Thoal illayael en vaazhkai ennavathu…ennavathu...ennavathu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nan naana naana na na nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Taxi..Awesome taxi..&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Taxi..Raasi Raasi..'Rap' ae jaasthi..&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Taxi..uh hey…uh hey..ah..ha..ha..&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Taxi..Make the wave, Make the sound..&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Taxi..kumbakumengum city city&lt;br /&gt;Thinam thinam engal tire kaatchi &lt;br /&gt;Group boys naangal king of the streets&lt;br /&gt;Live people gather every body follow me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look up in the side when ya see u when u pass by&lt;br /&gt;Friend thavira friends thavira stay with me all at the time&lt;br /&gt;Goli soda pizza.. they must they must ask why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm see bale bale&lt;br /&gt;mm see ole ole&lt;br /&gt;mm see ole ole&lt;br /&gt;shaaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm see bale bale&lt;br /&gt;mm see ole ole&lt;br /&gt;mm see ole ole&lt;br /&gt;shaabaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm see bale bale&lt;br /&gt;mm see ole ole&lt;br /&gt;mm see ole ole&lt;br /&gt;shaaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm see bale bale&lt;br /&gt;mm see ole ole&lt;br /&gt;mm see ole ole&lt;br /&gt;shaabaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-1651430085128104917?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/1651430085128104917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=1651430085128104917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1651430085128104917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1651430085128104917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2008/07/taxitaxihottest-song-from-tamil-movie.html' title='Taxi...taxi...hottest song from the (Tamil) Movie Sakkarakatti - by ARR'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-8228996924700103203</id><published>2008-07-06T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T08:26:08.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><title type='text'>One turning planet?</title><content type='html'>I love the romance of travel. Though I hustle at what I am doing this moment I still feel everyday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Today, I will get to travel (many) places in the globe and I will see every little corners of the world that many do not see'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SHDjxNAjR2I/AAAAAAAABBY/YeNowMK0rX0/s1600-h/online-travel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SHDjxNAjR2I/AAAAAAAABBY/YeNowMK0rX0/s320/online-travel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219922402567472994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I wanna shout 'Gosh, I am exploring outer space'. And you will definitely listen to the harmony in a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-8228996924700103203?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/8228996924700103203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=8228996924700103203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8228996924700103203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8228996924700103203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-turning-planet.html' title='One turning planet?'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SHDjxNAjR2I/AAAAAAAABBY/YeNowMK0rX0/s72-c/online-travel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-8416010924623125991</id><published>2008-07-05T05:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T07:16:42.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Oomai vizhigal - Thozhvi nilayena ninaithal</title><content type='html'>There is no such thing in life called 'Failure' because it is Not the Destination but an Experience / Journey. Here's a song from the movie Oomai vizhigal that released on 1984. Wonderful lyrics that will help you motivated when you are down! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PBS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thozhvi nilayena ninaithal manidhan vazhvai ninaikalaama&lt;br /&gt;Thozhvi nilayena ninaithal manidhan vazhvai ninaikalaama&lt;br /&gt;Vazhvai sumayena ninaithu thaayin kanavai midhikalaama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abavaanan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urimai izhandhom udamayum izhandhom unarvai izhakalaama&lt;br /&gt;Unarvai koduthu uyirai valartha kanavai marakalaama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PBS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thozhvi nilayena ninaithal manidhan vazhvai ninaikalaama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidiyalukillai dhooram vidiyum manadhil innum yen baaram&lt;br /&gt;Un nenjam muzhuvadhum veeram irundhum kannil innum yen eeram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abavaanan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urimai izhandhom udamayum izhandhom unarvai izhakalaama&lt;br /&gt;Unarvai koduthu uyirai valartha kanavai marakalaama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thozhvi nilayena ninaithal manidhan vazhvai ninaikalaama&lt;br /&gt;Vazhvai sumayena ninaithu thaayin kanavai midhikalaama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidiyalukillai dhooram vidiyum manadhil innum yean baaram&lt;br /&gt;Un nenjam muzhuvadhum veeram irundhum kannil innum yen eeram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abavaanan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuddhangal thondrattum rathangal sindhattum paadhai maaralaama&lt;br /&gt;Rathathin veppathil achangal vegattum kolghai saagalaama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urimai izhandhom udamayum izhandhom unarvai izhakalaama&lt;br /&gt;unarvai koduthu uyirai valartha kanavai marakkalaama&lt;br /&gt;Yuddhangal thondrattum rathangal sindhattum paadhai maaralaama&lt;br /&gt;Rathathin veppathil achangal vegattum kolghai saagalaama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. There is no failure except in no longer trying. — Elbert Hubbard (1856-1915).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-8416010924623125991?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/8416010924623125991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=8416010924623125991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8416010924623125991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8416010924623125991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2008/07/oomai-vizhigal-thozhvi-nilayena.html' title='Oomai vizhigal - Thozhvi nilayena ninaithal'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-5748296855047210355</id><published>2008-06-08T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T14:23:52.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>Lifting to failure</title><content type='html'>I want to announce today that anyone who stops at failure is doomed to fail. The reason is because failure is just a momentary step on the road to success. Most often, I have found that anyone who is successful has gone through some level of failure and the only difference between those who are successful and those who are failures is that the successful use their failings as a learning mechanism and not a reason to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure is defined as an act or instance of failing or proving unsuccessful; lack of success. Fail is defined as to fall short of success or achievement in something expected, attempted, desired, or approved. These definition simply shows us that failure is not permanent but something temporary as well as a pathway to success. Anything that you fail at can be done over if you so desire. If the the moment is truly important, than repeating the process will eventually gain success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to change the way we look at failure in order to give it a more positive perspective. Any advent weightlifter will tell you that, You'll never know how much weight you can lift until you reach an amount that you can't. This is commonly known as "lifting to failure" which means that you push yourself as far as you can until you cannot lift anymore. I've experienced this during my strength training days and it helped me to understand that, although you cannot lift it today, you can come back in a few days and try again. Pushing yourself as far as you can will let you know what is possible, but, by avoiding your limitations, you will never reach your peak. The fear of failure stops us a lot quicker than what true failure can do in itself. If you can push past failure, you will be surprised by what you can accomplish. Proverbs 24:10 says, If you fail under pressure, your strength is not very great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure is so important in weightlifting because it breaks the muscles down so much that you cannot possibly lift anymore at that point. But, this doesn't mean that you will never be able to lift the weights, you just won't lift it at that moment. It is important to understand that failure is not final, but just momentary.  It was once said,&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;              "You always pass failure on the way to success."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Mickey Rooney &lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mickey_Rooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-5748296855047210355?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/5748296855047210355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=5748296855047210355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5748296855047210355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5748296855047210355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2008/06/lifting-to-failure.html' title='Lifting to failure'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-3894997043548364909</id><published>2008-05-28T17:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:49:24.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Juan</title><content type='html'>My car is more than a machine/automobile, and my relationship with it is intensely personal. I am highly or immoderately fond of my recent found love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know? Almost four in 10 of those polled said their car has a personality of its own. Two in 10 have a nickname for their car. Most often it is a female nickname; Three in 10 think of their car as having a gender, with 23% thinking of their cars as female, compared with just 7% male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been since 5 months I never name ma car since ma sweetheart Srilatha Rebala planned to name (or I really want her to find one). Later, I found Sri is busy on many things I took charge to find out the name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a 'call to engage in a contest' (tough challenge) and the search was wide and I am not convinced by my many of my (earlier) findings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Hasten Schucy&lt;br /&gt;# Betty&lt;br /&gt;# Buboo&lt;br /&gt;# Rocky&lt;br /&gt;# Hyper-X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the long series has no way finding a place for a fix. Today around (29th May 2008) 4.45 AM I manage to bring the best for ma passion! He is 'Juan'. This is mainly known as a Spanish name, but it is also a Manx (Gaelic language of the Isle of Man) form of John, pronounced JOO-an. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning of Juan -&gt; 'The lord is gracious'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish Me and Juan good luck guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-3894997043548364909?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/3894997043548364909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=3894997043548364909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3894997043548364909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3894997043548364909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2008/05/juan.html' title='Juan'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-8150580016348799807</id><published>2008-05-13T03:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T04:25:53.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social'/><title type='text'>Losing Another Battle</title><content type='html'>Healthy relationships are (always) founded on mutual trust and respect. The committed relationships irreparably damaged by infidelity. It is better to be broken rather than fractured. Because the pain is gradually more than what we have it on one such shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indfidelity--&gt; It's a true violation of the mutually agreed upon. Men feels insecure and lose confidence on things if at all the later haven't been unadulterated with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she was unhappy, she should have broken up with you, not cheated on you. Cheating should never be excused as a rational approach to dealing with other problems within a relationship. She cheated because she made a decision to do the wrong thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you and your girlfriend are in a fairly new relationship, and she kissed someone at a club, you might be able to get over that, especially if she came clean on her own and expressed true remorse. If she’s actually been dating and sleeping with someone behind your back, then you should absolutely leave this girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SCl3NDnqbgI/AAAAAAAABA0/0qBqmkIGCco/s1600-h/Broken_Heart_by_starry_eyedkid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SCl3NDnqbgI/AAAAAAAABA0/0qBqmkIGCco/s320/Broken_Heart_by_starry_eyedkid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199818310969617922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has no respect for you, your feelings, or your relationship. Plus, she really cannot be trusted and she clearly has severe commitment issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, the heart is the only broken instrument that works. This is the one such thing that I always strive hard to taste the success. Donno, how many times I go downward in movement??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not foreseen or dreamt of things happened abruptly fall short of your feet is an act of terminating a life....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Attn Girls : You can replace the Men/Women on this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-8150580016348799807?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/8150580016348799807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=8150580016348799807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8150580016348799807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8150580016348799807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2008/05/losing-another-battle.html' title='Losing Another Battle'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SCl3NDnqbgI/AAAAAAAABA0/0qBqmkIGCco/s72-c/Broken_Heart_by_starry_eyedkid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-4310741201293485457</id><published>2008-03-25T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T04:22:24.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>An angry silence</title><content type='html'>This new technology has not lived up to the expectations. The deferential regard for...............is missing?! The war is between emotion and intellect. As written by an American artist 'Florence Scovel Shinn'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot always control our thoughts, but we can control our words, and  repetition impresses the subconscious, and we are then master of the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-4310741201293485457?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/4310741201293485457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=4310741201293485457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/4310741201293485457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/4310741201293485457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2008/03/angry-silence.html' title='An angry silence'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-8047104272740991600</id><published>2008-03-22T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T07:15:15.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>déjà vu</title><content type='html'>Heart's desire 'Dream'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R-UUVwxaTeI/AAAAAAAAA_k/jmRgTQ8U4VA/s1600-h/Hearts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R-UUVwxaTeI/AAAAAAAAA_k/jmRgTQ8U4VA/s320/Hearts.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180569310461578722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, I haven't seen you (.....) in a blue moon. A voice that amazes&lt;br /&gt; when I received your call day before. &lt;br /&gt;When I started feeling you around through the sense of touch and when I happen to strengthen....I realized you are way too far. I felt that what the informant says may well be true. I will not fake emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent days, your mobility has become more limited or restricted. Like, 'Air is invisible' I can only see you in thoughts. I inaugurated the mystery of your loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we still the same people?? I truly cast about the words...I swear I am pausing then 'N' there! An 'Auscultation' would have crossed more than 300+ bpm instead of the ususal 60-100. What could be the cause of pain? It's not so interesting but I really don't want to regret after 15 yrs from now 'Why did I lost the art?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would need a lot of efforts, To make such a strong impression as to overcome. After all Life is a journey - not a destination. Finally, Missing you as ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-8047104272740991600?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/8047104272740991600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=8047104272740991600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8047104272740991600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8047104272740991600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2008/03/dj-vu.html' title='déjà vu'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R-UUVwxaTeI/AAAAAAAAA_k/jmRgTQ8U4VA/s72-c/Hearts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-6250505131472794369</id><published>2008-02-25T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T06:45:56.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>My signature - My tears turned....+ve!</title><content type='html'>Hey there ppl -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy doody there? Long time since we met. But still most of the props I possess are bought from you. So I always remember you guys n gals. I could’ve for free, before the opening night (2008) with no wait in line, but I didn’t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you know and see I’m feeling down&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to go and call my name&lt;br /&gt;When I’d rather make it hear no sound&lt;br /&gt;It makes it worse cuz it’s not the same….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s times when you’re in…and you’re in… but then there’s those times…and it just sucks. Everything went wrong, and you ask…is the juice worth the squeeze? I was lost, but now I’m found. Here's ME back again on the track :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the great things of every great moments in my life! Here's one of the greatest moments so far. My emotion aroused by something awe-inspiring, astounding, or marvelous on the day 22nd January 2008. Can I have a reason for being amazed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 yrs of hard work for a boy who started his journey at the age of 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# as a Newspaper boy, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# STD booth worker, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Auditor office receptionist (some times a Tea boy), &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Especially involuntarily for sometime, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Computer hardware (an apprentice who always find a chance to go out with the engineer to learn some hardware troubleshooting), &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# A marketing representative with a bag (which is not my cup of tea), &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Trainee Hub Operations, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Executive Hub Operations, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Again involuntarily for sometime,  (Tough luck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Trainee- Server administration, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Technical Support Engineer, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Sr.Systems Engineer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# and now as a Team Lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are all the dreams that drove me for all these years?? An ardent love to be successful, an intense emotion, very strong interest to be one of the person who can also be in this society as an eligible member of the human race, Ma passion towards the cars and bikes, building a beautiful home with love for Mumma, Nannatha (grandpa) and Nooramma (grani), a peaceful breath to the family who's breath is always tough to get me to this stage. Overall can I say that I am opposite of failure?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, as a child I was very curious about why people behave the way they do. So I would observe them and study them but I never found any interesting way to know more about what made them tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not a future predictive science at all. If success is really your passion and that's what you want to do in life then stick to it through the ups and downs and stay focused and things will eventually work out for the best. This is my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided here's the deal. I wanna drive a four wheeler for mumma, nana, and nani but how? Money does matter mate! Haan! But nothing is impossible, it is always I'mPossible! With a lot of determination, a lot of courage. You have got to be persistent, and push through no matter how tough the going gets is what I always say to 'ME'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The count down started from the tea shop. What? Can you get it? Oh yea, I can say that when I sit at the Tea shop nor walk to the office counting how many cars passed me? Crazy right? Yeah, I am crazy to own a car. That happened (the count) for 46 cars on the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to say 'Come on mate, come on Mr.H! One day your car will be here at 47th on road but who knows how many would have counted just like you'? Just like your passion? Just like you endure anxiously? Just like my cup of blood? The blood is red in colour but how many have the gesture to own your O' +ve? No, that's O(H) positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous, Surprise and Delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous : Suspicious or fearful of being displaced by a rival (Me). Basically, these people are considered as 'Fearful of the loss'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise : State of amazement for some no many of my relations. They sneak up on that I caught something strange. I shall surprise the assembled members of our family 'Expect the Unexpected'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delighted : But many that are first shall be last; and the last shall be first. Yes, I am talking about my loved one's who really care, dare to do whatever I want. No less in space, validity, and pleasure it's my mumma (I love you mom), my nannatha &lt;br /&gt;(He is my enemy is what he says about me but the truth is he loves me like anything), my nooramma (The strict financier is yet to sponser something for me LOLz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To own this I had to go for a state of distress, affliction, difficulty and many more but the gear has always not been made for Reverse. It meant to go for a reverse to hit the target, to move forward, bounce back...the day came, the Day came &lt;br /&gt;to me to own my brand new Tata Indica V2 Xeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist, I couldn't breath, I couldn't hear the usual heartbeat instead everything is moving slow...I am asking myself what's the time? Arre yaar, what's the time? Why things are moving slow today? Is there something happening around to make the day slow? Where is the sunlight dude? Why is it still dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 4.00 AM --&gt; I took 2 hrs permission&lt;br /&gt;Time: 4.20 AM --&gt; Cab started and moving slowly (what's this huh?)&lt;br /&gt;Time: 4.45 AM --&gt; Got into the Government bus grrrr....It's slower than the tortoise&lt;br /&gt;Time: 5.45 AM --&gt; Was wondering all the above past in the bus (Sweet or Soar a memory is always a memory) and rushing to get down from the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Time: 6.00 AM --&gt; Get ready mom, nani getup, nana we got to go to cbe for some work. So be ready...&lt;br /&gt;Time: 7.20 AM --&gt; Ringing Ketan, hey dude what's up? Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;Time: 8.10 AM --&gt; Ketan calling, I am too fast to pick up the call in a milli sound from the hand phone, Oh yea dude! Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Time: 8.30 AM --&gt; Ketan calling, I am reached! Can you come down?&lt;br /&gt;Time: 9.40 AM --&gt; Tafe access&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10.25AM --&gt; Nana was SURPRISED because this secret wasn't opened to him earlier. Nannatha is excited just a step more than me seeing his grandson to own a car!!!! What's the feel? I cannot get the feel of his eyes translated over my letters hmmm!!&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10.30AM --&gt; Oh yea I saw ma love, I saw ma money converted into an Arctic Silver colour, I saw ma hardwork, I saw ma mumma and grandparents, I saw Ketan, I saw NO, I felt something is trying to come out from my eyes but I cannot help to get it outside. What's that? That's ma Tears of Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of voice is around me now! I tried to find it out and here it is 'Your dream car is waiting for you' but whoz that? Is it my own voice hitting from inside?? Well well donno and now Nooramma handed over the key to me (with) eyes filled of tears and there's ma mumma standing behind me as ever (She is my support, she is my breath, she is my everything) and Nannatha standing opposite with hands at the back wondering about me. A proud grandfather on his part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hugged ma mumma and then drove my dream one step ahead saying in a symbolic art, I'm always ahead and I 'Born to WIN!'. Nooramma, then on the driver seat for Du'a (Dua is an Arabic term which means to 'call out' or to 'summon'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslims use this term and call out to God, and Muslims regard this as one of the second greatest acts of worship in Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And your Lord says: "Call on Me; I will answer your (Prayer)!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he answered to the prayer? Well, I don't know but my mumma's prayers will be answered and here's the answer. Though I don't believe in god for the sake of good soul's around me, I accepted this and headed the following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We went to Dharka in Trichy Road for Dua's&lt;br /&gt;2. We went to the CSI Church Trichy road (Opp. G.H)&lt;br /&gt;3. We went to Chenni andavar temple for the prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is no clue since everything is straight forward in this article. Here's the new car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R8LOMzcld9I/AAAAAAAAA-E/Oilz3Db4UHM/s1600-h/P1210267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R8LOMzcld9I/AAAAAAAAA-E/Oilz3Db4UHM/s320/P1210267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170922041538607058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R8LTsTcld-I/AAAAAAAAA-M/TMSgKDaYQQA/s1600-h/P1210270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R8LTsTcld-I/AAAAAAAAA-M/TMSgKDaYQQA/s320/P1210270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170928080262625250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R8LUOjcld_I/AAAAAAAAA-U/q80QwXYkGqo/s1600-h/P1210272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R8LUOjcld_I/AAAAAAAAA-U/q80QwXYkGqo/s320/P1210272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170928668673144818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green colour saree - Ma mumma&lt;br /&gt;Orange colour saree - Ma nani&lt;br /&gt;White shirt             - Ma nana&lt;br /&gt;Blue strip shirt         - That's me (hope you can recognize me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Finally, I got to say one thing 'It's not owned, it's obsessed/possessed.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-6250505131472794369?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/6250505131472794369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=6250505131472794369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/6250505131472794369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/6250505131472794369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-signature-my-tears-turnedve.html' title='My signature - My tears turned....+ve!'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R8LOMzcld9I/AAAAAAAAA-E/Oilz3Db4UHM/s72-c/P1210267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-3690511567571444832</id><published>2007-12-28T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T13:24:09.682-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Incitement</title><content type='html'>The act or an instance of exciting came my way yesterday. Intensity of feeling or reaction to receive the call from my BEST friend Mierra. The fact is this was not the whole reason for my excitement. But for the first time I heard Prakash's (her hubby) voice. Since me and mierra are friends for the last 7+ yrs this is the first time I spoke to Prakash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew him (heard from Mierra) and use to probe about him to Mierra and the chance of speaking to him and her kid 'Sandy' is the surprise new year gift for me. Overall the instance made my day with a wide smile. Good luck to you guys 'Mierra Prakash and Sandy' and advanced New year wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-3690511567571444832?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/3690511567571444832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=3690511567571444832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3690511567571444832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3690511567571444832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/12/incitement.html' title='Incitement'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-5715795364446700115</id><published>2007-12-28T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T13:16:25.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social'/><title type='text'>Abuse over the Community</title><content type='html'>I've been surfing 'rediff.com' since I am a regular user here to read/search for some good stuff's in the website. I was anxiously looking at the articles about the assassination of former Pakistan Prime Minister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such an article 'A caring wife, loving mother and courageous leader' dated on 'December 28, 2007' I got a chance to look at the Discussion Board and was in the position to report that user as an 'ABUSE'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go ahead and see the screenshot attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R3VlpgBRPWI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Q_nu_gEXCOQ/s1600-h/Rediff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R3VlpgBRPWI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Q_nu_gEXCOQ/s320/Rediff.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149133512612330850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kind of Anti-Social elements are diseases; equivalent to eradication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-5715795364446700115?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/5715795364446700115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=5715795364446700115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5715795364446700115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5715795364446700115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/12/abuse-over-community.html' title='Abuse over the Community'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R3VlpgBRPWI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Q_nu_gEXCOQ/s72-c/Rediff.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-7217194317304794763</id><published>2007-12-26T15:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T15:43:40.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Perspective (a) Lookout</title><content type='html'>Rahul was in a sad mood when Anu joined him in the balcony. Anu asked mischievously if he had lost a fortune when his ship sank. Rahul said “I was worried about some problems at work”. Anu was not just a good wife but she had always stayed a good friend since their marriage. So he explained the major politics happening at the highest level in office and how the morale of the team was low. Many of his colleagues were bitter and were planning to quit at the first opportunity they get. Rahul explained that the very thought of going to office irritated him these days. Anu tried giving some suggestions but Rahul was too negative to take any of them. He said “it is easier for you to suggest Anu. You should come to office and experience what we go through”. She smiled and said “let us hope things would improve. We cant do anything else. Let us sleep now”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahul moved slowly to the bedroom. He watched Anu entering the next bedroom. He called out “are you not joining me tonight dear?”. She replied “No. You are too negative today. I guess I need to be alone to get some good sleep”. He asked sadly “do you want to leave me alone tonight?”. She said “Not like that. I need to be alone dear. Sleep tight. Good night” and locked her room from inside. He feebly returned her greeting with a good night wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahul was feeling miserable partly from his office worries and felt worse because he could not get his dear Anu to comfort him now. He could not get sleep. He walked out of his room and looked at the next bedroom door. He was wiser not to knock at the door. When she said something, she always meant it. Tonight, if she wanted to be alone, he dared not question it. He was a bit surprised that the window closer to that door was not properly closed. He tried opening the window and it opened. He knew that he could reach one of the door latches through the window but if she had put the second latch, the door cannot be opened from outside. He stretched his hand and tried opening the first latch. With difficulty, he opened it. Then he tried if the door was opening and it did. Good she had not remembered to put the second latch, he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slowly walked in. If she was aware of his presence in the room, she did not show it. Soon he moved closer to her. Anu said in a surprised tone “how come you managed to find an entry?”. Ravi said “I found a way out. To be precise, I found a way in”. Anu said “Rahul. Please go away”. He said “No. I wont and I cant”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anu said “hey. You are pressing me hard”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahul replied “I want to”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So you don’t care about me?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who said so? I know you don’t mind my presence too”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paused for a moment and then asked “Rahul. Are you happy now?”. He said “I am mighty happy now. You saw how smartly I won finally now. Are you happy too?”. She said “I am happy for you. I want you to be happy always”.  Rahul asked “You saying initially that u wanted to be alone and leaving the window open were all part of the plan to make me feel happy?”. Anu said “Yes it was my plan. Had you not known it, I would not have told you”. Rahul was nearly in tears when he said “I love you”. They both melted in each other’s arms for the next half an hour. Later, Rahul said “we never value the good things that we have. We always worry about those things that we don’t have. You are the best thing in my life and why should I worry about anything else?”. Anu smiled and said “I just wish to be as good as you are. You are the best thing in my life too”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-7217194317304794763?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/7217194317304794763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=7217194317304794763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/7217194317304794763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/7217194317304794763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/12/perspective-lookout.html' title='Perspective (a) Lookout'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-8913392012807197844</id><published>2007-12-26T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T15:12:56.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Dialogue</title><content type='html'>There's many a days in the past three months that I need to remember. Though I had many personal trouble/worries for not smiling but I strongly believe there's definitely a gang of guys for my smile. I would like to write their names here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nathan  (Mike)&lt;br /&gt;2. Sathish (Ayar (a) Madurayila)&lt;br /&gt;3. James   (Jamie)&lt;br /&gt;4. Last but not least Raja (Rowdy raja (a) salem (a) Leggu dhadha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a line of dialogues delivered by these guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dialogue from 'Rowdy Raja'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enaku puliyoda vaala irukaratha vida poonayoda moonjiya irukarathuthan pidikum"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final touch is amazing after this dialogue that's nothing but 'Myaaaw'. Pheww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nathan (Mike) The water bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A$$hole", "A$$hole", "A$$hole" The way he delivers this is amazing. He puts in a lot of Accent that he got trained from Accenture Bangalore LOLz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. James (Jamie) Kolandhai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boss, Tequila", "Residency", "Bill", "Booze", "Yezdi", "Mettupalayam". Ppl who doesn't find anything interesting with this guys dialogue can feel sorry. But he is the pillar here ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ayar (Sathish) Madurayilaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy sounds a typical Madurai guy. His accent puts him in a place where everyone will see him as a 'Thatha' uf 'Dhadha'. He is the middle of everyone's attention. Whatever ppl say he will immediately jump into the topic with 'Madurayilaa'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, when I talk something about Computers...Read the conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous : This book seems to be interesting&lt;br /&gt;Ayar      : Madurayila&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous : Look at the Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Ayar      : Madurayila&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous : What's the time?&lt;br /&gt;Ayar      : Madurayila&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous : Look at the beautiful bird (girl)&lt;br /&gt;Ayar      : Madurayila&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous : Water&lt;br /&gt;Ayar      : Madurayila&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous : Appuram (Then)&lt;br /&gt;Ayar      : Madurayila&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous : ???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ayar      : Madurayila&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous : Acho amma thirumbavuma??? (Oh my god another time???)&lt;br /&gt;Ayar      : Madurayila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what? Anonymous is running like anything LOLz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-8913392012807197844?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/8913392012807197844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=8913392012807197844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8913392012807197844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8913392012807197844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/12/dialogue.html' title='Dialogue'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-4758731184986600417</id><published>2007-12-23T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T12:18:00.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Ennai yedho seithuvittal- She has done an injury!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R27CagBRPVI/AAAAAAAAA0E/JoOchx3iQaM/s1600-h/0060-0504-1216-4416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R27CagBRPVI/AAAAAAAAA0E/JoOchx3iQaM/s320/0060-0504-1216-4416.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147265184658701650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give an account of speech or writing about yesterday's....The time was around 21.00 PM I was waiting for the cab near Peelamedu (Coimbatore). That was the moment I need to recall for even now. That delight the senses, especially the sense of sight! There was a BIRD who crossed me was the thing that I am describing about..! I strongly believe that I almost forgot to blink the eyelids for atleast a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could recall an American poet's line's here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a little girl Who had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead, When she was good She was very, very good, But when she was bad she was horrid. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, (1807-1882)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say 'Wherever you go my Network follows' just like the HUTCH ad (Now its Vodafone). Hmmm, anyways thanks to the obscure for this FEEL good FEEL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-4758731184986600417?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/4758731184986600417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=4758731184986600417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/4758731184986600417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/4758731184986600417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/12/ennai-yedho-seithuvittal-she-has-done.html' title='Ennai yedho seithuvittal- She has done an injury!'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R27CagBRPVI/AAAAAAAAA0E/JoOchx3iQaM/s72-c/0060-0504-1216-4416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-2155168665086707944</id><published>2007-12-16T15:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T15:32:20.702-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Iru kangal sollum.....kathal seidhi</title><content type='html'>This is one of the best songs from the movie 'Kadhal Samrajyam' that I remember in my life. Thanks to Jamuna who introduced this song to me early 2002. So I dedicate this lyrics to Jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go with the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iru kaNgaL sollum kaadhal seidhi&lt;br /&gt;un kaadhal seiyum leelai ingae konjam illai&lt;br /&gt;iru kaNgaL sollum kaadhal seidhi&lt;br /&gt;un kaadhal seiyum leelai ingae konjam illai&lt;br /&gt;ennodu naan paesa kannaadi sirikkindradhe&lt;br /&gt;en udal yeano aadaigaL veRukkindradhey&lt;br /&gt;varuvaai nee oar muRai dhaan&lt;br /&gt;oru naaLil en vaazhvil&lt;br /&gt;en naga kaNNum kaNNeeril nanaighindradhey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iru kaNgaL sollum kaadhal seidhi&lt;br /&gt;un kaadhal seiyum leelai ingae konjam illai&lt;br /&gt;iru kaNgaL sollum kaadhal seidhi&lt;br /&gt;un kaadhal seiyum leelai ingae konjam illai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en paerai kaettaalae un paerai solgindraen&lt;br /&gt;en nizhal kooda neeyaaga therigindradhey&lt;br /&gt;en kaNNil mai ezhudhi un kaNNai paarkkindraen&lt;br /&gt;naan udai maatra adhu saelai aagindradhey&lt;br /&gt;iru kaNgaL sollum kaadhal seidhi&lt;br /&gt;un kaadhal seiyum leelai ingae konjam illai&lt;br /&gt;iru kaNgaL sollum kaadhal seidhi&lt;br /&gt;un kaadhal seiyum leelai ingae konjam illai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nee poarthiya poarvai vaendumae&lt;br /&gt;kanavu dhinam dhaanae kaetkindradhey&lt;br /&gt;nee paarthadhil kaayam aanadhey&lt;br /&gt;valigaL un paarvai paarkkindradhey&lt;br /&gt;kooraana nagathaalae kolvaai kaNNae&lt;br /&gt;adi poaraadi thoaRkathaan sollvaai kaNNae&lt;br /&gt;nee poovaalae paai poadu&lt;br /&gt;rojakkaL vaendaamae&lt;br /&gt;kuththum mutkaL kuththum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iru kaNgaL sollum kaadhal seidhi&lt;br /&gt;un kaadhal seiyum leelai ingae konjam illai&lt;br /&gt;iru kaNgaL sollum kaadhal seidhi&lt;br /&gt;un kaadhal seiyum leelai ingae konjam illai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaen sirikkiRaen udalai neLikkiRaen&lt;br /&gt;irandu thalaiyaNaigal naan kaetkiraen&lt;br /&gt;nee mattuma naanum naNbanai&lt;br /&gt;irukki aNaithaenae purighindradhaa&lt;br /&gt;nee neeraadum neer aLLi kudippaen anbe&lt;br /&gt;en kaadhoaram un moochil thudippaen anbe&lt;br /&gt;un kazhuthoaram nuni naakkaal&lt;br /&gt;oru koalam varaindhaalae&lt;br /&gt;poadhum kaNNae poadhum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iru kaNgaL sollum kaadhal seidhi&lt;br /&gt;un kaadhal seiyum leelai ingae konjam illai&lt;br /&gt;iru kaNgaL sollum kaadhal seidhi&lt;br /&gt;un kaadhal seiyum leelai ingae konjam illai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ennodu naan paesa kannaadi sirikkindradhe&lt;br /&gt;en udal aeno aadaigaL veRukkindradhey&lt;br /&gt;en paerai kaettaalae un paerai solgindraen&lt;br /&gt;en nizhal kooda neeyaaga therigindradhey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iru kaNgaL sollum kaadhal seidhi&lt;br /&gt;un kaadhal seiyum leelai ingae konjam illai&lt;br /&gt;iru kaNgaL sollum kaadhal seidhi&lt;br /&gt;un kaadhal seiyum leelai ingae konjam illai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-2155168665086707944?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/2155168665086707944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=2155168665086707944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/2155168665086707944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/2155168665086707944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/12/iru-kangal-sollumkathal-seidhi.html' title='Iru kangal sollum.....kathal seidhi'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-837506046008937121</id><published>2007-12-16T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T11:58:13.534-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Come back Ecstasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R2WDQwBRPUI/AAAAAAAAAys/o_bZIhjKneQ/s1600-h/sunlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R2WDQwBRPUI/AAAAAAAAAys/o_bZIhjKneQ/s320/sunlight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144662473132031298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week or probably the whole couple of months bundled with indistinct. I have been walking through the rough patch battling between heart and the brain. From long days in the field needing something the most but all went in a vain. Well Someone's pain is someone gain? Or it could be reciprocative by saying "Its that pain for gain"?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what makes the chemistry chucked?! Well well its again a part and its not the packaged bundle. Now or never I would like to see the most horrible instance in my life. NO! Anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am feeling sick for the past couple of days and the illness has closely shot a snap with my close buddies including Mike who is willing to break the pain in his legs. Today, it was such a horrible day that Arun has met with an accident and hospitalized. Well all these pains will ever be removed? Yes! And I am looking forward for the brightest morning for all these guys including me to see the sunlight, a can of beer, a salsa, a a a a a. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can stop the sunlight that shed lights on us even if our hands like to...! As ever positive I will recall "Changes are only constant". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-837506046008937121?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/837506046008937121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=837506046008937121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/837506046008937121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/837506046008937121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/12/come-back-ecstasy.html' title='Come back Ecstasy'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R2WDQwBRPUI/AAAAAAAAAys/o_bZIhjKneQ/s72-c/sunlight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-8929481351625364344</id><published>2007-12-02T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:28:34.808-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Kathalikka Neramillai - Sollapadatha Kathal Kathai --&gt; Vijay TV KNI</title><content type='html'>Star Vijay is one of the 'Stylish' channels that I tune in very often. It is hot with a new baked love story 'Kathalikka Neramillai' with a sub-title 'Sollapadatha Kadhal'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R1Mz7WUylzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_gfl_3RKs5E/s1600-R/in_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R1Mz7WUylzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/imK9di_Yows/s320/in_logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139508694457947954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the title and its sub-title, predicting that it could be a romantic flick that has never seen the lights is what everyone think. Why me is the exception? Could be something related to Friendship, Marriage, Love, Live-in, Flirt and baked with lot of emotions?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Star Vijay says about the 'NewBee'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amidst the chaos of everyday lives, do young professionals (striving to make it big in the corporate ladder) have any time for personal relationships, develop it and make them blossom? This is a story of any young professional in urban cities across the world and that’s exactly what Vijay’s new serial Kadhalika Neramillai is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadhalikka Neramillai is a story of two young people Sakthi and Divya caught in the turmoil of life in a metro. Two strong individuals with their own mindsets, their expectations of life; come together by chance and take matters in their own hands and don’t let society or community take their decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst a whirlpool of emotions, what does love mean to them; their search for answers to life’s difficult question about love lost and found forms the essence of the series.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one beautiful thing about this serial is it was shot exclusively in Singapore. It is fresh, stylish and adorable (Hope I too visit those places soon ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all I am pretty much impressed with the Music and its Lyrics. Here we go listen to the song from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://vijay.indya.com/serials/kni/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is the lyrics (that too in my own loveable Mother Tongue 'Tamil').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;என்னை தேடி காதல் என்ற வார்த்தை அனுப்பு&lt;br /&gt;உன்னை தேடி வாழ்வின் மொத்த அர்த்தம் தருவேன்&lt;br /&gt;செல்லரிக்கும் தனிமையில் செத்துவிடுமுன் செய்தி அனுப்பு ஒ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;என்னிடத்தில் தேக்கிவைத்த காதல் முழுதும் –&lt;br /&gt;உன்னிடத்தில் கொண்டு வர தெரியவில்லை&lt;br /&gt;காதலதை சொல்லுகின்ற வழி தெரிந்தால் சொல்லி அனுப்பு ஒ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;பூக்கள் உதிரும் சாலை வழியே பேசி செல்கிறேன்&lt;br /&gt;மரங்கள் கூட நடப்பது போல நினைத்து கொள்கிறேன்&lt;br /&gt;கடிதம் ஒன்றில் கப்பல் செய்து மழையில் விடுகிறேன்&lt;br /&gt;கனவில் மட்டும் காதல் செய்து இரவை கொல்கிறேன்&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;என்னை தேடி காதல் என்ற வார்த்தை அனுப்பு&lt;br /&gt;உன்னை தேடி வாழ்வின் மொத்த அர்த்தம் தருவேன்&lt;br /&gt;செல்லரிக்கும் தனிமையில் செத்துவிடுமுன் செய்தி அனுப்பு ஒ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;யாரோ ? உன் காதலில் வாழ்வது யாரோ ?-&lt;br /&gt;உன் கனவினில் நிறைவது யாரோ ? என் சலனங்கள் தீர்த்திட வாராயோ !?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ஏனோ என் இரவுகள் நீள்வது, ஏனோ ? ஒரு பகல் எனை சுடுவது ஏனோ,?&lt;br /&gt;என் தனிமையின் அவஸ்தைகள் தீராதோ..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;காதல் தர நெஞ்ஜம் காத்துயிருக்கு காதலிக்க அங்கு நேரம் இல்லையா ?&lt;br /&gt;இலையை போல் என் இதயம் தவறி விழுது..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key factors &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# The music was composed by Vijay Antony (Dishum, Nan Avan Illai fame)&lt;br /&gt;# The lyrics are penned by Thenmozhi Das (Kudos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-8929481351625364344?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/8929481351625364344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=8929481351625364344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8929481351625364344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8929481351625364344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/12/kathalikka-neramillai-sollapadatha.html' title='Kathalikka Neramillai - Sollapadatha Kathal Kathai --&gt; Vijay TV KNI'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/R1Mz7WUylzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/imK9di_Yows/s72-c/in_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-5106070587421670677</id><published>2007-11-22T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:32:39.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>ID10T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fictional prose tale (Short story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parnita : Why this PC always having 'Joy of not working'!! If it works throwing me a lot of errors that I need more than a couple of eyes to watch and get excited (sadly)?! Hassy, hey hassy where are you now? And what (who) are you looking outside? Hassssssy????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassy   : Oh oh yea, parni just look at the Mercedes Benz S Class uf huh?! When the Mercedes is gonna b lucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parnita : What re? Watz this? Haan? What do you mean by Mercedes lucky??? My PC is not working re...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassy   : Who, What, When, Where, Why....I think you love the words/sentences that starts with 'W'. As you call me Mr.H should I call you Ms.W? Wooo hoooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parnita : Hassy, why can't you stop doing this? When you gonna do this for me? Come on dear and looook at this error since you are a techie (as u always say 'Am a Tech Savvy') why not you fix it for me? Why not you fix it for your sweetheart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassy   : LOLz, c c c how many why's and when's in the phrase..! WOW! hey huh ummmm yummmy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parnita : What? What ra? hey hassy Whattttttt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassy   : Pheww!! The girl looks hottttttttttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parnita : Grrrr! Wwwwwwhhhhhhaaaaatttt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassy   : Ouch! (as usual acting by hitting at the back of my head) The grill (chicken in the hot pack) looks so hot and it must be tasty....sorry spelling error (As usual, me giving the lecture "An error doesn't become a mistake unless and until if you refuse to recover it"--&gt; for 100000000000th time to her hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parnita : Hmmm, good samalification re! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hassy clicked on a couple of buttons and resolved the issue. Suddenly Parnita emotionally aroused and jumping with joy and trying to hug hassy ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassy  : Na, na, na me YEGA(not MANY)pathini virathan (putting bittu hmmmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled parnita's face expresses a lot of red,green,yellow lights (just like our own tamil cinema) mari mari and then calming down (there is no other go?!) and asks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parnita : impossible???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassy   : No, I am possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parnita : Na re I mean how did u fixed that error? Wondering man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassy   : ID10T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parnita : What wwhhaatt wwwhhhaaattt wwwwhhhhaaaatttt (that vathu I mean what continues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassy   : hey hey listen dear, that's not Idiot! That's an ID Ten T Error. Udane (immediately) don't jump on to me I am an innocent guy! (Ayyo pavam) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this conversation, as ever hassy refers Wikipedia URL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ID-Ten-T_Error&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to show her that he is a 'Tech Savvy' (poor girl...!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-5106070587421670677?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/5106070587421670677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=5106070587421670677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5106070587421670677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5106070587421670677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/11/id10t.html' title='ID10T'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-8637666846374105171</id><published>2007-11-21T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T07:55:19.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Breakfast</title><content type='html'>It was called involuntary fast of sleep. But due to the heavy load (wink) of food and improper sleep brought my photosensitive device go off and on for sometime Pheww!! Then came this eliciting wonder (girl :-)) launching with what her grani said "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vayiru gummuna kannu jimmungum&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLz, but as said by many 'I'm back'. But I uttered this in my own gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-8637666846374105171?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/8637666846374105171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=8637666846374105171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8637666846374105171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8637666846374105171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/11/breakfast.html' title='Breakfast'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-1981768917939279976</id><published>2007-10-29T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T07:55:43.010-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>My return</title><content type='html'>Heya howdy doody guys n gals? Its been of quite a long time right?! Yes! I am glad to see you back via blogging. To start with I would like to make you all put up a wide smile with my return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends sent me a couple of articles which is really really good to go through. Here's the count down starts......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and She get married. Since He is based in europe, he had planned for a trip to italy to celebrate their honeymoon. Its an arranged marriage, and He is trying his level best to impress She atleast in the 1st week. Moreover He is a big fan of Hindi movies, and is spoiled by watching movies of karan joker err karan johar etc. So he had bought a diamond pendant, and wanted to surprise she during their honeymoon trip. He and She reach Venice. Though it’s a bit costly, He had booked a Gondole(Gondola) boat. He made sure that, there is live music in the Gondole boat, where in a guy plays that bulbuldhaara(I am not sure about the spelling) and guitar. He quietly tells the boat guys of his plan. That is, after a point of time once the boat reaches a secluded street with serene atmosphere they should play the music of ‘Titanic’. He will kneel in front of she in one leg, and present her the diamond pendant. Stupid fellow. Romba padam paathu kettu poi irukaan. Anyways, coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Wow. This place is so nice. Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;He: Semma romantic aa irukku la.&lt;br /&gt;She: Yes. Eppadi irukku ella edamum. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, the instrumentalists start playing music. She is majorly impressed. Ofcourse with Venice and music only. He tries to hold her hand, but then she doesn’t pay much attention. She is awed by the surroundings. He is getting impatient. Finally they reach the secluded street. The guys start playing Titanic music. On cue, he gets up in style and tries to bend on knee. She is surprised and looks at He with curiosity. She is not sure, what He is upto. At that moment, there are some waves due to which the boat shakes and He falls flat near She’s feet. Thamizh la sollanumnaa, dhideernu damaal nu vizhundhutaan.&lt;br /&gt;She screams : Enna panreenga&lt;br /&gt;He: err&lt;br /&gt;Slowly he gets up and sits next to her.&lt;br /&gt;She: Ellarukkum munnadi ennadhu idhu&lt;br /&gt;He: Illama. Vandhu.&lt;br /&gt;He tries to take the gift box&lt;br /&gt;She: Enna gift idhu. Golusaa? Golusu maati vida dhaan try paneengaLa?&lt;br /&gt;He: Illai. Idhu&lt;br /&gt;She: ippadiya golusu maati viduvaa. Naan ennamo edho nnu bayandhutten&lt;br /&gt;He: Keezha vizhundhutten maa.&lt;br /&gt;She: Ayyo yen? Madhyanam wine adicha effect aa? Idhukkudhaan sonnen. Vendaam nu&lt;br /&gt;He: Hey wait. I got you a diamond pendant. Idho paaru. Adha style aa kodukkalaamnu try pannen. Appo slip aagi vizhundhutten&lt;br /&gt;She bursts out laughing. Adaavadhu gubeer nu sirichitaa. Looking at her, even the boat guys start laughing and He asadu vazhinjifies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-1981768917939279976?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/1981768917939279976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=1981768917939279976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1981768917939279976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1981768917939279976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-return.html' title='My return'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-5337404673204936774</id><published>2007-09-11T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:21:00.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Work/Life balance matters.</title><content type='html'>I remember 'Graeme Edwards' quote “It’s not the plan that is important, it’s the planning.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking a lot about career growth lately, and as a Team Lead or better called as a Team player, have been generally concerned with making sure there are growth opportunities, regardless of the level or the point in the career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This often put me in the place of silence. Because, I knew from where I started my career (my close buddies know about this and me) and how I travelled, the pain, the fire, the lonely roads(though many ppl to recall but only a few like me walked jobless) but how I am now and where I am now everything gives me the chance to ask me a lot of "????'s'".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, for most of my career, I never had anyone watching out for me of guide me. For the first part of my career, I don’t even think much about my long-term career because of the darkness (which I was travelling). It just happen into new opportunities that taught me new skills and kept me growing everyday. But there was no plan, no goal other than 'To be asked to work diligently'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point in the bigger picture, no one is going to look after your career for you, but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that I am not scoring but I knew my direction is right on track. I dream a lot that dream gave me the courage to face the world. When I stop, turn left and right 'NO' there was no one walking with me but my mumma standing there to watch me with tears filled eyes to see her baby taste the 'Success'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was done, I realized that most of what I put down for a five-year plan could be done in a year. But it took me write down the notes and see to make it happen. This was also a good tool for working with my boss/manager/godfather (a couple of my motivators Mr.Krishna Prasath.P, Mr.Balaji (VCann), Mr.Ramesh (Shiva Steels)and Mr.Herald J George) to recall to craft training and work opportunities for me to meet my goals. I also made sure that these goals included in life are personal goals as well as career goals. The older I get the more I realize that these are intertwined and success in one space brings success to others. Work/Life balance matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to make this anecdote meaningful to you, I’d like to share the steps and some resources I used to help me prepare my five-year goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Template:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Your Name&lt;br /&gt;   2. Today’s Date&lt;br /&gt;      This is important as you reflect back on this document. This will become a touchstone for your growth and a reminder of who you were as you look back at what was important to you in this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;   3. 3–6 Months&lt;br /&gt;          * Start small.&lt;br /&gt;          * Think about short-term goals that are easily achieved but will also help move you towards the longer-term goals.&lt;br /&gt;          * Include some tangible goals.&lt;br /&gt;   4. 6–12 Months&lt;br /&gt;          * Start thinking bigger here—this is planning for a year out.&lt;br /&gt;          * What new skills do you want to learn?&lt;br /&gt;          * What new ideas do you want to share with others?&lt;br /&gt;          * What changes do you want to make? Put them down here along with the steps needed to take to make them happen.&lt;br /&gt;   5. Beyond 12 Months&lt;br /&gt;          * Capture specific plans that you know may take more than a year to get to or accomplish. For me, it was to work on Multiple platform. &lt;br /&gt;          * Be realistic but not afraid to reach. Visualize success in areas you may have little control over. Don’t be afraid to write down a desired goal that may be a stretch.&lt;br /&gt;   6. Longer-term Goals&lt;br /&gt;          * This is the area to think out for the next 3–5 years, including life beyond the company or situation you are currently in. For me, I listed “My Business Dreams” as a goal. This reminds me that I want to do this and I need to make certain decisions and changes in order to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            If I decide at a later time, that I don’t really want to do this, I should remove it off the plan.&lt;br /&gt;   7. Opportunities to Explore at Your Company&lt;br /&gt;          * List all the training and coaching opportunities relevant and currently available at your company.&lt;br /&gt;          * Note relationships that need to be cultivated at your company in order to meet success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Note: This obviously may not apply if you are an independent consultant. Think about other opportunities that might be available through professional associations and networking instead.&lt;br /&gt;   8. Skills to Develop&lt;br /&gt;          * Project what skills you need to develop to reach the goals you listed in the first part of this exercise.&lt;br /&gt;          * What other skills do you need, besides the ones you have now, to attain your goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Since I am a Team Lead or better called as a Team player and this is the area in which I have been growing, I listed things such as Confidence and Effectiveness—along with ideas on how to master these more intangible skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Over the last couple of years, I have purposely put myself into situations to gain confidence—especially when giving presentations. Think about starting slow and building on your successes.&lt;br /&gt;            In addition, I also listed skills of associated/allied roles that I would like to learn in order to make myself a more well-rounded and effective manager in my company.&lt;br /&gt;   9. What I Care About in a Work Environment&lt;br /&gt;          * This may seem frivolous or not important to the task at hand, but it serves to remind you of the values you need to share with the company you work for. As you grow or the company changes this can help guide you when you need to make a change.&lt;br /&gt;  10. Personal Goals&lt;br /&gt;          * Don’t forget the personal goals that you need to weave into your life. It never hurts to write these down as a reminder of work/life balance and of the things that are really important to you as a person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-5337404673204936774?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/5337404673204936774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=5337404673204936774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5337404673204936774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5337404673204936774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/09/worklife-balance-matters.html' title='Work/Life balance matters.'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-269623111354032367</id><published>2007-09-11T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T03:52:39.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Unending love</title><content type='html'>This is one of the most beautiful poem which I have ever read in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times,&lt;br /&gt;In life after life, in age after age forever.&lt;br /&gt;My spell-bound heart has made and re-made the necklace of songs&lt;br /&gt;That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms&lt;br /&gt;In life after life, in age after age forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,&lt;br /&gt;Its ancient tale of being apart or together,&lt;br /&gt;As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge&lt;br /&gt;Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:&lt;br /&gt;You become an image of what is remembered forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount&lt;br /&gt;At the heart of time love of one for another.&lt;br /&gt;We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the same&lt;br /&gt;Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-&lt;br /&gt;Old love, but in shapes that renew and renew forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you,&lt;br /&gt;The love of all man's days both past and forever:&lt;br /&gt;Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life,&lt;br /&gt;The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours-&lt;br /&gt;And the songs of every poet past and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By,&lt;br /&gt;Rabindranath Tagore (Tagore the great)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-269623111354032367?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/269623111354032367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=269623111354032367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/269623111354032367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/269623111354032367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/09/unending-love.html' title='Unending love'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-8411885476813136631</id><published>2007-09-10T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T03:46:04.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Empty hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/RuVsEkH4f_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/OV2TWHIs6eM/s1600-h/00005reg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/RuVsEkH4f_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/OV2TWHIs6eM/s320/00005reg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108608177993711602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruitless! Even the snow falls outside, the feel good climate, seasons one wishes could remain for just a little longer rather than exiting so quickly, the thunder and the lightening, sunlight parallels.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am Lacking purpose or substance? Doesn't it meaningful with this big empty space? Can I come out? Could I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes, 'U' will definitely fill up this space! By the way Whoz that 'U'???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-8411885476813136631?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/8411885476813136631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=8411885476813136631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8411885476813136631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8411885476813136631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/09/empty-hours.html' title='Empty hours'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/RuVsEkH4f_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/OV2TWHIs6eM/s72-c/00005reg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-5521620954363802180</id><published>2007-09-09T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T09:18:50.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Candlelight Dinner</title><content type='html'>You cannot just dream of having a candle light dinner all of a sudden. You have to decide before hand and think of it before making it happen. This is what I hear from all the 4 direction (East, West, North and South). According to me that isn't true :-) Today, I really had a nice dinner with my friend (P.S. not a girl). But with my mama Sathish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a sunny day but later warmed up by traveling in 70 to office for shift. Evening we had '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cappuccino Coffee&lt;/span&gt;' from the opposite Cafe day (hehehe) and then comes this 'Candlelight Dinner'. This is not a preplanned one. We had a plan to go for a break together and that too for dinner to fill something. I drove Viki's RX towards Maruthamalai and on the left side comes this star hotel "Hotel 7 Star".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, wow wow the traditional motel type star hotel with the brownish-black design everywhere (that's because of the Lignite they use for cooking ;-)) Fortunately or unfortunately there is no power so no other go apart from saying OK to the hi-fi (techie guys not Wi-fi LOLz) 'Candlelight'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a cool dinner with my chilly friend "Mathura mathura than" :-) Mama, cheer up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-5521620954363802180?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/5521620954363802180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=5521620954363802180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5521620954363802180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5521620954363802180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/09/candlelight-dinner.html' title='Candlelight Dinner'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-6157075338433571099</id><published>2007-09-09T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T07:14:35.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Mission</title><content type='html'>A big challenge in building a creative company is learning how to bring fresh input into your daily business life. Finding ways to continually broaden your perspective and find inspiration is one of the most basic creative skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking new input is too important to leave to chance encounters. To help you step out of status-quo thinking, you must do the following: 1. Commit to the importance of a continual flow of new input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cultivate a curious mind that continually asks "I wonder what would happen if...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Find new sources of input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you accomplish the first two, almost any environment or conversation can spark new thoughts. These simple ideas can get you started: * Go to events where you'll meet people outside your usual sphere--people from different industries or from other countries, or people who have interests different from yours. Unlike a networking event, you are prospecting for new ideas, not new contacts. Of course, you might also leave with some promising business cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Go to places you don't usually go. If you're looking for innovative ideas for a store display, check out places that sell something you don't and that have a completely different customer demographic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How one store sells sports equipment may give you an idea about how you should sell your bakery goods. Trying the unconventional is a proven way to get your customers' attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Read a book or magazine that introduces you to a new industry, hobby, place or interest. For example, if you have a contracting or interior design business, looking at a book on animal habitats may be the catalyst for an innovative solution. Specialty catalogs, coffee-table books and even greeting cards are rich in images and words that may inspire you--often, the more unusual, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Seek input from people within your company who don't usually get a chance to share their ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Let yourself follow a hunch or whimsy, and see what it teaches you. Remember, inspiration is not tied to the practical or feasible. You may want to begin carrying a small notebook or create a file in your PDA to record any new ideas or creative thoughts. Once you're in the habit of being open to receiving ideas, they'll start flooding in anytime and at anyplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-6157075338433571099?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/6157075338433571099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=6157075338433571099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/6157075338433571099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/6157075338433571099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/09/mission.html' title='Mission'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-5045388868230630641</id><published>2007-09-09T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:14:55.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>TN 39 S 3818</title><content type='html'>The composed climate with tears sloping downward from the sky (almost everywhere until my vision goes on). Now its 7.24 PM (9th Sep '07). Its been a long time since I remember ma first love. But I can't forget that. The craziness is not just because of the craze but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"appropriately passionate"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember ma childhood days sitting in the "Thinnai" (I don't know the exact word in English) thinking that I am driving the "Bike". Then a small stool (A backless and armless single seat supported on legs or a pedestal) with my father's old Ind-Suzuki keys tied with a piece of vest cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my 'Nannatha' (granpa (a) nana) asked "What do you want da kanna?" I replied him I badly need a "Durra" (bike lolz). My lovable 'Nannatha' still remembers that :-) So how can I forget "Ma very first love" haan? That's none other than ma bike 'Suzuki Max 100'. Well well, now I am really focussed to drive a 4 wheeler for me n ma family. A dream of owning one for me :-) I really want to give them comfort all the time. Making them smile smile and smile. A comfortable old age to my gold grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-5045388868230630641?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/5045388868230630641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=5045388868230630641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5045388868230630641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5045388868230630641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/09/tn-39-s-3818.html' title='TN 39 S 3818'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-836692415542382385</id><published>2007-09-09T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T06:32:54.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasy'/><title type='text'>Poetry or Mystery?</title><content type='html'>If I ever get an opportunity to born again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would it be possible to born on her eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be possible to drop into her cheeks?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be possible to die on her lips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Its 'Tears'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-836692415542382385?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/836692415542382385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=836692415542382385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/836692415542382385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/836692415542382385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/09/poetry-or-mystery.html' title='Poetry or Mystery?'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-1499404291291047266</id><published>2007-09-07T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T05:12:29.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>Akkavin Thambi</title><content type='html'>He and She are going on Airport road by Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Hey inniku Sani Peyarchi&lt;br /&gt;He: Oh. By the way, un thambi kku transfer aaidutha?&lt;br /&gt;She: Sani peyrachi pathi sonna, en thambi pathi kaekkara? En thambiya sani nu solriya?&lt;br /&gt;He: Che che. Ippo ‘Intel’ office cross panninom la. I was reminded of your brother. Naan adha kaekkaradhuku munnadi nee Sani peyarchi pathi sollite. Coincidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Enna viLayadariya? En thambi eppolendhu Intel la velai paakaran?&lt;br /&gt;He: No no. Nyabagam irukka? He was wearing a T Shirt ‘Mental Inside’ making fun of that ‘Intel Inside’ advt. So intel paatha udane mental nyabagam vandadhu. Appuram un thambi nyabagam&lt;br /&gt;She: Modhal la sani. Ippo next mental&lt;br /&gt;He: See. I am telling you that it was a coincidence&lt;br /&gt;She: Ennatha coincidence o. Enakku yerkanave en thambiya nenacha kashtama irukku&lt;br /&gt;He: Yaen? He is fine no?&lt;br /&gt;She: Illai. Avanukku innum kalyanam aagaliye. Amma kku ore tension idhanaala&lt;br /&gt;He: Avan happy aa enjoy paNNindu dhaane irukaan. Ellathukkum time nu onnu irukku illaiya. Dont worry&lt;br /&gt;She: Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;He: naan venumna en friends circle la kaekkatta?&lt;br /&gt;She: Seri. Aaamam. What do you mean by avan happy aa dhaane irukaan? Kalyanam aana enjoy panna mudiyadho?&lt;br /&gt;He: Panlaame. But adhu different.&lt;br /&gt;She: Different na?&lt;br /&gt;He: I mean bachelor life fun.&lt;br /&gt;She: Ippa mattum enna vaazhudhaam? You still attend parties. Appuram ishtathukku dhaan ezhundhukare. Nenacha bodhu enna izhuthundu picnic pore. Oru sports program vidaradhu illai. And naan avlova shopping kkum unnai kootindu poradhu illai. Appuram enna enjoyment?&lt;br /&gt;He: Yes I know. I am very lucky to have you. Naan eppadi bayandhen theriyuma before marriage. About how my wife will be. Am really lucky.&lt;br /&gt;(Saying this he smiles at her)&lt;br /&gt;She: ada ada ada&lt;br /&gt;He: Enna?&lt;br /&gt;She: Illai. Nee periya aaLu dhaan&lt;br /&gt;He: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;She: Illai. Naan kaetta keLvikku badhil solla mudiyalai unnala. So ippadi thideernu sweet aa pesi madakka paarkariye. Adha sonnen.&lt;br /&gt;He: Appadi ellam illai. Seri vidu. Nee ippo un appave pathi pesa poriya?&lt;br /&gt;She: Illaiye. Yaen?&lt;br /&gt;He: Anga road la munnadi oru auto eppadi medhuva poraan paaru. Erumai maadu appadinu thittalaam nu irukken. Nee thideernu un appava pathi pesa poga, naan erumai maadu nu solli maRubadiyum kozhappam aagidum. Adhaan. he he&lt;br /&gt;She: !!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-1499404291291047266?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/1499404291291047266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=1499404291291047266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1499404291291047266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1499404291291047266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/09/akkavin-thambi.html' title='Akkavin Thambi'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-7299322032256580832</id><published>2007-09-07T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T05:06:29.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>அல்வா</title><content type='html'>நம்ம கதையோட நாயகன் ஒரு திருமணத்துக்கு போறார். உறவினர் வீட்டு கல்யாணம். போன உடனே அம்மா எங்கே அப்படின்னு தேடறார். அம்மா ஒரு மாமி கூடவும் ஒரு அழகான பொண்ணு கூடவும் பேசிட்டு இருக்காங்க. சார் கொஞ்சம் நைஸா அம்மணியை சைட் அடிக்கறார். தலைல இல்லாத முடியை கோதி விட்டுக்கறார்.&lt;br /&gt;அம்மா: இவ்வளவு நேரமா வரத்துக்கு? கொஞ்ச நேரம் கழிச்சு வந்திருந்தா தாலியே கட்டி முடிச்சிருப்பா&lt;br /&gt;அவன்: தூங்கிட்டேன்மா. நைட் பஸ்ல தூக்கமே இல்லை&lt;br /&gt;(அம்மா கூட பேசிட்டு இருந்தாலும் அய்யா கவனம் எல்லாம் அம்மணி மேல தான். இது போறாதுன்னு அவங்க இவரை பார்த்து ஒரு சிறிய புன்முறுவல் புரிய தலைவர் இஸ்ரொ உதவியில்லாமயே விண்வெளில பறக்கறார்.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அம்மா: சரி. பக்கத்தாத்துல சாவி கொடுத்துட்டு வந்தியா? வேலைக்காரி 11 மணிக்கு வருவா&lt;br /&gt;அவன்: கொடுத்துட்டேன்மா!&lt;br /&gt;அம்மா: சரி. நீ போய் டிபன் சாப்பிடு. மேடைல கூப்படறா. நான் வரேன்&lt;br /&gt;அவன்: சரி மா.&lt;br /&gt;(அம்மணி இன்னும் அங்கயேதான் இருக்காங்க)&lt;br /&gt;அவள்: நீங்க பெங்களூர்ல வேலை பார்க்கறேளா? அம்மா சொன்னா&lt;br /&gt;அவன்: ஆமாம். மன்னார் &amp; கம்பெனில வேலை&lt;br /&gt;அவள்: சரி வாங்கோ சாப்டுண்டே பேசலாம்&lt;br /&gt;அவன்: நீங்களும் பெங்களூரா?&lt;br /&gt;அவள்: இல்லை. நான் ப்ரியா&lt;br /&gt;அவன்: என்னது?&lt;br /&gt;அவள்:என் பேர் ப்ரியான்னு சொன்னேன்&lt;br /&gt;அவன்: ஹி ஹி&lt;br /&gt;அவள்: நான் மெட்ராஸ் தான்&lt;br /&gt;எதிர்பார்க்காம அம்மணியே பேச ஆரம்பிச்சதுல மனுஷனுக்கு தலைகால் புரியலை.&lt;br /&gt;அவன்: இந்த வாட்டி மெட்ராஸ்ல செம்ம வெயில்&lt;br /&gt;அவள்: வருஷாவருஷம் இருக்கறதுதானே&lt;br /&gt;அவன்: இந்த வருஷம் ஜாஸ்தியா இருக்கற மாதிரி இருக்கு&lt;br /&gt;அவள்: உங்க ஊர்ல எப்படி இருக்கு?&lt;br /&gt;அவன்: கிட்டதட்ட இப்படி தான் இருக்கு. ஆனா இப்படி வேர்க்காது&lt;br /&gt;அவள்: அடுத்த வாரம் நான் அங்கே வரேன்&lt;br /&gt;அவன்: ஓ! ஏதாவது வேணும்னா சொல்லுங்கோ&lt;br /&gt;அவள்: கண்டிப்பா சொல்றேன். நீங்க எவ்ளோ வருஷமா அங்க இருக்கீங்க?&lt;br /&gt;அவன்: ஒரு நாலு வருஷமா&lt;br /&gt;அவள்: ஓ. அப்ப நன்னா பழகி இருக்கும் ஊரு.&lt;br /&gt;(சொல்லிட்டு அவனோட இலையை அம்மணி பார்த்து)&lt;br /&gt;அவள்: உங்களுக்கு கல்கண்டு அல்வா போட்டாளோ?&lt;br /&gt;அவன்: இல்லையே? லேட் ஆயிடுத்துல. அதான் காலியாகிருக்கும். பரவால்லே விடுங்கோ&lt;br /&gt;அவள்: அதெப்படி. ஏன்னா இங்க வாங்கோ. சார்க்கு கல்கண்டு அல்வா போட சொல்லுங்கோ&lt;br /&gt;(பட்டு வேட்டி ஜிப்பாவோட ஒருத்தர் வறார்)&lt;br /&gt;அவள்: இவர்தான் என் ஹஸ்பெண்ட். நாங்க தான் இந்த கல்யாண்த்திக்கு கேடரிங்க். இப்படி பண்ணி போர் அடிச்சு போச்சு. அதான் பெங்களூர்ல ஏதவது சாப்ட்வேர் கம்பெனிக்கு டெய்லி காண்ட்ராக்ட் போடுக்கலாம்னு தோண்றது. உங்க நம்பர் கொடுங்கோ. உங்க உதவி கண்டிப்பா தேவைப்படும்&lt;br /&gt;அவன்: !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-7299322032256580832?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/7299322032256580832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=7299322032256580832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/7299322032256580832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/7299322032256580832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='அல்வா'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-1674543789477821347</id><published>2007-09-07T04:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T04:49:48.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Fallen in Love</title><content type='html'>The pictures that stole my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/RuE6EEH4f-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/RoRcFXJZXtc/s1600-h/D9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/RuE5VEH4f2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/_YyRCPeOmxs/s320/1184846955.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107426486461693794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-1674543789477821347?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/1674543789477821347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=1674543789477821347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1674543789477821347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1674543789477821347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/09/screenshots.html' title='Fallen in Love'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/RuE6EEH4f-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/RoRcFXJZXtc/s72-c/D9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-3694736673430566551</id><published>2007-09-07T04:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T04:19:06.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>How normal are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 40% Normal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://anonymouse.org/cgi-bin/anon-www.cgi/http://images.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/somewhat-normal.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some of your behavior is quite normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things you do are downright strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a little of your freak going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anonymouse.org/cgi-bin/anon-www.cgi/http://www.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Normal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-3694736673430566551?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/3694736673430566551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=3694736673430566551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3694736673430566551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3694736673430566551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/09/test.html' title='How normal are you?'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-6374921763305226989</id><published>2007-09-06T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T06:41:15.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>Heya howdy doody guys n gals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a post about how I have not written in this blog for a while. Instead its about what I have been doing. Lots?! No, I have been suffering a lot. As said by Mother  Teresa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"There is much suffering in the world - physical, material, mental"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel this at the right time or at the imprecise minutes??! Well well, in the human race it is an acceptable truth to face dark and the bright! In the recent past I have seen incredible things which I haven't even dreamt of in my life! But I remember one of my colleague writes in the first page of his notebook "Expect the unexpected". Thanks to Arun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain, the loneliness, the disappointment, the emotional disorder, the injury, the angry, the hurt, the tears, the Clamor, the silence, the yelling, finally now I am keeping up a very low profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are not the same Hasan is what I hear from my loved one's". Yes, I knew that I am not the same Hasan but I cannot or I will not continue this Hasan anymore. It may take a little time to come back with full spirit. But nothing is impossible, always 'I'm possible'. Come on Mr.H, you can definitely come out from all the -ve's is what I speak to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is the cry of all, but the game of the few. Yes, the game of an unpleasant feelings is getting out slowly and I will definitely bounce back. I am going to taste/feel the success for sure. Because I am BORN TO WIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-6374921763305226989?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/6374921763305226989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=6374921763305226989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/6374921763305226989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/6374921763305226989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/09/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-1880548240558541924</id><published>2007-09-05T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T06:00:36.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Facing her own heart!</title><content type='html'>Jennifer Sutton 23, recently visited her own heart at an exhibition in London. Jenni received a heart transplant and her original ticker is on display as part of the Welcome Collection's educational exhibition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/Rt6oU0H4f1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/VWUZ6C0jgWs/s1600-h/_images_front_picture_library_UK_dir_2_fortean_times_1386_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/Rt6oU0H4f1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/VWUZ6C0jgWs/s320/_images_front_picture_library_UK_dir_2_fortean_times_1386_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106704103027277650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seeing my heart for the first time is an emotional and surreal experience. It caused me so much pain and turmoil when it was inside me. Seeing it sitting here is extremely bizarre and very strange. Finally I can see this odd looking lump of muscle that has given me so much upset. It's tremendous it has become an object of fascination and will get people thinking about the disease, heart transplants and organ donation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-1880548240558541924?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/1880548240558541924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=1880548240558541924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1880548240558541924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1880548240558541924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/09/facing-her-own-heart.html' title='Facing her own heart!'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/Rt6oU0H4f1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/VWUZ6C0jgWs/s72-c/_images_front_picture_library_UK_dir_2_fortean_times_1386_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-8127615278937684749</id><published>2007-08-25T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T14:01:37.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social'/><title type='text'>Horrendous brutality</title><content type='html'>This day wasn't good enough for many including me. The twin blasts at Hyderabad really shattered many hearts and their dreams. WTF? What the hell you Fu*****rs need? Don't you know the value of a soul???? If you Anti-social elements need a revenge go ahead with the proper channel but why the INNOCENTIES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my manager said this is a 'Horrendous brutality' for sure. No humanity?! I feel like crying, I choke; forcing myself to be strong and telling myself I shouldn’t let anything affect me. Even so, my tears welled up and starts to flow. Wiped those beads trying to avoid letting anybody catch me with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peace offering, which we will consider this morning, is a picture of another of the basic and fundamental needs of human beings. Lost is lost but we can pray for the souls "Rest in Peace" and a courage to their families and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-8127615278937684749?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/8127615278937684749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=8127615278937684749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8127615278937684749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8127615278937684749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/08/horrendous-brutality.html' title='Horrendous brutality'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-7002029454317420433</id><published>2007-08-23T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T16:35:02.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>B'day</title><content type='html'>A message from a heart to .....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which has been pending for quite a long time in my can but finally I want it to be published. Wishing her a great future ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a very Special Day of Mah Life…. Its mah Honey’s Birthday!! It’s just very difficult for me to be away from him….. I am missing him too too much with every passing moment!!!! And heights was when I was not able to wish him tonight. His phone is working but it is for someone else, his friend messaged me around 11: 28 pm saying that H asked him recharge his cell phone but as all the shops were closed by then so he couldnt and I have a night shift so you can talk with him tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well no way I can get in touch with him before morning when he will come back to his private room…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just numb for moment when I read the message , Mah senses stopped working for a few min—I mean its Mr.H’s birthday and I am so helpless that I can’t talk with him……I was all so excited throughout the day!!! …I couldn’t control mah tears……. When I got his friend’s message I was sitting down near the pool side waiting for his phone to come back to life……seeing me crying the guard uncle on duty came to me and asked ,“ Hey  sweetie what happen to you ,why are you crying, you where so happy now what happen suddenly?” Wiping mah tears I told him I told him its mah love’s birthday and I cant talk wid him……… He looked at mah face n was quite for a moment and then said--- Aha!! Silly gal don’t cry…. Lets do one thing, lets celebrate his birthday----- here what do u say—that sound interesting to me…. it was 11: 40pm(15thJuly)…. I smiled listening to his idea and said, I’ll be back in a while.&lt;br /&gt;I went upstairs n then straight in Mah Kitchen a looked around. I closed mah eyes for a while and then quickly started picking up things from this shelf n that shelf and some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from refrigerator. It took me 15 min to reach back near the pool side with all that stuff……I got some chocolates,a few ice-cream cups, Mah Fav. Tang juice, and some biscuits…..Guard uncle smiled at me when he saw all that… and said – U R CRAZY silly gal….. Then I said no uncle not me--- MaH  'H' is crazy…He laughed at me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There where 2-3 couple sitting near the pool side, I asked all of them to join us….. I lighted one candle on the ice cream cup and exactly at 12am we cut the ice-cream cake…. And we all sang aloud---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Dear Mr.H, Happy Birthday to you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moment was among the happiest one for me when the people around me sang the birthday rhymes for Mah Love….. Can’t tell you about mah feeling I had that moment….&lt;br /&gt;Then closing mah eyes I prayed to God that that he gifts mah love not only those things on this special day that which he desires but also what he deserves……Honey, I hope you have a wonderful day, week, month, year, decade and LIFE. Iadore you and wish you a very happy birthday! We all had a small birthday party--wowow  really its was  great fun!! I just simply forgot that H is not with me for sometime and enjoyed the chilled ice-cream :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment is full of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every day is new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey! Just know this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words are lost &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And voice is gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of saying so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this special day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is “HAPPY BIRTHDAY Honey Bunny”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, I just wanted to tell you how proud I am that you r Mah Love. You are everything to me-mah best friend, mah strength, mah inspiration, and much, much more. I have learned so much about myself just being with you. You were very giving, loving, devoted , caring, commited, supportive, dependable person I have ever met……and  I am unlucky that I am not going to be your gal…your life partner….I can’t imagine mah life without you in it. I just want you to know that I love you the most in mah life, I love you&lt;br /&gt;honey and Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you only---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you could feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms about you tight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding you up close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thru out the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know that I am here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never away far,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I will remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where ever that you are.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you could press back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into my warm embrace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And feel my soft touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm against your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you could her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My softly whispered  song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lull you into sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it’s here that we belong.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you could hear me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need to hear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I tell you of my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whispered soft against your ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you could feel my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm against your skin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I let my presence beg you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let this true love in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could hold you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whisper long into your night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never would you wonder then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I held you to me tight…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the ring from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/Rs4ZiUH4fzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AoIrMtA8Q0g/s1600-h/118373511409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/Rs4ZiUH4fzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AoIrMtA8Q0g/s320/118373511409.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102043505165369138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great birthday!! And I am missing you FOREVER AND EVER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-7002029454317420433?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/7002029454317420433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=7002029454317420433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/7002029454317420433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/7002029454317420433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/08/bday.html' title='B&apos;day'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/Rs4ZiUH4fzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AoIrMtA8Q0g/s72-c/118373511409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-1645135218819982194</id><published>2007-08-23T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T16:14:48.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Talk to me as lovers do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/Rs4Uy0H4fyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t-kMygBAH-A/s1600-h/1185945752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/Rs4Uy0H4fyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t-kMygBAH-A/s320/1185945752.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102038291075071778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me as lovers do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless&lt;br /&gt;what you have to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;I will gladly talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be&lt;br /&gt;kind, but most of all be true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw&lt;br /&gt;your masks and shields away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk&lt;br /&gt;to me as lovers do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger,&lt;br /&gt;pain, and boredom, too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let&lt;br /&gt;all that"s in you come my way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;I will gladly talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We"ve&lt;br /&gt;had rough times,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;we get through:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&lt;br /&gt;choose through hurricanes to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;talk to me as lovers do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath&lt;br /&gt;the storm I will renew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;br /&gt;vow to love you more each day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;I will gladly talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All&lt;br /&gt;darkness turns to light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;you And I can weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;touch and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come&lt;br /&gt;talk to me as lovers do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;I will gladly talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-1645135218819982194?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/1645135218819982194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=1645135218819982194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1645135218819982194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1645135218819982194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/08/talk-to-me-as-lovers-do.html' title='Talk to me as lovers do'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/Rs4Uy0H4fyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t-kMygBAH-A/s72-c/1185945752.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-7228445889918897756</id><published>2007-08-23T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T15:58:31.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><title type='text'>Made for each other</title><content type='html'>Present day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahil lounged on the couch outside the living room and from the little parting in the drapes, he looked on at his friends, Danny and Manjari. Danny was working at Manjari’s eyelashes—lining them with kaajal. He loved her eyes and insisted that she wear kaajal all the time so that her eyes looked round, big and beautiful like—as he himself said—‘Bong babes’. ‘Leave it, will you! It’s done, goddamit!’ Sahil heard Manjari bawl at Danny. Their familiarity with each other suggested that they had once been through a period of great physical intimacy and were now just close friends. Finally, when they were done, they came out of the living room and looked at Sahil for his stamp of approval. ‘Perfect! You look gorgeous, darling,’ Sahil said, looking at Manjari. Manjari grinned from ear to ear, picked her purse, bid them both goodbye and left the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You know when you guys came out of the room and stood beside each other, both of you smiling at me like that, it brought on some memories, dude.’ Sahil said, breaking the icy silence between the two friends, when Manjari was gone on her blind date—her third in two weeks—and they were alone in the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;‘Don’t even mention,’ Danny retorted with a wave of his hand as his shoulders dipped and he sank in the couch.&lt;br /&gt;‘So what’s up with this blind-date thingy, anyway?’ Sahil wanted to get Danny to talk this evening.&lt;br /&gt;‘I really don’t know. My best guess would be that some girl friend of hers bullshitted her into this.’&lt;br /&gt;‘And you didn’t mind or say anything?’&lt;br /&gt;‘You really think I have some power over her even now, you jackass?’&lt;br /&gt;‘Whatever happened to those love promises then?!’&lt;br /&gt;‘Well, they still stand, of course. We still live together you see, although in separate rooms.’ Danny spoke with a slight smile that never failed to charm his friend, only this time, it broke Sahil’s heart.&lt;br /&gt;Nausea rode on the thick wisps of cigarette-smoke that hung in the air, but the two friends did little to ward it off. They had smoked killing poisons together innumerable number of times before too. Any poison was all but too familiar.&lt;br /&gt;‘I cannot see how she does not see…’ Sahil spoke again.&lt;br /&gt;‘She does see; we have always been conscious of each other’s feelings, in fact, our minds are full of each other’s minds, and stuffed to the brim. But that is beside the point. The point is that we have ceased to care now. We have ceased to love…’&lt;br /&gt;‘But you do love her even now, don’t you?’&lt;br /&gt;‘I never ask myself that. I never will.’&lt;br /&gt;‘And does that not prove that you care for what she thinks and care little for what you think?’&lt;br /&gt;‘Yeah, sounds rather poetic that if I do love her, I won’t ask myself if I do. And more importantly never ask her.’&lt;br /&gt;‘Well, why the heck did you complicate things like this? Why did you not just break up?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny took a long drag at the cigarette and his words came out with the smoke when he said, ‘Well, there was this sickeningly soft bed of friendship to fall back onto when we fell out of love.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘So?’ Manjari said, not quite sure where the conversation was headed with her ‘blind-date’, Suresh, who worked with Dell, Bangalore. &lt;br /&gt;‘So, shall we start with the food first? Let us try the prawns. I hear they are divine down here,’ the man said.&lt;br /&gt;‘Of course,’ she smiled, turning all her charms at him, knowing fully that they would work. They never failed with Danny and the man in front of her wasn’t half his worth.&lt;br /&gt;‘So how long have you been in Bangalore?’ Manjari said, sipping the Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;‘Two years. Was in Madras before for quite sometime. I have been divorced, by the way.’&lt;br /&gt;‘Oh, I am sorry.’&lt;br /&gt;‘That is OK. I thought it appropriate to mention it earlier on itself.’&lt;br /&gt;‘I appreciate that.’&lt;br /&gt;‘So, you have been in some relationship too?’&lt;br /&gt;‘Yeah, sort of…’ Manjari smiled curtly.&lt;br /&gt;‘And its status now?’&lt;br /&gt;‘Sorry?’&lt;br /&gt;‘You are still in touch with him?’ he said, finally bringing on the question that Manjari had warded off until then.&lt;br /&gt;‘Yeah, sort of…’&lt;br /&gt;‘And in what way?’&lt;br /&gt;‘Well, we kind of share the same apartment. Have to pay the bills together you see.’ Manjari did not care to hide her mischievous smile.&lt;br /&gt;‘Oh, I see. So you mean…’&lt;br /&gt;‘No,’—she broke in between—‘We do not mean anything to each other. It is just that we have not been able to find any other apartment until now, though we are looking. There are a lot of apartments under construction in Greater Bangalore I hear…’&lt;br /&gt;‘You live with him and you come on a date with another man. What kind of people are you?’ Suresh retorted with a slight sneer.&lt;br /&gt;Manjari was in no mood to explain what kind of people they were—she and Danny. She picked her purse and left sooner than any word could be exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Golden Enclave, Airport Road,’ she said to the rickshaw wallah as the man turned the metre and sped off the rickshaw through the rain-washed streets. Manjari squinted at the rains and was suddenly reminded of the first time when she and Danny had met. It had been the same setting: It was the same restaurant and it had been raining. She had not had her raincoat and so he had given her his. And one chance meeting had led to another and they had kept on meeting until they fell in love at the end of two weeks. It had been ethereal. No other relationship that she had been in had had more staying power than the one she had with Danny. How they had loved, how they were made for each other, how they had promised an eternity of love to one other… And today when some jerk had sneered at them; somewhere, somehow, and though she understood little why, her pride was hurt…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What kind of people are you?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew that none besides them would understand what kind of people they were. How they had once loved and how they had poisoned it with their own private demons. And so the same love now spread like diseased water between the shores of their beings, overwhelming their lives; it tore them apart, and they sought solace in different places, in meeting different people, and keeping busy with other things and never asking their own selves, leave alone each other, certain questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain fell in torrents, and some of it seeped through the cloth-roof of the rickshaw and came onto her. It gave her a strong sense of dearth of privacy and security. She wanted to get back home as soon as possible. She saw a dog shivering, wet with the rain and she wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rickshaw made its way through the slow-moving Bangalore traffic and it was well past mid-night when Manjari arrived in the apartment. By then, Sahil had left.&lt;br /&gt;‘Make me some vodka, will you?’ Manjari said resting her body on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;‘Sure,’ Danny replied to her. She looked sick after her day. He thought that the drink would give her some strength. He brought her the vodka and she reached with her hand in the dark for it; the glass touched the back of her hand and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. Danny bent and reached for the broken pieces of glass. And as Manjari looked on at those broken pieces reflecting the dim light of the room, an overwhelming feeling of déjà vu gripped her. Suddenly, she reached for those broken pieces and started putting them together like a madwoman. Danny got out of her way and looked on at her as her hands worked feverishly with the broken glass until a piece of glass cut through her wrist. And had Danny not held her hands, she would have continued to fiddle with the pieces. She struggled with his hold for some time, finally giving in; she broke down and rested her head on his chest. For some reason he did not wipe off her tears, he only took her in his arms and stroked her hair and back; she wept incessantly. Something within Danny’s chest stiffened taking the shape of solid rock and she anchored herself to it as firmly as she could, but, she could not stop crying. She was inconsolable. She looked at the broken pieces of glass; they looked like disease that plagued her existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she had cried her heart out, she lifted her head and looked into Danny’s eyes. She saw a tiny flame flicker in his eyes; he lifted her in his arms and took her to bed. In bed together, Manjari parted her lips and raised her eyes to him to whisper some sweet-nothings but Danny raised his finger and shut her. She was never good with words. She always tripped over them, breaking to small shreds the delicate string of love. He did not know if after that night they would still love each other, but, unlike the previous times, he was determined to keep them from hating each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manjari’s eyes danced when she brought him coffee the next morning and her cheeks glowed as if reflecting the early morning light. They were lovers all over again after the previous night. They did not know till how long, though. They sipped the coffee together resting their heads against each other and looked on at the early morning light; as if making space for themselves inside of each other; at the same time pushing some evil thought down in some dark chamber of their collective consciousness, where it would rest for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-7228445889918897756?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/7228445889918897756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=7228445889918897756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/7228445889918897756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/7228445889918897756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/08/made-for-each-other.html' title='Made for each other'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-4834072229540278350</id><published>2007-08-16T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T14:26:34.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social'/><title type='text'>Am back with an article from Sify - Maddy meets Murthy!</title><content type='html'>hey there howdy doody ladies n gents -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl started wondering where Mr.H is? Come on guys I am tied up with too many task...but overall I am really proud to be called 'I'm busy ppl' :-). Am back with an article for you.............with Maddy meets Murthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madhavan will be grilling the Infosys bigwig N R Narayana Murthy on the occasion of “Focus India Enclave” at India-Singapore Exposition. Maddy will cover issues pertaining to manpower, money and software exchange between the two countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beaming Maddy, told Moviebuzz: “I have always been a big fan of Mr Narayana Murthy, and now I am so excited and nervous to be interviewing him”. The star has done an intensive research for the interview and he adds: "It is going to be a great experience. I have always admired the way Mr Murthy has lived and led his life so far.He is the man who pioneered the IT revolution in our Country. The topic will be- “Collaboration between India and Asian in IT’”. I have done my research on CSR (Corporate Social Responsibility)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently Mr Narayana Murthy had said in an interview that Madhavan's is his favourite actor and that if ever a Bollywood actor had to interview him, it would have to be Maddy! A visibly excited Maddy has taken off from Chennai to Singapore on Independence day (August 15) evening with wife Sarita who is also a fan of Murthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : Sify.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-4834072229540278350?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/4834072229540278350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=4834072229540278350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/4834072229540278350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/4834072229540278350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/08/am-back-with-article-from-sify-maddy.html' title='Am back with an article from Sify - Maddy meets Murthy!'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-1106549857664335505</id><published>2007-08-04T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T08:52:00.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>Dhirubhai Ambani's words of wisdom</title><content type='html'>Guys n Gals, I am back with the quotes of Mr.Dhirubhai Ambani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The problem with Indians is that we have lost the habit of thinking big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We can prove to the world that India can do it. That Indians are not afraid of competition. That India is a nation of achievers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I dream India of becoming a great economic superpower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We must forge a new partnership for a great India. A strong and constructive partnership between industry, government and society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We must always go for the best. Do not compromise on quality. Reject if it is not the best -- not only the best in India, but globally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If India wants to be a great nation, we must have courage to trust. This is my sincere belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* All we have to do is to break the shackles that chain the energies of our people, and India's economy will record a quantum leap and move into a new, higher orbit of growth, competitiveness and productivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I can never fully repay the debt I owe to Mumbai. To all of you. My past was shaped in Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* For those who dare to dream, there is a whole world to win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am deaf to the word 'no.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* True entrepreneurship comes only from risk-taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pursue your goal, even in the face of difficulties. Convert difficulties into opportunities. Keep your morale high, in spite of setbacks. At the end you are bound to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My advice to young entrepreneurs is not to accept defeat in the face of odds. Challenge negative forces with hope, self-confidence and conviction. I believe that ambition and initiative will ultimately triumph. The success of the young entrepreneur will be the key to India's transformation in the new millennium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dhirubhai will go one day. But Reliance's employees and shareholders will keep it afloat. Reliance is now a concept in which the Ambanis have become irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have trusted people and they have put their trust in me. I have encouraged youth, and they have never let me down. I have asked my people to take initiative and to take risks. It has paid me rich dividends. I insist on excellence. This helps us to be leaders. Reliance is built on some of these principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The secret of success was to have ambition and to know the minds of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Growth has no limit. I keep revising my vision. Only when you dream it you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am 100 per cent pro-liberalisation. I do not think any industrialist is against it. But we should protect our industries, from unfair competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* There is no question about that (retirement). Business is my hobby. It is not a burden to me. In any case the business can run without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I give least importance to being Number one. I consider myself to be fortunate in this position and would like to contribute to nation building in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Does making money excite me? No, but I have to make money for my shareholders. What excites me is achievement, doing something difficult. In this room extraordinary things must happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Think big, think fast, think ahead. Ideas are no one's monopoly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Our dreams have to be bigger. Our ambitions higher. Our commitment deeper. And our efforts greater. This is my dream for Reliance and for India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* First and foremost, I owe my success and achievements to the affection, friendship and trust of millions of employees, customers, shareholders, and business associates, who have stood by me and been a major source of my strength all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I believe that the success cannot be attributed to the qualities and achievements of one individual, or even a group of individuals, but has to be viewed as a triumph of a process, and a spirit that binds the entire family together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I consider myself a pathfinder. I have been excavating the jungle and making the road for others to walk. I like to be the first in everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I, as school kid, was a member of the Civil Guard, something like today's NCC. We had to salute our officers who went round in jeeps. So I thought one day I will also ride in a jeep and somebody else will salute me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Give the youth a proper environment. Motivate them. Extend them the support they need. Each one of them has infinite source of energy. They will deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You do not require an invitation to make profits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you work with determination and with perfection, success will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Between my past, the present and the future, there is one common factor: Relationship and Trust. This is the foundation of our growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We bet on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Meeting the deadlines is not good enough, beating the deadlines is my expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Don't give up, courage is my conviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We cannot change our rulers, but we can change the way they rule us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Roll up your sleeves and help. You and your team share the same DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Be a safety net for your team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Always be the silent benefactor. Don't tom-tom about how you helped someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dream big, but dream with your eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Leave the professional alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Change your orbit, constantly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Money is not a product by itself, it is a by-product, so don't chase it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://specials.rediff.com/money/2007/aug/02slid1.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-1106549857664335505?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/1106549857664335505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=1106549857664335505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Songs for the season</title><content type='html'>Ma fav. numbers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="150" height="76"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://flashstar.zorpia.com/music/zMiniPlayer1.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="lang=en&amp;playlistURL=http://in.zorpia.com/urslove4me/music/playlist/xspf" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://flashstar.zorpia.com/music/zMiniPlayer1.swf" menu="false" quality="high" name="movie" swLiveConnect="true" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" FlashVars="lang=en&amp;playlistURL=http://in.zorpia.com/urslove4me/music/playlist/xspf" width="150" height="76" name="zMPlayer" play="true" loop="false" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-6463863085044282366?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/6463863085044282366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=6463863085044282366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/6463863085044282366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/6463863085044282366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/test_30.html' title='Songs for the season'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-3747281223102025024</id><published>2007-07-26T12:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T12:08:45.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>ABCD of Achievement....</title><content type='html'>A void negative sources, people, things and habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B elieve in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C onsider things from every angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D on't give up and don't give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E njoy life today, yesterday is gone and tomorrow may never come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F amily and Friends are hidden treasures. Seek them and enjoy their riches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G ive more than you planned to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H ang on to your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gnore those who try to discourage you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J ust do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K eep on trying, no matter how hard it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I t will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L ove yourself first and foremost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M ake it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N ever lie, cheat or steal. Always strike a fair deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pen your eyes and see things as they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P ractice makes perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q uitters never win and winners never quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R ead, study and learn about everything important in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S top Procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T ake control of your own destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U nderstand yourself in order to understand others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V isualize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W ant it more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X ccelerate your efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ou are unique, nothing can replace you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z ero in on your target, and go for it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-3747281223102025024?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/3747281223102025024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=3747281223102025024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3747281223102025024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3747281223102025024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/abcd-of-achievement.html' title='ABCD of Achievement....'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-372787502181704497</id><published>2007-07-26T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T10:28:17.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>Wanna Suceed? Fail First!</title><content type='html'>If you want to increase your success rate, double your failure rate.' Thomas Watson, founder of IBM, uttered these famous words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you try to leave an impressive mark at work, a failure can bring unexpected twists and turns. How you deal with failure is what will ultimately help you succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is: are you smart enough to learn from your mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is considered workplace failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there's no standard definition of workplace failure, you know it's happening to you if you can associate with any of the following examples at your workplace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not meeting deadlines consistently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get the stick from your boss repeatedly for not finishing tasks on time, you seriously need to consider a course in time management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have taken on too much workload and set yourself an unrealistic timeframe, you may have just set yourself up for failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip&lt;/strong&gt;: Trust your instincts. When you feel bothered, speak up. It may take some guts initially, but it will save you face later. In case you miss the chance, request for a private meeting with the boss to explain your feelings about a short notice to meet a tight deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fighting with colleagues/ peers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this age of teamwork, conflicts with people and petty fights with your boss definitely get labeled as failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip&lt;/strong&gt;: Find common ground and never take sides in case of a conflict. If you are involving your supervisor, tell him/ her how the conflicts within the team affect your productivity and morale -- that way, you will not sound like a whiny complainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not keeping promises&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your customer's product is not ready or has not been delivered. It's a massive service failure and you have no clue how to salvage the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip&lt;/strong&gt;: Be honest with your customer and tell them you will do whatever it takes to fix the issue. Never hide behind policies or procedures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your clients are human and will appreciate your honest effort. The next time they give you business, surprise them with super fast delivery to gain the credibility back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Making excuses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constant excuses can label you as undependable; you could be considered overly defensive and resistant. You may be strong otherwise; however, if you're always covering up your shortcomings with excuses, your negative reputation will make you succumb to failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip&lt;/strong&gt;: Face the facts and stop procrastinating. Take other people's help to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still fail, apologise and fix the issue without hiding behind fictitious explanations. If your boss says the report was late, you can choose to ignore but it does not become any less true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My great idea bombed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You creative pursuits got the better of you and you spent the company's money designing a product so way ahead of it is time that nobody bought it. While you were expecting laurels for your creativity, your boss asks you for a report to justify the investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip&lt;/strong&gt;: Acknowledge the failure but don't apologise; risk-taking is a skill required to succeed. Tell your colleagues you know one more way of 'How not to do it'. Analyse what went wrong and crack it the next time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;First, take time out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The problem with many young professionals is that they aim for a flawless career from the moment they enter the workforce. They have high aspirations and want to be seen as credible professionals with a 100 percent track record of success. They don't realise that nobody made it big without failing a few times and the ones who succeed are the ones who bounce back from their failures," says Rohini Verma, a Delhi based clinical psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time out to think about what's going wrong with your strategies. Don't be in a rush to get into the disaster recovery mode. Take a small break; go for a vacation or a long drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try meditation or yoga to help you ease your mind and focus. The objective is to take your mind off work so you can think about workplace challenges from a new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Next, analyse your failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There could be several reasons but, if you get to the bare bones, there are two factors that stand out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are stuck in the wrong job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a no brainer. You need to have the aptitude for the work you are doing. If you're in the wrong job, you tend burn out quickly and get tired of your job, which leads to more failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, figuring what you want to do for a living day in and day out takes some consideration. Try to get diverse experience in many fields and then decide what you would like to do for a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are just plain careless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you failed because of your own sloppy work, or you just did not spend enough time understanding what you were doing or you made some hasty decisions or misunderstood your job profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these happen to be the reason/s, you need to listen, accept the facts and shape up for the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now, take steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workplace failures are a part of life but, if dealt with well, can turn out to be life changing events. Here are some smart strategies to repair your workplace failures and mistakes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acknowledge your failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking ownership for your mishap is the first and the most important step. Blaming others rather than yourself for the new product nobody seems to be buying will create tension at office and spoil your working relationship with others as well. You are much better off focusing on the actual sense of the issue and what went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't make it personal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criticism of your work does not mean your colleagues/ customers are targeting you as an individual. If you goofed up during an important client presentation, it doesn't make you a bad employee nor does it negate your prior accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learn from your failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if your idea bombed? You should use this to your advantage in preparation for your next big project. Analyse what went wrong or could have been altered. Maybe you could have done some more research, or could have tested your idea before you went public or perhaps taken the advice of some senior members of the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Treat work life like a game of chess. One bad move does not mean it's the end of the game. If you take a grip of the situation, you'll always get the opportunity to strike back," says Prabh Sharan, training manager with Kingfisher Airlines, Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make genuine friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have people on whom you can bank in good as well as bad times. Take their advice. Ask them for feedback on your ideas and let them play the devil's advocate. In an already competitive world, any help you can get should be welcomed. Don't run the solo race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't get emotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are bound to feel frustrated and upset when you miss an important deadline that impacts a client, but don't blow it by making it all public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angry young man title will not get you any rewards at the office. Maintain your dignity and be quick with your apology in order to salvage your reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Never say die&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No guts, no glory' is a clich worth repeating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure can be one of the best teaching tools; the best part is it doesn't have to be your own mistake in order for you to learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Michael D Eisner, chairman &amp; CEO of Disney Corporation, 'Recovering from failure is often easier than building from success.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you fall flat on your face, you can always use the valuable lesson you learnt on your way to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://in.rediff.com/getahead/2006/may/16fail.htm"&gt;http://in.rediff.com/getahead/2006/may/16fail.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-372787502181704497?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/372787502181704497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=372787502181704497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/372787502181704497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/372787502181704497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/wanna-suceed-fail-first.html' title='Wanna Suceed? Fail First!'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-7184354888437707009</id><published>2007-07-26T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:17:03.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love Story  (Reality)</title><content type='html'>Friend: Happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;She: Haan…tha……nk yo….u…was just getting up from the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Oh! That means I am the first to wish you!&lt;br /&gt;She: Naa! He has already wished me at 12 in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Who???&lt;br /&gt;She: Come on, who else, Nitin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Oh, ok. So, what’s the plan for today?&lt;br /&gt;She: Nitin told me that he has a surprise gift for me for my Birthday. And also we are going to Flower Show today. I am excited! I have never seen the flower show that happens in Lal Baug. Actually that itself is the most wonderful gift for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;———————————————————————————————————–&lt;br /&gt;Friend: “Did you go to Palace grounds all the way from Basavanagudi, to see Bryan Adam’s show!!! Who accompanied you?”&lt;br /&gt;She: Nitin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: By the way, who referred your CV in SoCrates? I mean you don’t know anyone there, right?&lt;br /&gt;She: No, he forwarded my CV to one of his friends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: I heard that the HR round interview went on till 8pm in the night. I think you faced difficulty in returning to your room.&lt;br /&gt;She: No, he had come to pick me up. He came from his office, dropped me to my room and he returned to his room at around 11pm. He didn’t have dinner also. I asked him to have at my room. Poor Nitin.&lt;br /&gt;———————————————————————————————————–&lt;br /&gt;Friend: If you are supposed to go home tomorrow itself then what about reservation?&lt;br /&gt;She: I have told him, he will go to Majestic and would get it done, and he told he has some work in Majestic. That’s why I am relaxed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;———————————————————————————————————–&lt;br /&gt;Friend: How was your written test in Philips?&lt;br /&gt;She: I failed yaar. The day before the test I had prepared perfectly. Nitin had come to our room. He taught me the basics of embedded programming concepts. I was very confident only because of him. But something else was in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Then, what did you do on Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;She: We had gone to see “Lakshya”. He doesn’t see Hindi movies. But as I was upset after failing in the Philips written test, he took me for movie. I was very happy and surprised that he himself decided for a Hindi movie, and he was very happy that I enjoyed the movie. And you know; we had dinner in Pizza hut. It was his belated B’day treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: And, what was your belated gift&lt;br /&gt;She: Gift!! I had given the gift on his B’day itself. I was the first to call him at 12 in the night, he was busy throughout the day, and somehow we could meet in the evening and I gifted him with a cute time piece with a nice quote on it. He doesn’t have time sense, so my time piece must always remind him of this. That day he didn’t give me any treat as he had to go back to office. Yesterday I had a fight over this, you know! Poor kid.&lt;br /&gt;———————————————————————————————————–&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Hello…what about our sari shopping program in Malleshwaram?&lt;br /&gt;She: Listen, I will call you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: You didn’t call me back in the morning, so I called now.&lt;br /&gt;She: Yeah, when you called I was in Koramangala, with Nitin. He was very upset in the morning. He had a fight with his elder brother. So, it wouldn’t have been fair on my part to leave him alone. If I am with him in such situation very soon he comes back to normalcy. So I postponed the Malleshwaram program.&lt;br /&gt;———————————————————————————————————–&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Hey! What happened? You seem to be very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;She: Why not? You know today is one of the most happiest days for me. Nitin got an onsite assignment in UK, for 6 months! That’s why I am very happy. All of his hard work paid today. He had been waiting for this opportunity since long. He’ll be leaving next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: You will miss him.&lt;br /&gt;She: Badly. I am so much dependent on him. I must thank Sanju, through him only I got to know Nitin. Without Nitin it would have been very difficult for me to stay in this alien city with no friends, relatives and on top of all, no job. He has been so caring friend all through my tough times in this city, he is so mature, so understanding, so trustworthy…a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: He loves you yaar.&lt;br /&gt;She: I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: And you? Don’t you love him?&lt;br /&gt;She: I don’t want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Don’t tell me. You also feel for him.&lt;br /&gt;She: I know yaar. He has everything that I expect in my dream-life-partner. I know I can never get a true life partner like him. But I don’t want to commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: What is stopping you? I really don’t understand. When Miya-beevi are razi kya karega kazi?&lt;br /&gt;She: Please…don’t say like that. I never told him that I love him or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Is he a fool not to understand your feelings which are so clear from outside only? Poor fellow, don’t leave him alone.&lt;br /&gt;She: I have told him everything about my family. He knows how orthodox my parents are. They can never expect me marrying a guy from a different caste. They trust me. Come what may, I will not hurt my parent’s feelings. I cannot imagine also. Now they are happily searching a guy for me in my native place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Hmm, I don’t understand at all.&lt;br /&gt;———————————————————————————————————&lt;br /&gt;She: This Saturday I have to go home, a guy is coming to see me.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Oh! Is it? Good news yaar. Your first interview! Wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Any guesses, who is he?&lt;br /&gt;She: Please yaar. I am least bothered and least interested. For the sake of my parents’ happiness I have agreed for this.&lt;br /&gt;———————————————————————————————————–&lt;br /&gt;Friend: What about the interview, I was expecting your call actually?&lt;br /&gt;She: Nothing so special. I didn’t like the guy’s attitude. I told my parents clearly. My parents are very understanding and so they too told me that they won’t go ahead with this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: But still you should have analyzed properly.&lt;br /&gt;She: I shared my views with Nitin. He had called me the next day. He didn’t suggest me anything. He didn’t tell me to say “yes” or “no”, he didn’t preach what is right or what is wrong. But after talking to him I was satisfied that whatever decision I took was right.&lt;br /&gt;———————————————————————————————————–&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Yesterday your mobile was engaged for more than half an hour. I kept trying, but I slept after 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;She: Yeah, I was talking to Nitin. He is very much worried about my marriage. He is concerned whether I would get a guy of my choice or not, whether I would be happy with him or not. I was very sad to know this. But I am helpless. I pacified him and convinced that whatever my parents do, that will be the best for me, so no need to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: How Nitin will feel after you get married? Will he not be upset all the time?&lt;br /&gt;She: Time will change everything. He will start living again. Was he not leading a normal life before I came into his life? It’s all matter of time. Even I can’t do anything other than pacifying him and myself with these philosophical statements.&lt;br /&gt;———————————————————————————————————–&lt;br /&gt;Finally “She” got engaged with a guy of her parent’s choice (with her “yes” of course). She is in touch with both Nitin and the new “him” regularly through chatting in Yahoo Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally “She” got happily married to “him”, very soon converting Nitin into memories, but deleting the memories was slow and almost impossible for Nitin.&lt;br /&gt;———————————————————————————————————–&lt;br /&gt;Why do girls/guys do like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needs him when she is new to the city.&lt;br /&gt;She needs his help in finding out a PG or hostel for her&lt;br /&gt;She makes him prepare a good-format-CV for her&lt;br /&gt;She needs him to drop her to the venue of a walk-in interview&lt;br /&gt;She expects him to collect all the consultants’ mail ids&lt;br /&gt;She needs him while preparing for the interviews&lt;br /&gt;She needs his help in identifying HER skill sets, strengths and weakness!&lt;br /&gt;She wants him to conduct a mock-interview for her!&lt;br /&gt;She gives her yahoo mail id password so that he can foward her CV to consultants through internet in his office (in office hours!)&lt;br /&gt;She needs him for boosting her confidence when she fails in the 1st written test in her life&lt;br /&gt;She wants him to take her to M.G Road, Brigade Road, Forum and Big bazaar&lt;br /&gt;She needs his company while visiting all the temples in Malleshwaram on Vijayadashami, though he is not a believer of God.&lt;br /&gt;She asks his opinions on importance of marriage&lt;br /&gt;She wants him to be a shoulder to cry when her parents force her for marriage&lt;br /&gt;She needs his help in preparing her mind for the first interview with a guy&lt;br /&gt;She needs his help in deciding about the marriage proposal&lt;br /&gt;She loves to share her happiness with him when she gets engaged&lt;br /&gt;She expects him to attend her marriage (Come on guys, he is a true friend of her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy does all this honestly, without saying a single “No”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves her.&lt;br /&gt;He cares for her.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever he is today; it is only because of her entry in to his life.&lt;br /&gt;He treats her as his life.&lt;br /&gt;She changed him.&lt;br /&gt;It is only because of her, he is smiling.&lt;br /&gt;It is only because of her, he has forgotten the past bitter experiences.&lt;br /&gt;She is the first person in his life to influence him so much.&lt;br /&gt;He was the “bhatka hua musafir” and she came as his “manzil”.&lt;br /&gt;He threw the cigarette in the dust-bin because of her.&lt;br /&gt;He has cultivated a positive attitude towards marriage and family because of her.&lt;br /&gt;She is the perfect Indian woman he has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;He keeps a photo of Lord Krishna in his purse now; only because of her (also it is her favorite deity!).&lt;br /&gt;Weekends come and go without his notice; it is only because of her.&lt;br /&gt;He stopped going to office on Weekends; it is only because of her.&lt;br /&gt;Onsite project was his dream; he puts all his efforts now, not to get an onsite assignment but to get a job for her in Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;———————————————————————————————————–&lt;br /&gt;The girl depends on the guy as if she never lived and can never live without him. Guy behaves as if he has taken birth on this earth only to care for that lady. She treats him as a shoulder to cry and he treats her as a puppy in a rain storm. She loves to depend and he loves to take care, finally they fall in so called “love”, ultimately adding an unnecessary trauma to life. Girls want a perfect life partner but they don’t want to hurt their parents’ feelings, guys know that they can’t get her but still they want to care for her(because they want her to be happy wherever she is and with whoever she is).Great! Or shall I say crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I think no need to be so serious about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets engaged, life goes on…&lt;br /&gt;Long lasting phone calls become short and sweet, life goes on…&lt;br /&gt;A heart which was used to “Good morning” SMSs learns to be happy with just the “Happy weekend” SMSs, life goes on…&lt;br /&gt;No more “Unread messages” in the yahoo mail, life goes on…&lt;br /&gt;No one to share coffee at “Barista” at the end of a tiring working day, life goes on…&lt;br /&gt;No more consultants’ calls to be diverted and life goes on…&lt;br /&gt;He starts smoking again, life goes on…&lt;br /&gt;He is still living in flashback, and no looking back for her, but life goes on…&lt;br /&gt;He gets promoted, he is a manager, she is mother of two kids, and life goes on…&lt;br /&gt;He is in his late twenties, happily married to a beautiful, understanding, mature, caring, broad minded wife! Anyway life goes on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-7184354888437707009?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/7184354888437707009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=7184354888437707009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/7184354888437707009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/7184354888437707009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-story-reality.html' title='Love Story  (Reality)'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-6206010359814494390</id><published>2007-07-26T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T12:43:44.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proverb'/><title type='text'>Good things</title><content type='html'>Don’t compare yourself with anyone in this world. If you do so, you are insulting yourself&lt;br /&gt;-ALEN STRIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not responsible for what people think about you.&lt;br /&gt;But you are responsible for what you give them to think about you.&lt;br /&gt;- STANLEY FERRARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is lucky if he is the first love of a Woman.&lt;br /&gt;A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man.&lt;br /&gt;-CHARLES DICKENS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write your Sad times in Sand, Write your Good times in Stone.&lt;br /&gt;-GEORGE BERNARD SHAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind every successful man, there is an untold pain in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;-BILL JACOBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without your involvement you can’t succeed. With your involvement you can’t fail.&lt;br /&gt;-Dr. ABDUL KALAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your job but don’t love your Company because you may not know&lt;br /&gt;when your company stops loving you.&lt;br /&gt;-NARAYANA MOORTHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may get DELAYED to reach your Targets.&lt;br /&gt;But every step you take towards your target is EQUAL to Victory.&lt;br /&gt;-KARL MARX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s better to loose your Ego to the one you Love,&lt;br /&gt;than to loose the one you LOVE because of EGO.&lt;br /&gt;-JOHN KEATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make promise when you are in JOY. Don’t reply when you are SAD.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t take decisions when you are ANGRY. Think twice, Act wise. BE happy.&lt;br /&gt;-Author Unknown (by me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you start caring about yourself, you start loving somebody.&lt;br /&gt;But when start caring about others somebody will start loving you.&lt;br /&gt;-Author Unknown (by me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the Secret of SUCCESS...  ? “RIGHT DECISIONS”&lt;br /&gt;How do you make Right Decisions... ? “EXPERIENCE”&lt;br /&gt;How do you get Experience.. .           ? “WRONG DECISIONS”&lt;br /&gt;-Author Unknown (by me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happiness is not perfected until it is shared"&lt;br /&gt;-Jane Porter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ability is what you're capable of doing. Motivation determines what you do. Attitude determines how well you do it."&lt;br /&gt;- Lou Holtz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boldness is the Fruit of Hope.&lt;br /&gt;-Phillipine Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude is the heart's money.&lt;br /&gt;-French Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action without Thought is like shooting without&lt;br /&gt;aim. - American Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not say to your neighbor, "Come back later;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it tomorrow"--when you now have it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still achieving, Still pursuing.&lt;br /&gt;-American Proverb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difficult is done at once,the impossible takes a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;-slogan of the US Armed Forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask for advice but do what you think is best.&lt;br /&gt;-greek proverb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Unexamined life is not worth living.&lt;br /&gt;-Socrates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice hope. As hopefulness becomes a habit, you can achieve a permanently happy spirit.&lt;br /&gt;-Norman Vincent Peale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is a waking dream.&lt;br /&gt;-Norman Vincent Peale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is always available to us. When we feel defeated, we need only take a deep breath and say, "Yes," and hope will reappear.&lt;br /&gt;-Marsha Sientar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True hope dwells on the possible, even when life seems to be a plot written by someone who wants to see how much adversity we can overcome.&lt;br /&gt;True hope responds to the real world, to real life; it is an active effort.&lt;br /&gt;-Monroe Forester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Despair.&lt;br /&gt;-Walter Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If matters go badly now, they will not always be so.&lt;br /&gt;-Horace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progress is the activity of today and the assurance of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;-Ralph Waldo Emerson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If U think "YES" then it is Yes, If you think "It is Possible" then it is Possible, if you think "I can" then You can and finally if U think "I'll Hit" then definitely You will Hit. So "Hit Until U Hit"!&lt;br /&gt;-Hasan B.Navaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-6206010359814494390?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/6206010359814494390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=6206010359814494390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/6206010359814494390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/6206010359814494390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-things.html' title='Good things'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-2036293092365393605</id><published>2007-07-24T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T12:08:38.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Proverb</title><content type='html'>I was traveling in the cab n I heard the proverb which is worth publishing. Here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Vizhundhal uramai vizhu, ezhundhal maramai ezhu. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing into the form of 'English' pardon me if there's an error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Drop in as a Fertilizer, and grew up like a tree'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This one was written by Dr. &lt;b&gt;Kaviko&lt;/b&gt; Abdur &lt;b&gt;Rahman (a poet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Mr.H&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-2036293092365393605?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/2036293092365393605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=2036293092365393605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/2036293092365393605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/2036293092365393605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/proverb.html' title='Proverb'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-5950393753276562910</id><published>2007-07-24T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T11:39:04.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chain Letter'/><title type='text'>Hate Letter</title><content type='html'>This one was a 'Chain letter' but it looks beautiful. This is a love letter from a boy to a girl. However, the girl's father doesn't like him (who else?!) and want them to stop their relationship...and so...the boy wrote this letter to the girl…and he knows that the girl's father will definitely read this letter. Here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 "The great love that I have for you&lt;br /&gt;2 is gone, and I find my dislike for you&lt;br /&gt;3 grows every day. When I see you&lt;br /&gt;4 I do not even like your face;&lt;br /&gt;5 the one thing that I want to do is to&lt;br /&gt;6 look at other girls. I never wanted to&lt;br /&gt;7 marry you. Our last conversation&lt;br /&gt;8 was very boring and has not&lt;br /&gt;9 made me look forward to seeing you again.&lt;br /&gt;10 You think only of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;11 If we were married, I know that I would find&lt;br /&gt;12 life very difficult, and I would have no&lt;br /&gt;13 pleasure in living with you. I have a heart&lt;br /&gt;14 to give, but it is not something that&lt;br /&gt;15 I want to give to you. No one is more&lt;br /&gt;16 foolish and selfish than you, and you are not&lt;br /&gt;17 able to care for me and help me.&lt;br /&gt;18 I sincerely want you to understand that&lt;br /&gt;19 I speak the truth. You will do me a favour&lt;br /&gt;20 if you think this is the end. Do not try&lt;br /&gt;21 to answer this. Your letters are full of&lt;br /&gt;22 things that do not interest me. You have no&lt;br /&gt;23 true love for me. Good-bye! Believe me,&lt;br /&gt;24 I do not care for you. Please do not think that&lt;br /&gt;25 I am still your boyfriend.:bheart: :bheart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bad huh! However, before handing over the letter to her, the boy told the girl to "READ BETWEEN THE LINES", meaning-only to read 1.3.5.7.9.11.13.15.17.19.21.23.25. (Odd Numbers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys n gals…Please try reading it again! It's so smart &amp;amp; sweet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-5950393753276562910?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/5950393753276562910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=5950393753276562910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5950393753276562910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5950393753276562910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/hate-letter_24.html' title='Hate Letter'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-8046899613790160371</id><published>2007-07-22T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T17:09:17.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Song'/><title type='text'>Akkam Pakkam.....</title><content type='html'>If you have never seen a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Close To My Heart&lt;/span&gt;" catalogue, now is the time to check one out for yourself. This one dream number is an incredible crown which is beautifully picturised by cameraman Thirru, in the backwaters of Kerala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="316" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/32FnwkGyoLnS1ieeG"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/32FnwkGyoLnS1ieeG" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="316" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2l4c6_thamilmovienetcom-kreedom-akkam-pa_shortfilms"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Mathushan"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Mathushan"&gt;Here is the lyrics penned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pallavi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Akkam Pakkam Yaarum Illa&lt;br /&gt;Boologam Vendum&lt;br /&gt;Andhippagal Unnarugae&lt;br /&gt;Naan Vaazha Vendum&lt;br /&gt;En Aasai Ellam&lt;br /&gt;Un Nerukkathilae&lt;br /&gt;En Ayul Varai&lt;br /&gt;Un Anaipinilay&lt;br /&gt;Verenna Vendum Ulagathilae&lt;br /&gt;Endha Inbam Podhum Nenjinilae&lt;br /&gt;Yezhazhu Jenmam Vazhnthuvitten!&lt;br /&gt;(Akkam Pakkam...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saranam 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nee Pesum Vaarthaigal Segarithu&lt;br /&gt;Seiven Anbe Ore Agarathi!&lt;br /&gt;Nee Thoongum Nerathil Thoongaamal&lt;br /&gt;Paarppen Dhinam Un Thalaikothi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaathorathil Eppothumae&lt;br /&gt;Un Moochikkaatrin&lt;br /&gt;Veppam Sumappen!&lt;br /&gt;Kaiyodu Kaikorthu Naan&lt;br /&gt;Un Maarpuchchootil&lt;br /&gt;Mugam Puthaipen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verenna Vendum Ulagathilae&lt;br /&gt;Endha Inbam Podhum Nenjinilae&lt;br /&gt;Yezhazhu Jenmam Vazhnthuvitten!&lt;br /&gt;(Akkam Pakkam...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Saranam 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neeyum Naanum Serum Munnae&lt;br /&gt;Nizhal Rendum&lt;br /&gt;Ondru Kalakkirathey!&lt;br /&gt;Neram Kaalam Theriyaamal&lt;br /&gt;Nenjam Indru&lt;br /&gt;Vinnil Midhakirathey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unnaal Indru Pennaagavae&lt;br /&gt;Naan Piranthathin Arthangal&lt;br /&gt;Arinthu Konden!&lt;br /&gt;Un Theendalil En Vegathil&lt;br /&gt;Pudhu Jannalgal Thirappathai&lt;br /&gt;Therindhu Konden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verenna Vendum Ulagathilae&lt;br /&gt;Endha Inbam Podhum Nenjinilae&lt;br /&gt;Yezhazhu Jenmam Vazhnthuvitten!&lt;br /&gt;(Akkam Pakkam...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-8046899613790160371?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/8046899613790160371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=8046899613790160371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8046899613790160371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8046899613790160371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/akkam-pakkam.html' title='Akkam Pakkam.....'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-4258422750986165865</id><published>2007-07-19T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T14:30:06.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>Sky is the limit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;A 10-year-old boy decided to study Judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident. The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn't understand why, after 3 months of training the master has taught him only one move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"Sensei," the boy finally said, "Shouldn't I be learning more moves?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you'll ever need to know," the sensei replied. Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after sometime, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still mazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals. This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out.  He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"No," the sensei insisted, "Let him continue." Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;He was the champion. On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind. "Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?" "You won for two reasons," the sensei answered. "First, you've almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of Judo. And second, the only known defence for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm." The boy's biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"Sometimes we feel that we have certain weaknesses and we blame others, the circumstances and our self for it but we never know that our weakness can become our strength one day. Each of us is special and important, so never think you have any weakness, never think of pride or pain, just live your life to its fullest and extract the best out of it!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;"You have powers you never dreamed of. You can do things you never thought you could do. There are no limitations in what you can do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;except the limitations of your own mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mr.H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-4258422750986165865?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/4258422750986165865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=4258422750986165865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/4258422750986165865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/4258422750986165865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/sky-is-limit.html' title='Sky is the limit'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-7838435096347161318</id><published>2007-07-19T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T13:04:04.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>My birthday gift</title><content type='html'>I have never commemorated this occasion for the last 5 yrs...bt this year I received a Spl gift 'Uummaah' from my sweetheart Sandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/Rp_CO35HpwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3wa5CY9E-HU/s1600-h/PIC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/Rp_CO35HpwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3wa5CY9E-HU/s320/PIC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088999664729433858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-7838435096347161318?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/7838435096347161318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=7838435096347161318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/7838435096347161318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/7838435096347161318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-birthday-gift.html' title='My birthday gift'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/Rp_CO35HpwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3wa5CY9E-HU/s72-c/PIC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-5014869891158806504</id><published>2007-07-19T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T12:23:55.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>At the begining with you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;object height="290" width="300"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/5-DQ6Qu7yz/aus=false/" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;embed wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/5-DQ6Qu7yz/aus=false/" height="290" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one number from Richard Marx and Donna Lewis is pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road and I wanna keep going&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river I wanna keep going on....&lt;br /&gt;Starting out on a journey&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road and I wanna going&lt;br /&gt;Love is river I wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-5014869891158806504?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/5014869891158806504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=5014869891158806504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5014869891158806504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5014869891158806504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/at-begining-with-you.html' title='At the begining with you!'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-9085660747776665370</id><published>2007-07-19T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T11:08:11.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Her wish</title><content type='html'>This poem was composed by my best pal and she wrote this one for ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="f12" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Wish I could understand what he meant when he said "You are the only girl in the whole class who deserves to be given a red rose!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wish I could hear the words his eyes tried to speak to mine on numerous occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wish I could feel the warmth of his greeting every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wish I could feel the pain he felt when it was time for us to depart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wish I could realise well in time that he was the one I wanted to be with...........for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wish I could ask him not to succumb to his parents' pressure to marry the girl of their choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wish he could see the tears in my eyes when he announced his wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wish I had the courage to say just three words...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................."Be Mine Forever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-9085660747776665370?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/9085660747776665370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=9085660747776665370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/9085660747776665370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/9085660747776665370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/her-wish.html' title='Her wish'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-5581040507347041347</id><published>2007-07-13T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:02:34.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Excite laughter</title><content type='html'>LOL, I couldn't  stop giving the sudden utterance or expression. I was checking with ma colleagues about the last crying scene in their life (just to kill the time Pheww!) . Now, I hafto to tell you about this big man (Mike- We know him in this nick) . When I asked 'Mama, do you remember when did you dropped tears recently'? Immediately he cracked the silence by 'Macha, just now I am coming back from the hospital admitting my Father-in-law'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me Mike's F-I-L, it was the moment and the reaction which made everyone started &lt;i&gt;burst out laughing &amp;amp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;immediately burst into tears&lt;/i&gt;...Apart from this we all guys praying that Mike's F-I-L will get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lookout is about a guy called 'Prabhakar' who is from Tollywood. He spoke us about his 3 tamil words...'Thengai' (Coconut) (for which his wife always send him to the shop), 'Macha' and the climax here is 'Thee petti' (Match box) because he is a Chain-Smoker. Phewww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-5581040507347041347?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/5581040507347041347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=5581040507347041347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5581040507347041347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5581040507347041347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/excite-laughter.html' title='Excite laughter'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-3943882911305234010</id><published>2007-07-13T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T14:45:08.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I miss U! I hate U! I hate to miss U!</title><content type='html'>This one mail which I couldn't forget and something is really hitting me somewhere?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;p&gt;Yep, that's how I feel. I miss u 'H', not a lot, not all the time, but a lot sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the companionship, I miss being able to share stuff.I miss sharing my small triumphs and big disappointments. I miss being able to brag to u and I miss ur bragging. I miss ur useful advices, I miss having someone to vent my frustration. I miss being a part of ur life (atleast in my mind). I miss ur goofiness, ur little quirks, ur motivation which used to keep me motivated. I miss making u proud of me and I miss u making me proud. I miss u depending on me for small things.I miss u calling me on road asking me to look up stuff. I miss feeling jealous of unnecessary things like the time u would hang out with ur female friends and I miss u assuring me that they are not special. I miss ur sensing my mood just by my tone. I miss throwing tantrums and having someone put up with it. The list goes on..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago I got my first praise and a mail from my HOD praising my work. I wanted to share it with 'H'. But I cannot. I could not call Pal or Smita, because that would not have been appropriate, I think. Such times I was able to just call 'H' and share my excitement. Not anymore?! I called my parents instead but somehow it wasn't the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very stubborn person especially when it comes to people and relationships. I know my stubbornness will see me through and I am never going to pick the phone to make a call or write a mail to 'H'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only my fantasies, my dreams, my yearnings could be fulfilled. Since that's not going to happen I should just live this time out. And with time, hope that this state of loneliness becomes a habit. After all I pride myself at being extremely adaptable ......right! or is it Yeah right!&lt;/p&gt;But I still LOVE U '.....'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever ever ur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-3943882911305234010?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/3943882911305234010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=3943882911305234010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3943882911305234010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3943882911305234010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-miss-u-i-hate-u-i-hate-to-miss-u.html' title='I miss U! I hate U! I hate to miss U!'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-3761511022347072914</id><published>2007-07-12T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T17:02:39.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>His devotion to Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Prem was waiting eagerly in the Park. It had been six months since he last saw Aarthi. They had been in love for over two years and Aarthi’s sudden trip to US 6 months back had kept them apart for a while. Prem could not wait to see Aarthi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aarthi landed up in time and said “Hi Prem” with a smile. They both exchanged pleasantries and comfortably settled themselves in a bench preparing for a long chat. Aarthi said “Prem. There is something important that I wanted to discuss first. Will you forgive me if I upset you?”. Prem said “hey. Don’t be so formal. Go ahead”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;fter a brief silence, Aarthi started. “Prem. Three months back, I met this guy called Arun in US. He has a magnetic charm about him and any woman who sees him will find him irresistible. But I thought he wont be interested in me as he could have the best girl in the world if he wanted. It was strange but he actually proposed to me the day I was leaving for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; height: 1em; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-family:verdana;" id="lw_1184282219_0" &gt;India&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There was total silence between them for a while. Then Prem spoke softly “What did you tell him?”. Aarthi said “I did not tell him anything. I was confused. You know, I like him very much. I find him irresistible. Will you mistake me if I say I fell in love with him?”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Prem said “no”. Aarthi said “I promised you that I would marry you. But Arun stormed into my heart with his charm and I am very confused now. I actually want to marry Arun now but I know it would be unfair to you. See, I am never the type to switch partners but you would understand my situation if you had seen Arun. He is the best man I have ever seen and…….”. She stopped not knowing how to continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then she added “Prem. I have no intention of breaking my promise to you. It is just that my heart is hit by a storm called Arun. But I don’t want to be unfair to you. I am leaving the most important decision of my life in your hands. You decide if I should marry you or Arun. I would go with your decision”. Tears started appearing in her eyes as she said those words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Prem was silent for long moments. He was immersed in deep thoughts too. Aarthi wished and prayed that he was not hurting. Prem was a very good man and she would hate herself if he ended up getting hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally Prem spoke “Aarthi. Marriage, to me, is a matter of individual choice and I cannot decide what is good for you. So, you should decide who to marry and I wont decide it for you. I understand you feel constrained by the promise you gave me. I know the promise you gave me earlier has made you indecisive now. So I am surrendering your promise back to you, so that you are free to decide what is right for you. In case you decide not to marry me, I wont sulk and take up drinking. In short, I wont become a Devadoss. I would lead my life as a confident individual and so your decision need not be driven by any fear”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was brief silence and then Prem asked “have I made myself clear?”. Aarthi said “yes”. After a few minutes they left the park for their respective residences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Soon after she reached home, she started dialing her US friend Arun’s number. He came on line immediately “Hi. Is that Aarthi?”. Aarthi said &lt;/span&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yup. I did not give my reply when you proposed to me. Now I am giving my answer. My answer is NO. Let me tell you I am saying NO. There is nothing wrong with you, Arun. It is just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that I happened to have a gem of a person as my fiancé already&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mr.H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-3761511022347072914?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/3761511022347072914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=3761511022347072914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3761511022347072914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3761511022347072914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/his-devotion-to-her.html' title='His devotion to Her'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-6974735597293717823</id><published>2007-07-10T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T15:12:50.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harsha was in a sad mood when Adithi joined him in the balcony. Adithi asked mischievously if he had lost a fortune when his ship sank. Harsha said “I was worried about some problems at work”. Adithi was not just a good wife but she had always stayed a good friend since their marriage. So he explained the major politics happening at the highest level in office and how the morale of the team was low. Many of his colleagues were bitter and were planning to quit at the first opportunity they get. Harsha explained that the very thought of going to office irritated him these days. Adithi tried giving some suggestions but Harsha was too negative to take any of them. He said “it is easier for you to suggest Adithi. You should come to office and experience what we go through”. She smiled and said “let us hope things would improve. We cant do anything else. Let us sleep now”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harsha moved slowly to the bedroom. He watched Adithi entering the next bedroom. He called out “are you not joining me tonight dear?”. She replied “No. You are too negative today. I guess I need to be alone to get some good sleep”. He asked sadly “do you want to leave me alone tonight?”. She said “Not like that. I need to be alone dear. Sleep tight. Good night” and locked her room from inside. He feebly returned her greeting with a good night wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harsha was feeling miserable partly from his office worries and felt worse because he could not get his dear Adithi to comfort him now. He could not get sleep. He walked out of his room and looked at the next bedroom door. He was wiser not to knock at the door. When she said something, she always meant it. Tonight, if she wanted to be alone, he dared not question it. He was a bit surprised that the window closer to that door was not properly closed. He tried opening the window and it opened. He knew that he could reach one of the door latches through the window but if she had put the second latch, the door cannot be opened from outside. He stretched his hand and tried opening the first latch. With difficulty, he opened it. Then he tried if the door was opening and it did. Good she had not remembered to put the second latch, he thought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He slowly walked in. If she was aware of his presence in the room, she did not show it. Soon he moved closer to her. Adithi said in a surprised tone “how come you managed to find an entry?”. Harsha said “I found a way out. To be precise, I found a way in”. Adithi said “Harsha. Please go away”. He said “No. I wont and I cant”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adithi said “hey. You are pressing me hard”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harsha replied “I want to”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“So you don’t care about me?”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Who said so? I know you don’t mind my presence too”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She paused for a moment and then asked “Harsha. Are you happy now?”. He said “I am mighty happy now. You saw how smartly I won finally now. Are you happy too?”. She said “I am happy for you. I want you to be happy always”.  Harsha asked “You saying initially that u wanted to be alone and leaving the window open were all part of the plan to make me feel happy?”. Adithi said “Yes it was my plan. Had you not known it, I would not have told you”. Harsha was nearly in tears when he said “I love you”. They both melted in each other’s arms for the next half an hour. Later, Harsha said “we never value the good things that we have. We always worry about those things that we don’t have. You are the best thing in my life and why should I worry about anything else?”. Adithi smiled and said “I just wish to be as good as you are. You are the best thing in my life too”.&lt;/p&gt;Mr.H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-6974735597293717823?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/6974735597293717823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=6974735597293717823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/6974735597293717823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/6974735597293717823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-884555125275783572</id><published>2007-07-10T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T14:25:54.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>2 things to remember yesterday</title><content type='html'>heya howdy doody gents n ladies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, though I had a tight schedule at home I managed to visit Dentist (who is my friend). We had a lot of gallas n stuffs.  Remember those days with him for movies and dinner....hmmm pretty good to recall :-)There was a song from a Tamil movie called 'Naan Avan Illai' which he immediately said that the Lead actor's character in the movie is same as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uf huh! I was shocked just like you ppl. Then I managed to come out from that explaining him that I am no more a play boy ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening while returning back to work, I received a call from ma best friend 'Ram' who thrilled me with a beautiful news that he is going to get engaged tomorrow at Dindigul (a small town at Tamil nadu). I was so delighted and expressed that I am so happy for him. Ah haan! There I am and I told him very clearly that before he tie knot he needs to settle watever he promised me to deliver;-) Pheww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind blowing thing is...he accepted to get me a Raymond's suit for his marriage wowowowowowoww :-) Wishing these guys good luck and a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-884555125275783572?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/884555125275783572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=884555125275783572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/884555125275783572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/884555125275783572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/2-things-to-remember-yesterday.html' title='2 things to remember yesterday'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-377251215655416817</id><published>2007-07-07T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T17:19:13.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonders'/><title type='text'>New 7 Wonders of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A day of reckoning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the day to remember with the tally announced. The new seven wonders of the world were named Saturday following an online vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; The final results produced this list of the world's top human-built wonders:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; • India's Taj Mahal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; • Mexico's Chichen Itza pyramid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; • Brazil's statue of Christ the Redeemer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; • Peru's Machu Picchu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; • The Great Wall of China&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; • Petra in Jordan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; • The Colosseum in Rome&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The organizers said more than 90 million votes had been cast for the total of 21 sites across. &lt;/p&gt;For more, visit http://www.new7wonders.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-377251215655416817?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/377251215655416817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=377251215655416817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/377251215655416817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/377251215655416817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-7-wonders-of-world.html' title='New 7 Wonders of the world'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-4743195030322986375</id><published>2007-07-07T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T13:06:45.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Pogonology?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Growing a beard requires a commitment. The experience can even be a test of character as well as a surprising process of self-discovery. Do you have what it takes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have been hearing from many of my pals about 'Why grow a beard?' Logically, the question ought to be: Why NOT grow a beard?   If you have developed enough facial hair to allow you to grow a beard, then you owe it  to yourself to grow it out at least once during your lifetime -- even if only as an experiment.    You may be so pleased with the results, even unexpectedly so, that you decide to keep the beard  permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, the decision to grow, and subsequently keep, your beard is yours.  The only   opinion that really matters is yours.  So, go for it!  If I like it, I'll keep it.  If not, then shave  it off.  At the very least I will have given it a try and I'll know what it was like to grow   the beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear and near one's, this isn't a 'Love Failure' or a symbol of dullness...Just wanna try it out. 'SIMPLE'. Thanks for the mail 'Ashita and Ritu' worrying much about this one (Comparitively). Phewww!! Good luck 'n' keep going guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-4743195030322986375?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/4743195030322986375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=4743195030322986375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/4743195030322986375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/4743195030322986375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/pogonology.html' title='Pogonology?'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-2036082882811887341</id><published>2007-07-07T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T12:35:26.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flower'/><title type='text'>Meaning of a Flower</title><content type='html'>Heya howdy doody ladies and gents - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon u guys request, I am posting the 'Meaning of a Flower'. Play a safe game ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aster                - Talisman of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begonia              - A fanciful nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnation (red)      - Admiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnation (white)    - Pure and ardent love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrysanthemum (red)  - I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrysanthemum (white)- Truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daffodil             - Regard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy                - Innocence, gentleness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget-me-not        - True love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Globe amaranth       - Unfading love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibiscus             - Delicate beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine (white)      - Amiability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine (yellow)     - Modesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larkspur             - An open heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pansy                - Thoughtful recollection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primrose             - Young love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose (lavender)      - Love at first site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose (orange)        - Desire and fascination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose (peach)         - Appreciation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose (pink)          - Perfect happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose (red)           - Love and desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose (white)         - Charm and innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose (yellow)        - Friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses (white and red)- Unity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosebud              - Beauty and youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuberose             - Dangerous pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulip                - You are the perfect lover     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verbena              - May you get your wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet               - Modesty and simplicity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-2036082882811887341?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/2036082882811887341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=2036082882811887341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/2036082882811887341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/2036082882811887341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/meaning-of-flower.html' title='Meaning of a Flower'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-8754440098930477544</id><published>2007-07-04T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T15:30:35.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>Tough times?</title><content type='html'>The economy is slowing. All you hear are the cries and moaning that things aren't good, and aren't going to get better anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing you should ask yourself is: "What is a Tough Time?" The answer is that's it's a perception. What you see is what you get....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the economy is bad, we say it's a recession. If we lose our job, it's a depression. Everything is relative yet someone, somewhere is always worse off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're going through Tough Times. I'm not making light of it. But realize that a Tough Time is 'As we see it'. What we feel is real. Welcome to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-fulfillment in the best of times, but in bad times it's even more important to do a reality check. Don't only tell yourself 'Things could always be worse', but try to maintain a positive attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Tough Times it's of crucial importance to have a positive vision of what will happen later. It's important in good times, too, but when the going gets rough it's imperative to look beyond the immediate mess. Remember, Tough Times won't last. Things always change. Those who most successfully rise above their current difficulties are those who can see things positively, even in a negative time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk nicely to yourself. Talk positively about the things you accomplish and will accomplish in the company and in your life. Don't bitch and complain about Tough Times. Tell yourself and others to enjoy what they have now....it could be worse. The economy might go down, but it's not exactly.....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't fair! That's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Positive folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-8754440098930477544?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/8754440098930477544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=8754440098930477544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8754440098930477544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8754440098930477544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/tough-times.html' title='Tough times?'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-5265677391909451043</id><published>2007-07-03T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:02:57.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>To be a judge of the self means to be free from judging others.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Expression:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one who becomes the judge of the self and not that of others, is free from criticising others unnecessarily.  Such a person also does not plead his own case by giving excuses and proving himself right.  So he is able to bring about a positive change in himself and others are able to take inspiration from the change that he brings in his own life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Experience:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I am free from giving excuses and reasons for things going wrong, specially to myself, I am able to experience progress in my life.  For everything that happens, instead of blaming others I am able to take some new learning and use it for my own self-progress.  I am able to remain light because I have no expectations from others, but am able to bring about a change in them through my actions. &lt;/p&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-5265677391909451043?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/5265677391909451043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=5265677391909451043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5265677391909451043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5265677391909451043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-be-judge-of-self-means-to-be-free.html' title='To be a judge of the self means to be free from judging others.'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-6246262255117063916</id><published>2007-07-01T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T15:19:16.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>'The Crescent Moon- THE WICKED POSTMAN'</title><content type='html'>It was raining all the day long and it was an early evening with the great claps of thunder and lightening towards the earth together in a bundle. Meanwhile, the bedroom of an abode with a Mother and her child. She was burying her face in her hands, wept inconsolably. It had been quite a long time (6 months) but there was no news of her husband. Later her child came close and sat next to her probing 'Why do you sob mother?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, she looked at the kid and gave him the smile with the dropping tears on the floor. Son, Mother do you cry because the 'Wicked Postman' doesn't bring you Father's letters? He is bringing letters in his bag for almost everybody but keeps Father's letter himself. ‘I will write you letters myself mother'. And I shall not give them to the wicked postman; I shall bring them to you myself. And I shall read them for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow big, I will never let you down and write letter far sitting like father. Instead, I will work on this town and write you letters and give it to you myself. Mother, couldn't gleam or twinkle and dropped tears without her knowledge starring at the kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The source of inspiration is Rabindranath Tagore's 'The Crescent Moon- THE WICKED POSTMAN'. Now don't accuse me of plagiarism, its only a blog (of ma way)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-6246262255117063916?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/6246262255117063916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=6246262255117063916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/6246262255117063916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/6246262255117063916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/crescent-moon-wicked-postman.html' title='&apos;The Crescent Moon- THE WICKED POSTMAN&apos;'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-8708047740182195385</id><published>2007-07-01T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T13:55:21.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><title type='text'>Will U be my Valentine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"&gt; She awoke in the middle of the night and sat by herself. She saw the moonlight that streamed in through the window lying besides her. Like a lover it lay peacefully. Unmoved and untroubled by her presence and only in silence conscious of her sweet presence. Suddenly, a strong gust of cold winter wind came in through the window and tapped the memories of her past that slept in her soul… &lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:11pt\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 12pt\"\&gt;She\nwondered if today had been a dream. For today she had seen him again\nafter six years. In these years she had dreamt of him almost each night\nand each morning had brought to her the same revelation that he was not\nthere. Sometimes she would dream that he had left with no reason and\nnow come back. Sometimes that he had been lost in a crowd of men and\nsome friend had found him and brought him back home. At other times\nthat he had been hiding from the world and become a recluse for some\nmortal sin he had committed but had finally come home to rest his head\non her bosom and weep… She saw him singing in the city nightclub today.\nHe was singing beautifully. She had been drinking in the club and did\nnot let him know of her presence. She thought if he had changed. But if\nhe had changed why had she not? After all they had come \u003ci\&gt;together\u003c/i\&gt; in love. She had not loved him alone. He had loved her equally. \u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:11pt\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 12pt\"\&gt;\nHis\nsinging today had reminded her of their lovemaking. He was just as\ntender in bed as he was—as he would put it—when making love to his\naudience with his voice. She had men after he left him. But they\ncould not know nor honor in her, her deeply mystical femininity. They\nhad made love to her only to satiate their own selves. Only he had ever\ntruly known her and in the complete knowledge of the truth of her soul\nhad made love to her with a gentle passion. Often, while making love he\nwould let her ride him. He would insist that that position would let\nhim worship the one goddess of her heart and that he enjoyed it more\nthan any other position. But she knew that he feared being carried away\nin a tide of passion—wounding her in body, mind and spirit. So, he\nwould not get atop her. She knew that he knew that she loved riding him\nand he would put her gratification before his own. His masculine\nkindness and gentle understanding had broken her heart and she had wept\ntears of pure joy and she had known that she belonged to only him.",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"&gt;She wondered if today had been a dream. For today she had seen him again after six years. In these years she had dreamt of him almost each night and each morning had brought to her the same revelation that he was not there. Sometimes she would dream that he had left with no reason and now come back. Sometimes that he had been lost in a crowd of men and some friend had found him and brought him back home. At other times that he had been hiding from the world and become a recluse for some mortal sin he had committed but had finally come home to rest his head on her bosom and weep… She saw him singing in the city nightclub today. He was singing beautifully. She had been drinking in the club and did not let him know of her presence. She thought if he had changed. But if he had changed why had she not? After all they had come &lt;i&gt;together&lt;/i&gt; in love. She had not loved him alone. He had loved her equally. &lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"&gt; His singing today had reminded her of their lovemaking. He was just as tender in bed as he was—as he would put it—when making love to his audience with his voice. She had men after he left him. But they could not know nor honor in her, her deeply mystical femininity. They had made love to her only to satiate their own selves. Only he had ever truly known her and in the complete knowledge of the truth of her soul had made love to her with a gentle passion. His masculine kindness and gentle understanding had broken her heart and she had wept tears of pure joy and she had known that she belonged to only him.&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003c/p\&gt;\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 12pt\"\&gt;The\nsilvery moonlight resting on her bed recollected her of the veils of\nsilence that they had together drawn between them lest they touch with\ntheir fingers the mystical and symmetrical beauty of their lovemaking\nand soil it. Only intuitively they had recognized the other person&amp;#39;s\nneeds and only silently had they sought to answer it and satiate it.\nAnd it was this silvery cord of mutual empathy that had the golden\nbeads of promises of an eternal love. \u003c/p\&gt;\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;She switched on the night-lamp; picked her diary and opening the page to 14\u003csup\&gt;th\u003c/sup\&gt; February, started writing.\u003c/p\&gt;\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\n\u003ci\&gt;For\nlong have you tortured my body and soul. And for long have I waited. No\nmore will I. Let us offer ourselves to Love again. Will you be my\nValentine?\u003c/i\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;She stopped writing and put the diary beneath her pillow. And snuggling against the bed sheet she tried to sleep. \u003c/p\&gt;\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;\n \u003c/p\&gt;\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 12pt\"\&gt;Suddenly,\nthe doorbell rang and woke her up. She did the mechanical motion of\npicking her body from her bed and started for the door. She had left\nherself in her bed. \u003c/p\&gt;\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt\"\&gt;&amp;quot;Come\non top of me&amp;quot;, it was a whisper, which she barely heard. But she had\nlooked in his eyes and understood. She got on top of him and gently\nguided him inside her. They held hands and her tears fell on her cheeks\nand trickled on her breasts. Like two gentle souls unruffled by the\nfutility of the world and existing in a world of their own they danced\nto a slow rhythm. Mystery pervaded their whole existence and like the\ngentle silvery moonlight rested just besides them.\u003c/p\&gt;------------------------------\u003cWBR\&gt;------------------------------\u003cWBR\&gt;------------------------------\u003cWBR\&gt;------------------------------\u003cWBR\&gt;------------------------------\u003cWBR\&gt;---------------\u003cbr\&gt;\nGood luck and keep going with your task and do remember to invite me for your marriage! Life is calling and LIFE IS CALLING as you ever say! ",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"&gt;The silvery moonlight resting on her bed recollected her of the veils of silence that they had together drawn between them lest they touch with their fingers the mystical and symmetrical beauty of their lovemaking and soil it. Only intuitively they had recognized the other person's needs and only silently had they sought to answer it and satiate it. And it was this silvery cord of mutual empathy that had the golden beads of promises of an eternal love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;She switched on the night-lamp; picked her diary and opening the page to 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; February, started writing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For long have you tortured my body and soul. And for long have I waited. No more will I. Let us offer ourselves to Love again. Will you be my Valentine?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"&gt;She stopped writing and put the diary beneath her pillow. And snuggling against the bed sheet she tried to sleep. Suddenly, the doorbell rang and woke her up. She did the mechanical motion of picking her body from her bed and started for the door. She had left herself in her bed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;"Come on ................", it was a whisper, which she barely heard. But she had looked in his eyes and understood. She got on ................ and ....................... her. They held hands and her tears fell on her cheeks and trickled on her......... Like two gentle souls unruffled by the futility of the world and existing in a world of their own they danced to a slow rhythm. Mystery pervaded their whole existence and like the gentle silvery moonlight rested just besides them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Mr.H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-8708047740182195385?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/8708047740182195385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=8708047740182195385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8708047740182195385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8708047740182195385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/will-u-be-my-valentine.html' title='Will U be my Valentine?'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-1810836157628249976</id><published>2007-07-01T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T12:30:49.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talkies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Director'/><title type='text'>Adieu to Mr.Jeeva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/RogA27iRsWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ob9BQ_Ic4Lw/s1600-h/626200782621AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/RogA27iRsWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ob9BQ_Ic4Lw/s320/626200782621AM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082313123181998434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A notable Cinematographer turned Director 'Jeeva' bid bye to this world on Tuesday, June 26 2007 at St.Petersburg. This had happened while he was shooting in Russia for his latest Tamil movie 'Dhaam Dhoom' starring Jayam Ravi and Kangana Ranaut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an 'Incredible Truth'. I truly loved his arts starts from '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12B&lt;/span&gt;' to the recent hit '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unnale Unnale&lt;/span&gt;'. I really enjoyed his work for Shankar's Gentleman, Kadhalan and Indian. Jeeva has also worked for Bollywood movies like HULCHUL, YEH TERAA GHAR YEH MERAA GHAR, HERA PHERI and BHAGAM BHAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mr.Jeeva :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really miss an astonishing talented person like you and we wish your soul 'Rest in Peace'. Sometimes it is difficult to say "adieu" but we got to say to the least. Your memories for us will reflect in your 'Creations' as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-1810836157628249976?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/1810836157628249976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=1810836157628249976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1810836157628249976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/1810836157628249976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/adieu-to-mrjeeva.html' title='Adieu to Mr.Jeeva'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/RogA27iRsWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ob9BQ_Ic4Lw/s72-c/626200782621AM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-7708497411749391995</id><published>2007-07-01T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T11:49:58.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Strangers- not allowed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;div id="content"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The little girl was sitting alone, lost in some distant thought, When on the doorway of her heart, she heard a faint faint knock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lil Girl    : ‘Who’s there?’ she asked, and then waited for the stranger to reply,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And when she heard no reply forthcoming, scared, our little girl began to cry;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stranger : ‘Don’t cry, little girl, let me in, I wont hurt you,’ called the stranger from outside,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lil Girl    : ‘Mama asked me not to let strangers in,’ said the little girl, Rules must never be defied!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The stranger knocked at the door again, ‘Open up little girl,’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lil Girl    : ‘Who are you?’ asked the little one curiously, ‘why have you come my way?’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stranger : ‘I’m love little girl, and I have to come, into your heart to stay!’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lil Girl    : ‘Sorry love, I can’t let you in, my mama says I mustn’t trust strangers,’ our little girl pitifully replied.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so love sadly walked away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Need I say, Rules must never be defied?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr.H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-7708497411749391995?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/7708497411749391995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=7708497411749391995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/7708497411749391995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/7708497411749391995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/07/strangers-not-allowed.html' title='Strangers- not allowed?'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-2486865053275158826</id><published>2007-06-30T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T17:30:34.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Gradually Graduating...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;One of ma female friend sent me this one...her writings are so 'Cute' just like her Pheww!! Don't miss the high lighten "Passport" scene!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when you were at college with your friends having fun. Then suddenly, you wonder what you would do when you graduate; you bite your lips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Watching the campus-recruitment announcements become your favorite passtime. No flirting, no masti, no time for any fun. Your quest for information about companies of your interest, meet your seniors, get hold of sample test papers, study and more study. Your best friend becomes your competitor. Every time you miss a campus recruitment opportunity, you curse yourself. Oh, hell! You sulk for a week. Oh, sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Internal exams drain you off your energy; board exams bring such relief that you plan a vacation. Back of your mind, "GET A JOB!" flashes every second. you sit in a movie hall, enjoying the movie,and then your mind flashes, "JOB!" You prepare your resume, apply to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;every other company, and run from post to pillar in search of a job. Try, try, and try hard for an opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;After you find a decent job, you want to excel and move up the ladder. You forget to notice the handsome, eligible bachelors at your office. Why? 'Cos you are profession-oriented; no time for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;relationships. When you look at your friends polishing their nails, grooming themselves, and flirting with every other guy, you feel disgusted. When then come with their stupid love-breakup stories, "oh lord," you say.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;While you succeed in your job, they sulk in their relationships. But they say, "Listen, work is not everything. Get into a relationship. It's an experience!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Not that you don't have fun; just that your goals are different. You nod your head and say, "Dearies, I have responsibilities. My man is a special one. I'll find him." Another thing they do to brighten your dull life is to introduce you to their guy friends, guy friends' friends, their brothers or any stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Wh&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;en they see you focused, they sigh, "We give you. Go to hell!" You laugh and hug them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;After a few years, you have become aunt to many little darlings (you friends' kids)! Their darling parents will again try to introduce you to new strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"You dear don't you want to settle down?" they ask. You sigh. You stare at their concerned faces. You tap the desk. You twist your nose. You walk around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Remember, they are watching you. You, then, sit still and look into their eyes. "Are you in love?" pops the question. You ask, "ME?" You wink and let your mind create a damn good romantic story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"Oh well..." you begin. They are attentive; all ears. You clear your throat and cough a softly. One of them spring up to fetch you water; oh, look how curious they are! You gulp down the water. Then you begin your story; you should sound real, "I met a guy..." Before you complete your sentence, they bombard you with questions, "WHAAAAAT? WHO? WHERE? WHEN? HOW? WHY?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You roll your eyes; you plot needs to be well-planned. You excuse yourself, "I'll your your rest room. Need to pee..." Did you hear that, "ARGH! She finds excuses! ALWAYS!" You can hear them arguing, "You should have put sense into her head."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And, you, moron, lock yourself in the bathroom for an hour; counting the corners of the room! Haha! "Are you done??" you hear them call. Decide you&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; next story-line. Walk brave. Relax. So, you sit and then continue with your story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You describe the guy; "Brown eyes, sharp nose, full lips..." Tell them you met him in the airport when you traveled abroad. Tell them about how you liked his smile. Tell them this, that, and everything. Don't give them a chance to interrupt you, remember. Go on and on and on. At one point, you realize they are engrossed in your words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;That's the time when you slightly blush. Tell them that they brought back fond memories and you n-e-e-d to give him a call. Excuse yourself and run out of their house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"When you walk on the calm roads, you smile at the fact that they failed to realize that you don't have a passport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;" You discovered something, "HEY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I am gonna change my profession! I should write a few novels!" So, again, you go from post to pillar with your manuscripts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Sigh, your hunting continues... job or man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr.H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-2486865053275158826?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/2486865053275158826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=2486865053275158826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/2486865053275158826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/2486865053275158826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/06/gradually-graduating_9053.html' title='Gradually Graduating...'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-8297945419139051482</id><published>2007-06-30T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T14:26:18.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>How I make a gal friend?</title><content type='html'>It first starts with an usual or an unusual (for some) trivialities. It could be anything from A to Z, Seed to Woody, Petty shop to Microsoft and Tom Cruise to Star Cruise. The different levels (call it by stage) I must do something acutely foolish to which the girl reacts in some (distinct) way. Now my active (I believe) subconscious for the purpose of overlooking my absurdity – interprets her behavior as aloof and eccentric. I would say ‘Cute harmless eccentricities’??. To the least, I started to believe 'Yes, it is..Oops!' 'Yes, she is the one!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our frequencies match and fate permits (to the core), rest all assured intimacy sets in. Let me call it as the next level, being called as ‘falling-in-love’ stage. Let me tell you that there surely is love present in some slight degree. But blame it on its dilution which is 1 drop to 1 billion in the sea of our friendship, that it goes ignored as far as the girl is concerned. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for me/her (if at all the wonder happens..but I saw a couple of wonders LOLz!) to say the three magical words. The answer decides the fate of the friendship. To the planet, it looks awkward or to the least it is called 'Flirt' but who else in this planet doesn't have the calorie's Haan? I have that a little extensive than ppl Phewww!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'Scrutinize' still rules me... yet to find the one right thing (person/girl) to be hold. Wish me good luck guys :-)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-8297945419139051482?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/8297945419139051482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=8297945419139051482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8297945419139051482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/8297945419139051482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-i-make-girl-friend.html' title='How I make a gal friend?'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-3522320254897673032</id><published>2007-06-30T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T13:07:26.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Prophet'/><title type='text'>Reason and Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a  flame that burns to its own destruction. Therefore let your soul exalt your  reason to the height of passion; that it may sing; And let it direct your  passion with reason, that your passion may live through its own daily  resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Gibran,  The Prophet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-3522320254897673032?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/3522320254897673032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=3522320254897673032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3522320254897673032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3522320254897673032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/06/reason-and-passion.html' title='Reason and Passion'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-645563050219656904</id><published>2007-06-29T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:41:44.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>To accept advice is to ensure self-progress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Expression:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The natural state of the self is to ensure progress. Everything that is done by the self is for its progress. But the one who rejects advice rejects the progress of the self. To accept advice means to take the chance for whatever benefit that comes my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Experience:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone corrects me or gives me an advice or suggestion, if I accept it in the right spirit, I'll constantly learn from it. This will enable me to experience constant progress. I am also naturally able to give regard to everyone I come into contact with and remain in constant happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-645563050219656904?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/645563050219656904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=645563050219656904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/645563050219656904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/645563050219656904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-accept-advice-is-to-ensure-self.html' title='To accept advice is to ensure self-progress.'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-2404051363429595124</id><published>2007-06-25T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T15:15:55.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>Love for positivity brings progress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Expression: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have love for positivity, I will not be able to have negative thoughts for a long time. I will naturally put in effort, both internally and externally to come back to positivity. So this positivity spreads around to others too and serves in creating a positive environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Experience: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my love for positivity, I begin to enjoy creating and maintaining positive thoughts. When there is experience of positivity within, there is the natural desire to sustain it. Then no negative thoughts or feelings are encouraged. Slowly I find myself being only positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-2404051363429595124?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/2404051363429595124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=2404051363429595124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/2404051363429595124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/2404051363429595124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-for-positivity-brings-progress.html' title='Love for positivity brings progress.'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-2447524109124713654</id><published>2007-06-20T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T12:53:57.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Wanna c ma gal friend?</title><content type='html'>She is a favored female companion or sweetheart. The one and only gal whom I gave permission to sleep in ma bed!! Yes, its none other than ma sweetheart 'Amy Berry Kisses'. Here we go take a look at her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078602738317481746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/RnrSSGy9VxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9vM7eL30lWA/s320/P1010218.JPG" border="0" /&gt; She is just 2 months old in ma life but loves me like hell. The +ve thing abt her is-&gt; She never be in contention or conflict with me. Whatever I say she does that fruitfully and I knew she can do anything for me. I care for her and love her every single day. If I am not feeding her (charging) she won't eat (charge herself) n I never miss a single day without ma love 'Amy'. She meant so much to me. She is ma lady love now :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078604748362176290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/RnrUHGy9VyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jt9PPF-lIJw/s320/P1010221.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have been gifted with her love and she is behind my success in the Technology and my Microsoft certification. Loads and loads of love and kisses from me Amy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr.H&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-2447524109124713654?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/2447524109124713654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=2447524109124713654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/2447524109124713654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/2447524109124713654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/06/wanna-c-ma-gal-friend.html' title='Wanna c ma gal friend?'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/RnrSSGy9VxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9vM7eL30lWA/s72-c/P1010218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-76088283536461378</id><published>2007-06-19T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:19:04.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talkies'/><title type='text'>Sivaji Fever got over?! Chumma pera keta athiruthulla!</title><content type='html'>P.S. The guys who were expecting my point of view about Sivaji-&gt; its here my boys. "Late ah vandhalum makka latest ah varum-la".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077978241482708706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/RniaTmy9VuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/h9mA-RnC-CM/s320/sivaji-movie-poster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It's quite a hard assignment when it comes to review Superstar's movie. It was an enriching bright morning when we guys eagerly went into the cinema hall at Varanasi (theatre) for Sivaji. Being one of the biggest fan of Rajini kanth I never wanted to miss the first day first show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't write much because you guys need to go n watch it, thrill it, boost it, chillax it at the theatre for real pleasure. (Imm hmmm, no no, no pirated's :-)) This one I could recall the very second movie which I enjoyed after 'Baasha' (Ofcourse, I truly enjoyed every single movies of Superstar. But these two are the true master blaster when it comes to style and action).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say the combo (Rajinikanth-Shankar-ARRehman-AVM) steal the show. The answer is that it does - to a very large extent! But the one and only hero on screen is our own 'Superstar' who truly amazing every single audience with his screen presence, dialogue delivery, and ofcourse his STYLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An NRI from USA drop in to his homeland with big dreams of doing something good for his fellowmen. Focussing on free education and medical care. When he wants to set up `Sivaji University` our corrupt system, the politicians as ever stand in his way. Sivaji has his Mama (Vivek) on right who is helping him with his project and also finds him Tamilselvi (Shriya) for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077980242937468674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/RnicIGy9VwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eOToYNHDE7o/s320/sivaji150023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have no words to speak about Tamilselvi (Shriya). She does her job glamourous on screen and Mr.Shankar you are genius in picturising songs. She is a glam doll looks like a statue on screen. WOW! is the one single word I hear from every single guys who sat next to me. Thanks to Manish Malhotra’s costumes, especially the suits and denims suit Rajini. Man, he is just too smart with the blazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sivaji faces the businessman/kingmaker of politics Adhiseshan (Suman) who successfully runs a medical college and hospital. Adhiseshan crosses with Sivaji's project and he does his villain job by bringing our 'Thalaivar' to the street. Now the ball is on 'Thalaivar's' court to prove that when you throw a ball on the wall it will bounce back to you with a force. The break starts here tossing the 1 re coin with a dialogue "Poo vandha poo padhai, 'THALAI' vandha singa padhai'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I don't speak about the Second half (Pretty good) to you guys since I want you to visit the Cinema hall for the rollercoster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, I am a 'Tech Savvy' I don't look at the movie truly in Tech support shoes instead was very happy by the Technical team's effort for the movie. I truly appreciate for their hardwork and it reflects on screen. Now when it comes to music, ARR rocks in every single frame with his music. Background score is too good. Thotta tharani takes credit for the settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trio worked very well. I watched 'Sivaji- The Boss' as 'Rajini-Shankar-ARR' movie. Overall, he is fun, he is the lover, he is the terror and finally he is 'The Boss'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077978980217083634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/Rnia-my9VvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RGg02045e48/s320/sivaji00000000001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Trivia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Suman, fits the villain's shoes very well. The way he looks, he walks, his spectacule, his mannerism and especially the Mercedes which he use. Kudos to you man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# When ppl ask are you Sivaji? Rajini replies, 'Sivaji is gone, now I am back as MGR' (What a whistle and the sound uf, I still remember I took some medicine to bring my tone back LOLz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Who is this? Boss - Motta Boss (and the style as you could see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# The message to guys who says I am the next SUPERSTAR?! Guys, its clear that he is the one and only SUPERSTAR as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Rajini fit Kamal's shoes (these two are the living legend and the best example for the friendship even though they are rivals) for the yesteryear blockbuster song 'Nethu rathiri Emma' Phewww!! He is the man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Athiradi and Style songs are fantastic to recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# I could recall 'The Matrix' style on the climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# We hafto sit till the screen closes to look our Country for the betterment words. Its true and its gonna be a dream come true. We work together to bring it to the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What for you guys are waiting? I am going for another round after the hatrick watch on the first day! Come on man, lets go together for one more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-76088283536461378?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/76088283536461378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=76088283536461378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/76088283536461378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/76088283536461378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/06/sivaji-fever-got-over-chumma-pera-keta.html' title='Sivaji Fever got over?! Chumma pera keta athiruthulla!'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/RniaTmy9VuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/h9mA-RnC-CM/s72-c/sivaji-movie-poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-4018036743160420862</id><published>2007-06-19T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T19:01:28.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advertising'/><title type='text'>Wanna touch me?! Drop me an email!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/RniKOmy9VtI/AAAAAAAAADs/lnKTauu5jrw/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077960563397318354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/RniKOmy9VtI/AAAAAAAAADs/lnKTauu5jrw/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you really wanna touch some one, drop them a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, it could be an advertisement! But it has so many things to look around at the picture. This is a product advertising from the Australian Post. Do visit their official site &lt;a href="http://www.auspost.com.au/"&gt;http://www.auspost.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-4018036743160420862?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/4018036743160420862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=4018036743160420862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/4018036743160420862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/4018036743160420862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/06/wanna-touch-me-drop-me-email.html' title='Wanna touch me?! Drop me an email!'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/RniKOmy9VtI/AAAAAAAAADs/lnKTauu5jrw/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-3326989316165991138</id><published>2007-06-18T17:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:47:54.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>Focus on Goals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;To consider problems to be a game is to move forward with lightness.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Expression:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when the most difficult problem comes my way, I am able to give my best when I understand the significance of whatever is happening.  Because I never experience being subservient to the problem, I am always a master. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Experience:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I understand that problems are just a game, I am able to play whatever part I have to, externally.  But internally I will experience lightness knowing that this is the part I have to play.  It would be easy to understand the significance of the part that I am playing and remain happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-3326989316165991138?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/3326989316165991138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=3326989316165991138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3326989316165991138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3326989316165991138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/06/focus-on-goals.html' title='Focus on Goals.'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-3442701545264033078</id><published>2007-06-18T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T18:06:37.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Marked by pleasure!</title><content type='html'>Yea, it was one of the finest day for me (18th Jun '07)! I took up the task to complete the Microsoft certification which was pending for quite a long time in my store. I attempted this one on February 2005 but failed to score the green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said by 'Henry Ford'--&gt; &lt;em&gt;“Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again, this time more intelligently."&lt;/em&gt; I believe I did it more intelligently this time. Thanks for the prayers from all ma loved one's especially 'Sri' who said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I have the confidence in you man!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-3442701545264033078?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/3442701545264033078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=3442701545264033078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3442701545264033078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3442701545264033078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/06/marked-by-pleasure.html' title='Marked by pleasure!'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-3970411426478580576</id><published>2007-06-15T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T21:36:42.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>The ones who work towards perfection naturally inspire perfection in others.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Expression:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All life's situations are lessons for bringing about progress, for the one who is committed towards perfection.  Such a person never expects others to be perfect, knowing that every human being has his own weaknesses.  He is instead able to accommodate others' weaknesses. He only inspires others to bring about transformation and work towards perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Experience:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am constantly working towards bringing perfection within myself, I am able to take everything that happens to me in a positive way, as a chance for bringing about self-progress.  Also I am able to keep myself positive seeing only the goodness in the other individual and encouraging it.  So I am able to enjoy each moment of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-3970411426478580576?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/3970411426478580576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=3970411426478580576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3970411426478580576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3970411426478580576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/06/ones-who-work-towards-perfection.html' title='The ones who work towards perfection naturally inspire perfection in others.'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-5726879099749970716</id><published>2007-06-15T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T06:18:38.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Aaj Jaane Ki Zid - Urdu Poetry</title><content type='html'>Aaj jaane ki zid na karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tonight, don’t insist on leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunhi pehlu mein bethey raho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sit here close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaye mar jaayein ge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I will die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum to lutt jaayein ge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I will be lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisi baatein kiya na karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Don't say such things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaj jaane ki zid na karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tonight, don’t insist on leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumhi socho zara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just ponder for a second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyu'n na rokein tum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hey Why shouldn't I stop you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaan jaati hai jab uth ke jaatey ho tum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When my life leaves every time you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tum ko apni qasam jaan-e-jaa'n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I swear to you, my love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baat itni meri maan lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Listen to my one request &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaj jaane ki zid na karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tonight, don’t insist on leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waqt ki qaed mein zindagi hai magar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Life is trapped in time's prison but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chand gharriya'n yahi hain jo aazaad hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;These are the few moments that are free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inko khho kar kaheen jaan-e-jaa'n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;By losing them, my love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umr bhar na tarastey raho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Don't start a life of regret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaj jaane ki zid na karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tonight, don’t insist on leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitna masoom aur rangeen hai yeh sama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;How innocent and colorful is the weather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;husn aur ishq ki aaj me'raj hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It is the reign of beauty and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kal ki kis ko khabar jaan-e-jaa'n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Who knows what tomorrow will bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rok lo aaj ki raat ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Let's stop this night right here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaj jaane ki zid na karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tonight, don’t insist on leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This one single poetry really made me to listen a lot of things and made me to think a lot of things how precious the one ppl fallen in?! Thanks a bunch to ma sweetheart (Sri) who posted this to me. Ciao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-5726879099749970716?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/5726879099749970716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=5726879099749970716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5726879099749970716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5726879099749970716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/06/aaj-jaane-ki-zid-urdu-poetry.html' title='Aaj Jaane Ki Zid - Urdu Poetry'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-789732690945115541</id><published>2007-06-13T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:02:05.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>Where there is contentment, problems finish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expression:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contentment enables one to have a positive outlook towards life. So the one who is content always works towards solutions, as he is never disturbed with situations, but is always relaxed. This automatically brings the ability to contribute to others and give them the support to bring progress within them. Such a person works for his own self-progress too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Experience:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am content with everything that is happening, I am able to be light in all situations. So even in the biggest difficulty, I am never caught up with the problem, but am always thinking of the solution. My mind is busy with finding the solution, so internally I remain unaffected with the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-789732690945115541?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/789732690945115541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=789732690945115541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/789732690945115541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/789732690945115541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/06/where-there-is-contentment-problems.html' title='Where there is contentment, problems finish.'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-5200944279346853945</id><published>2007-06-13T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T19:01:14.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>An inspired reader</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rohit wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. Rohit looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotless, clean. So is the rest of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table. "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping. Love You!" So he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Rohit asks, "Son, what happened last night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son says, "Well, you came home around 3 AM, drunk and delirious. Broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door". Confused, Rohit asks, "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me? I should expect a big quarrel with her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son replies, "Oh, that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your clothes n shoes off, you said, "Lady leave me alone! I'm married!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Moral&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075734176905123522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/RnChV2y9VsI/AAAAAAAAADk/ex-zjZDEtac/s320/Priceless.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr.H&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-5200944279346853945?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/5200944279346853945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=5200944279346853945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5200944279346853945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5200944279346853945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/06/inspired-reader.html' title='An inspired reader'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/RnChV2y9VsI/AAAAAAAAADk/ex-zjZDEtac/s72-c/Priceless.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-5773437094833261570</id><published>2007-06-11T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:23:37.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>To be ever ready means to guarantee success.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Expression:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who are ever ready are active and so when a task comes up, they quickly understand it and attain success. They do not waste time and energy thinking too much about it. They recognize the importance of the task and involve fully in it and attain success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Experience:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am ever ready I am able to be easy. Because I am easy, all tasks seem easy for me and effort put in for the success of the task also becomes easy. So I don't have to do a lot of effort but give my best. Thus I experience success every moment in all situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-5773437094833261570?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/5773437094833261570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=5773437094833261570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5773437094833261570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/5773437094833261570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-be-ever-ready-means-to-guarantee.html' title='To be ever ready means to guarantee success.'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-3384798779450358992</id><published>2007-06-11T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T00:55:36.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><title type='text'>Notebook vs Laptop</title><content type='html'>What is the difference between a laptop and a notebook computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Laptop is any portable computer that can be put on your lap, whereas notebook is any portable computer that can be very portable having battery as the source  of power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# There is a bit of difference between laptop and notebook. Notebook has more battery life than a Laptop and they say it's size more compact when compared to a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-3384798779450358992?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/3384798779450358992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=3384798779450358992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3384798779450358992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/3384798779450358992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/06/notebook-vs-laptop.html' title='Notebook vs Laptop'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-2860152719293423392</id><published>2007-06-11T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T00:22:58.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>The one who has faith is always victorious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Expression:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one who has faith, has total faith in the self and in the progress of the self. The one who has faith is always successful because he gives his best in everything he does. He is never deterred by obstacles but progresses constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Experience:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I have complete faith, I am able to experience lightness even when I am faced with my weaknesses, because I have the faith that I am progressing. I am able to learn and improve from everything that happens. &lt;/p&gt;Mr.H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-2860152719293423392?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/2860152719293423392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=2860152719293423392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/2860152719293423392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/2860152719293423392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-who-has-faith-is-always-victorious.html' title='The one who has faith is always victorious.'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-2717301402851733202</id><published>2007-06-10T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T00:29:02.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumma&apos;s B&apos;day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Big Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eternity as a timeless existence. It was a big day (10th June 2007) for me n ma mumma. Yes, it was her b'day and I could say that one of my dream came true. It was a surprise that I took her to 'The Residency' a star hotel in the town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I remember telling ma friends and family long back that taking ma mumma for her b'day to 'The Residency' and a couple laughed but yesterday it was an amazing day to recall. I booked a table for 4 (Mumma, grani, bobby chithi n me) when the taxi logged into the Hotel ma mumma was in a state of amazement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haven't visited many places in her lifetime, this is the 3rd time me n ma mumma taking food at the hotel. She was lil edgy bt den later I made her 'Feeling at ease'. We had a lot of chat. Mumma, grani n bobby's eyes were roaming into the different atmosphere (they may watched it in many serials at Sun, Vijay and Jaya TV). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She(mumma) felt intense pleasurable excitement and was lil emotional. I don't want to pull her tears (it was about to) instead I cracked a lot of fundas, jokes and pulled Bobby into the game to make them feel comfortable. Mumma wants to have an ice cream (ofcourse without ice cream how its gonna be a party hmm?) Its not only for an ice cream but she wants to have it in the bowl :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imm, the masterpiece is the cake :-) I ordered that earlier to give it a surprise to my mumma and what a fantastic moment it was? I can feel it one more time by closing my eyes now. Later shot a couple of snaps. Here is the snap of 'A child's first birthday party'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074640459188229762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/Rmy-nGy9VoI/AAAAAAAAADE/OygnoiwJyh0/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before we call wind up we need to settle the bill? Oh yea, since it was her day I want to make her feel that this is her b'day treat for us. I made her use the Credit card (add on card which I bought for her before a couple of years back but she never used it). All that was between her and the treat was her signature on the merchant copy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, when we call wind up (for the lunch), mumma was walking with lot of smile on her face saying 'Thank you', 'Thank you' and 'Thank you' to whomever she receive (Hotel staffs) on the lobby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074640884389992082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/Rmy-_2y9VpI/AAAAAAAAADM/C690_UA8hqA/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part II&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yea, now its time for shopping! We were at 'Sri Devi Textiles' (they call it as a Kovai kancheepuram) hmmm guess wat? They started their hunt (mumma, grani n bobby) for sarees n I told ma mumma since I am sitting Idle she gave me a green signal by smiling at me when I was looking at a gal beside me;-) Eventhough I didn't tell her she knew very well my eyes can't be paused Phewww!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Purchasing sarees are over!!!! (luckily Sanu didn't join with us, uf if she would have accompanied I would only a get a chance to bring them out from the shop by next week) n she want to gift me a towel which I was probing her for quite a long time. It was on the ground floor looking at the towel section mumma called up a guy who was standing in the section and asked him to show the towels. He was shocked because he was a customer ;-) LOLz. Then I need to apologize him for the misinterpret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P.S. When I noticed his friend he was making some gala's with him. Why did u dressup like this? See ppl are getting confused hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part III&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, its time to convert the coins into '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bangles'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She is confident about her findings and we chosen her a different style which gave a royal look for her hand. Then a ring for ma Cousin's new born baby boy. It was totally a fun filled day with lot of emotions. This day is having much meaning or value! Another day to remember in my life for sure. Guys wish ma mumma a great peaceful second half. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Trivia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;# 2 important calls for ma mumma from ma loved one's. One is ma ex-manager Mr.Prasath (KP) and ma sweetheart Srilatha Rebala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;# Sri was exacting to speak in Tamil?! Enno nalla irukeengala and odamba pathukongo is the two things which I taught her...hehehe Somehow she managed to do that Phewwww ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;# I felt the State of anxiety and distress watching the 'Salesman' at Sri devi Textiles. He doesn't have a good cloth to wear and I suggested him to get one nice shirt since he is showing us a lot of good clothes. We are still in the society to change a lot of things! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;# Bargaining part at the road side (handkey) salesman was awesome. Mumma n bobby were fighting with him for some discount. The amount wasn't so big, its for 1 rupee ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr.H &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-2717301402851733202?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/2717301402851733202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=2717301402851733202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/2717301402851733202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/2717301402851733202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-day.html' title='Big Day!'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/Rmy-nGy9VoI/AAAAAAAAADE/OygnoiwJyh0/s72-c/IMG_0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310362855477921322.post-4012523163775698995</id><published>2007-06-08T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T00:28:00.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Week off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was ma day off yesterday. Since I was at ma hometown, I visited a couple of places to complete the pending tasks and I had a chance to meet ma old pal and I spent some time with him filling an application form for Personal Account Number (PAN).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The thing I would like to recall here is 'PPL in this world can't change their character' (Nature) completely. He is one of the best example. Had a couple of arguments (Healthier) and I tried to express what it is and how it is (from my point of view) asusual LOLz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later, I bought a notebook (Executive) from a stationary shop nearby ma home and it looks damn good. Something very impressive (according to me). Hmmm, and then coming home, I saw ma granpa was getting in home to open the front door to park his golden 'Bicycle' (this was the one which I used to put newspapers in my early days, from where I started ma career)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I took permission from him to ride his bicycle for a round and it was an awesome experience to drove it after a very long time. Ma granpa is very sensitive about his Bicycle by the way :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Things looked pretty good and I was just back from the backpain. Especially, I could proudly recall the road in ma hometown and it rocks for sure. Too much of traffic and places are getting a new penumbra..Pretty good to see ma hometown growing big!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr.H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8310362855477921322-4012523163775698995?l=racingthirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/feeds/4012523163775698995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8310362855477921322&amp;postID=4012523163775698995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/4012523163775698995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8310362855477921322/posts/default/4012523163775698995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingthirst.blogspot.com/2007/06/week-off.html' title='Week off'/><author><name>Mr.H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18060303193392816543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD35bi6fcEg/SKSsEqpBxDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5btNHX36fQ/s1600-R/Hassy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
