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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-8279875334556903773</id><published>2011-03-13T23:47:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:48:28.685+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Slim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><title type='text'>Power of Money: From Mexico</title><content type='html'>Mexican tycoon Carlos Slim strengthened his grip on the title of world's richest man this week, piling up billions of additional dollars between himself and his nearest rivals Bill Gates and Warren Buffett. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past year, the 71-year-old Slim added $20 billion to the value of his assets, making him worth $74 billion, according to Forbes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equivalent to 6.6 per cent of Mexico's annual economic output, Slim could in theory use his fortune to transform the lives of millions, slash public debt or wallow in boundless luxury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following are a few examples of what the money could buy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Slim could cover Mexico's entire education budget for the next decade or pay the statutory minimum wage for nearly four out of 10 Mexicans for an entire year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The cash could feed all of Mexico's 112 million people with 80 kilos of tortilla -- the average amount of the staple foodstuff Mexicans eat annually -- for the next 11 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The $74 billion is more than double what Mexico, the world's No. 7 oil exporter, earned from crude exports last year and could entirely cover the state-run oil firm Pemex's annual tax bill, roughly a third of the Mexican government's budget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Slim, a widower who has been romantically linked to Queen Noor of Jordan and Spanish socialite Silvia Gomez-Cuetara, could afford 1,617 pink diamonds like the rare 24.78 carat stone sold by Sotheby's for $45.75 million last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* His astronomical wealth could fund the operations of U.S. space agency NASA for four years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The avid sports fan could pay four times the budget of Brazil's Olympics Public Authority, the agency in charge of coordinating investment for the 2016 games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The money could also cover eight times the $9 billion annual cost for global HIV treatments as estimated by the Joint United Nations Program on HIV/AIDS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* An art collector who earlier this month opened a 60,000+ piece museum in Mexico City, Slim could buy 528 Jackson Pollock "No. 5, 1948", which reportedly sold for $140 million -- the highest price ever paid for a painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it good to Wealthy???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-8279875334556903773?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/8279875334556903773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=8279875334556903773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nokia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOKIA PLAN B'/><title type='text'>NOKIA PLAN B</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We are a group of nine young Nokia shareholders. All of us have worked with Nokia in different capacities in the past. We plan to challenge the company’s strategy and partnership with Microsoft in the next Annual General Meeting scheduled for May 3, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you elect us to a majority in the Nokia Board of Directors we will pursue the following agenda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return  the company to a strategy that seeks high growth and high profit margins through innovation and overwhelmingly superior products with unrivaled user experience.&lt;br /&gt;Maintain ownership and control of the software layer of the Nokia products. Software is where innovation, differentiation and shareholder value can most easily be created.&lt;br /&gt;Revamp hiring strategy to target the top young software talent from around the world. Only if Nokia is able to attract and keep the best talent in the industry it will be able to generate the level of innovation that is needed to achieve sustained growth and consistently high profit margins.&lt;br /&gt;Dramatically increase efficiency by eliminating outdated and bureaucratic R&amp;D practices like geographically distributed software development and outsourcing.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid at all cost becoming a poorly differentiated OEM with only low margin, commodity products that is unable to attract top software talent and cannot create shareholder value though innovation.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you elect us to a majority in the Nokia Board of Directors we will take the following concrete actions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediate discharge of Stephen Elop from his duties as President and CEO of the company. Appointment of a new CEO with an international mobile industry background. The new CEO will be committed to carry on the rest of the actions listed below.&lt;br /&gt;Restructure alliance with Microsoft as a tactical exercise focused primarily at the North American market. Release one or two Windows Phone devices under a Nokia sub-brand. Only if carrier acceptance, sales volumes and profit margins are satisfactory, consider releasing more WP devices and make them available in Europe. Windows Phone will not be the primary development platform for Nokia. The Nokia phones with Windows Phone operating system will simply take advantage of the existing developer tools and application ecosystem already put in place by Microsoft.&lt;br /&gt;MeeGo will be Nokia’s primary smartphone platform. This is where the bulk of the innovation will happen. If MeeGo does not bring great devices to market at an accelerated pace, this strategy will not work. MeeGo smartphones and tablet devices will offer overwhelmingly superior experiences and applications than iOS and Android based competitor products. To reduce time to market, all MeeGo R&amp;D will be done in-house and in a single geographical location. If necessary, suspend cooperation with Intel and concentrate resources on innovation and releasing new Nokia MeeGo devices to market faster.&lt;br /&gt;Increase the lifespan of Symbian to a minimum of 5 years. Reap the profits of the existing market share and consumer preference that Symbian already enjoys in Europe and Asia.  Increasingly use Symbian to target mid-tier and feature phone segments. Up-sell existing Symbian users to MeeGo. Focus Symbian efforts in specific countries in Europe, Asia and Latin America where Nokia and Symbian enjoy a high level of consumer goodwill and can be sold at healthy margins.&lt;br /&gt;Developer strategy based on Qt with primary focus on MeeGo, but providing a credible developer story for Symbian. Enable developers to make money by targeting the huge Symbian installed based while simultaneously offering their best user experience on the MeeGo platform. All this with a common developer ecosystem that allows writing and releasing software for both Meego and Symbian with minimal interoperability work.&lt;br /&gt;End of distributed R&amp;D. Transition to an R&amp;D setup where 90% of all Nokia R&amp;D takes place in only two geographical locations. One of them will be in Finland and the other will be defined later. There will be no more R&amp;D projects with resources in multiple cities and different time zones. Only small tactical software projects will be allowed to take place outside two main R&amp;D locations.&lt;br /&gt;End of R&amp;D outsourcing. Bring all core software and hardware development in-house. Immediate end to outsourcing structures where there are multiple layers of Nokia project managers and subcontractor project managers between product managers and the software developers (in some cases up to 90% of the team is management overhead). This action implies substantial personnel layoffs in Finland and other R&amp;D locations worldwide as well as hiring of key external talent and possibly tactical company acquisitions.&lt;br /&gt;Leadership team shakeup. Immediate discharge of Tero Ojänpera, Niklas Savander and Mary McDowell from all their duties with the company. Other members of the Nokia Leadership Team may be discharged pending individual reviews with the Board of Directors. Discharged members of the Nokia Leadership team to be replaced with internal and external talent.&lt;br /&gt;Aggressively recruit young software talent from top universities. Nokia Recruiting to actively visit top universities worldwide to screen and and invite top students for interviews in Nokia R&amp;D locations. Establish a credible and rewarding technical career progression path in Nokia (to avoid the best talent leaving the company or becoming management overhead). Offer internationally competitive salaries to new talent (if necessary, significantly above local market salaries). Establish Nokia as a company where the best and the brightest want to work.&lt;br /&gt;Specific further actions related to the S40 platform, the Ovi services and the company’s marketing activities will be determined at a later stage.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will update this website with more specific information about this Plan B and about ourselves in the near future. We will also provide specific instructions on how you can support us and make sure this Plan B is approved during the next Nokia Annual General Meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, if you are a Nokia shareholder or institutional investor and support this plan, please get in touch with us at investors (at) NokiaPlanB.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-1541763829883693232?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/1541763829883693232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=1541763829883693232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/1541763829883693232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/1541763829883693232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2011/02/nokia-plan-b.html' title='NOKIA PLAN B'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-669733000245009352</id><published>2011-02-09T20:23:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T20:32:11.225+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephen Elop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nokia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burning Platform'/><title type='text'>An Letter From Nokia to Nokia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/TVKlUcWRk7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/FS3hhFTOtrg/s1600/nokia-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/TVKlUcWRk7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/FS3hhFTOtrg/s320/nokia-logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571697459636310962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a mail from Stephen Elop, the CEO of Nokia sent to all the Nokia employees. I found it very interesting so thought i should post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hello there, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a pertinent story about a man who was working on an oil platform in the North Sea. He woke up one night from a loud explosion, which suddenly set his entire oil platform on fire. In mere moments, he was surrounded by flames. Through the smoke and heat, he barely made his way out of the chaos to the platform's edge. When he looked down over the edge, all he could see were the dark, cold, foreboding Atlantic waters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the fire approached him, the man had mere seconds to react. He could stand on the platform, and inevitably be consumed by the burning flames. Or, he could plunge 30 meters in to the freezing waters. The man was standing upon a "burning platform," and he needed to make a choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to jump. It was unexpected. In ordinary circumstances, the man would never consider plunging into icy waters. But these were not ordinary times - his platform was on fire. The man survived the fall and the waters. After he was rescued, he noted that a "burning platform" caused a radical change in his behaviour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We too, are standing on a "burning platform," and we must decide how we are going to change our behaviour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few months, I've shared with you what I've heard from our shareholders, operators, developers, suppliers and from you. Today, I'm going to share what I've learned and what I have come to believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that we are standing on a burning platform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we have more than one explosion - we have multiple points of scorching heat that are fuelling a blazing fire around us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, there is intense heat coming from our competitors, more rapidly than we ever expected. Apple disrupted the market by redefining the smartphone and attracting developers to a closed, but very powerful ecosystem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008, Apple's market share in the $300+ price range was 25 percent; by 2010 it escalated to 61 percent. They are enjoying a tremendous growth trajectory with a 78 percent earnings growth year over year in Q4 2010. Apple demonstrated that if designed well, consumers would buy a high-priced phone with a great experience and developers would build applications. They changed the game, and today, Apple owns the high-end range. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there is Android. In about two years, Android created a platform that attracts application developers, service providers and hardware manufacturers. Android came in at the high-end, they are now winning the mid-range, and quickly they are going downstream to phones under €100. Google has become a gravitational force, drawing much of the industry's innovation to its core. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not forget about the low-end price range. In 2008, MediaTek supplied complete reference designs for phone chipsets, which enabled manufacturers in the Shenzhen region of China to produce phones at an unbelievable pace. By some accounts, this ecosystem now produces more than one third of the phones sold globally - taking share from us in emerging markets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While competitors poured flames on our market share, what happened at Nokia? We fell behind, we missed big trends, and we lost time. At that time, we thought we were making the right decisions; but, with the benefit of hindsight, we now find ourselves years behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first iPhone shipped in 2007, and we still don't have a product that is close to their experience. Android came on the scene just over 2 years ago, and this week they took our leadership position in smartphone volumes. Unbelievable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some brilliant sources of innovation inside Nokia, but we are not bringing it to market fast enough. We thought MeeGo would be a platform for winning high-end smartphones. However, at this rate, by the end of 2011, we might have only one MeeGo product in the market. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the midrange, we have Symbian. It has proven to be non-competitive in leading markets like North America. Additionally, Symbian is proving to be an increasingly difficult environment in which to develop to meet the continuously expanding consumer requirements, leading to slowness in product development and also creating a disadvantage when we seek to take advantage of new hardware platforms. As a result, if we continue like before, we will get further and further behind, while our competitors advance further and further ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the lower-end price range, Chinese OEMs are cranking out a device much faster than, as one Nokia employee said only partially in jest, "the time that it takes us to polish a PowerPoint presentation." They are fast, they are cheap, and they are challenging us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the truly perplexing aspect is that we're not even fighting with the right weapons. We are still too often trying to approach each price range on a device-to-device basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle of devices has now become a war of ecosystems, where ecosystems include not only the hardware and software of the device, but developers, applications, ecommerce, advertising, search, social applications, location-based services, unified communications and many other things. Our competitors aren't taking our market share with devices; they are taking our market share with an entire ecosystem. This means we're going to have to decide how we either build, catalyse or join an ecosystem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the decisions we need to make. In the meantime, we've lost market share, we've lost mind share and we've lost time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, Standard &amp; Poor's informed that they will put our A long term and A-1 short term ratings on negative credit watch. This is a similar rating action to the one that Moody's took last week. Basically it means that during the next few weeks they will make an analysis of Nokia, and decide on a possible credit rating downgrade. Why are these credit agencies contemplating these changes? Because they are concerned about our competitiveness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consumer preference for Nokia declined worldwide. In the UK, our brand preference has slipped to 20 percent, which is 8 percent lower than last year. That means only 1 out of 5 people in the UK prefer Nokia to other brands. It's also down in the other markets, which are traditionally our strongholds: Russia, Germany, Indonesia, UAE, and on and on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get to this point? Why did we fall behind when the world around us evolved? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have been trying to understand. I believe at least some of it has been due to our attitude inside Nokia. We poured gasoline on our own burning platform. I believe we have lacked accountability and leadership to align and direct the company through these disruptive times. We had a series of misses. We haven't been delivering innovation fast enough. We're not collaborating internally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia, our platform is burning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are working on a path forward -- a path to rebuild our market leadership. When we share the new strategy on February 11, it will be a huge effort to transform our company. But, I believe that together, we can face the challenges ahead of us. Together, we can choose to define our future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burning platform, upon which the man found himself, caused the man to shift his behaviour, and take a bold and brave step into an uncertain future. He was able to tell his story. Now, we have a great opportunity to do the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-669733000245009352?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/669733000245009352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=669733000245009352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/669733000245009352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/669733000245009352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2011/02/letter-from-nokia-to-nokia.html' title='An Letter From Nokia to Nokia'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/TVKlUcWRk7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/FS3hhFTOtrg/s72-c/nokia-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-7448602563113342073</id><published>2010-12-06T20:43:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T20:45:59.570+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worlds most expensive beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antarctic Ice'/><title type='text'>Worlds most expensive beer made from Antarctic ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/TPz3Fsx_4MI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dRU2z0pT5_k/s1600/Antarctic_Nail_ale_boxed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/TPz3Fsx_4MI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dRU2z0pT5_k/s320/Antarctic_Nail_ale_boxed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547580518305882306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australian beer maker &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nail Brewing&lt;/span&gt; revealed the secret behind its latest ale, which set a new record for the most expensive beer ever produced when it was sold at auction last month. The new limited edition brew, which was produced and sold for charity, was made from melted Antarctic ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubbed &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Antarctic Nail Ale&lt;/span&gt;, the beer first went on the auction block to raise money for the Sea Sheperd Conservation Society, an organization dedicated to protecting whales and other sealife around the globe. On November 3, a single bottle sold for an amazing $800 AUD (roughly $780), setting the new record for the worlds most expensive beer in the process. That auction was just the warm-up however, as another bottle went up for sale on November 19, smashing the new record. That second bottle sold for a whopping $1850 AUD ($1805)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beer was created by John Stallwood, the owner of Nail Brewing. Stallwood's brother-in-law is part of the crew on board a Sea Sheperd ship, and recently visited an iceberg floating in the waters off Antarctica. He collected some of the ice there and flew it back to Tasmania, where it was melted and then passed on to Stallwood to use in the beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some expensive beer before, but $1850 for a single bottle? I'd have to nurse that one for a really long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-7448602563113342073?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7448602563113342073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=7448602563113342073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/7448602563113342073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/7448602563113342073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2010/12/worlds-most-expensive-beer-made-from.html' title='Worlds most expensive beer made from Antarctic ice'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/TPz3Fsx_4MI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dRU2z0pT5_k/s72-c/Antarctic_Nail_ale_boxed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-6322476747473450201</id><published>2010-11-29T04:47:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T04:56:38.383+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whistle Blower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wiki Leaks'/><title type='text'>Wiki Leaks it again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/TPLdgIROnuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ioBDIYuZMLI/s1600/leak-main_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/TPLdgIROnuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ioBDIYuZMLI/s320/leak-main_full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544737635291799266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Once again wiki leaks the whistle blower website has made some astonishing revelations. For all those who do not read News, here's a quick snap shot of the truth that was never meant to be told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A cache of a quarter-million confidential American diplomatic cables from the past three years, released by WikiLeaks on Sunday despite a hacking attack on its website, provides an unprecedented look at backroom bargaining by embassies around the world and brutally candid views of foreign leaders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The documents show Saudi donors remain chief financiers of militant groups like al-Qaida and that Chinese government operatives have waged a coordinated campaign of computer sabotage, targeting the US and its allies, according to a review of the WikiLeaks documents published in the New York Times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the revelations was a dangerous stand-off with Pakistan over nuclear fuel. Since 2007, US has mounted a highly secret effort, so far unsuccessful, to remove from a Pakistani research reactor highly enriched uranium that American officials fear could be diverted for use in an illicit nuclear device. In May 2009, Ambassador Anne W Patterson reported that Pakistan was refusing to schedule a visit by American technical experts because, as a Pakistani official said, "if the local media got word of the fuel removal, 'they would portray it as the US taking Pakistan's nuclear weapons,' he argued." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White House condemned WikiLeaks' "reckless action" in releasing classified diplomatic cables, repeating its charge that the leak endangered lives and risked hurting relations with allies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just some of the startling revelations that have emerged from the new WikiLeaks release: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* American and South Korean officials discussed the prospects for a unified Korea, should the North's economic troubles and political transition lead the state to implode. South Korea was even willing to offer economic incentives to China. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* China's Politburo directed the intrusion into Google's computer systems in the country, as part of a coordinated campaign of computer sabotage carried out by government operatives, private security experts and Internet outlaws recruited by the Chinese government. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Yemeni government has sought to cover up US role in missile strikes against the local branch of Qaida. At a January meeting, Yemeni president Ali Abdullah Saleh tells Gen David Petraeus: "We'll continue saying the bombs are ours, not yours". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When Afghanistan's vice president visited the UAE last year, local authorities working with the Drug Enforcement Administration discovered that he was carrying $52 million in cash. With wry understatement, a cable from the American Embassy in Kabul called the money "a significant amount" that the official, Ahmed Zia Massoud, "was ultimately allowed to keep without revealing the money's origin or destination" (Massoud denies taking any money out of Afghanistan). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* American diplomats in Rome reported in 2009 on what their Italian contacts described as an extraordinarily close relationship between Vladimir Putin and Silvio Berlusconi, the Italian PM, including "lavish gifts", lucrative energy contracts and a "shadowy" Russian-speaking Italian go-between. They wrote that Berlusconi "appears increasingly to be the mouthpiece of Putin" in Europe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 251,287 cables, first acquired by WikiLeaks, were provided to NYT by an intermediary. Many are unclassified, and none are marked "top secret," the government's most secure communications status. But some 11,000 are classified "secret," 9,000 are labelled "noforn," too delicate to be shared with any foreign government.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-6322476747473450201?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/6322476747473450201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=6322476747473450201&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/6322476747473450201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/6322476747473450201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2010/11/wiki-leaks-it-again.html' title='Wiki Leaks it again....'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/TPLdgIROnuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ioBDIYuZMLI/s72-c/leak-main_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-1687210076169124557</id><published>2010-11-28T04:26:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T04:33:50.644+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rajnikanth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rajnikant Jokes'/><title type='text'>Yanara Rascala...!  MIND IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/TPGG52aLx_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZT_6oEpk3SY/s1600/super.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/TPGG52aLx_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZT_6oEpk3SY/s320/super.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544360944685795314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Could not help it. I just had to post this&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Rajinikanth killed the Dead Sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When Rajinikanth does push-ups, he isn't lifting himself up. He is pushing the earth down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There is no such thing as evolution, it's just a list of creatures that Rajinikanth allowed to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rajinikanth gave Mona Lisa that smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 .Rajnikanth can divide by zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Rajinikanth can judge a book by it's cover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Rajinikanth can drown a fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Rajinikanth can delete the Recycle Bin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Rajinikanth once got into a fight with a VCR player. Now it plays DVDs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Rajinikanth can slam a revolving door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Rajinikanth once kicked a horse in the chin. Its descendants are today called giraffes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Rajinikanth once ordered a plate of idli in McDonald's, and got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Rajinikanth can win at Solitaire with only 18 cards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The Bermuda Triangle used to be the Bermuda Square, until Rajinikanth kicked one of the corners off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Rajinikanth can build a snowman out of rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Rajinikanth can strangle you with a cordless phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Rajinikanth can make onions cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Rajinikanth destroyed the periodic table, because he only recognizes the element of surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Rajinikanth can watch the show 60 minutes in 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Rajinikanth has counted to infinity, twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Rajinikanth will attain separate statehood in 2013. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Rajinikanth did in fact, build Rome in a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Rajinikanth once got into a knife-fight. The knife lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Rajinikanth can play the violin with a piano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Rajinikanth never wet his bed as a child. The bed wet itself in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. The only man who ever outsmarted Rajinikanth was Stephen Hawking, and he got what he deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Rajinikanth can talk about Fight Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Rajinikanth doesn't breathe. Air hides in his lungs for protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. There are no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. Rajinikanth lives in Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Rajinikanth kills Harry Potter in the eighth book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Rajinikanth does not own a stove, oven, or microwave, because revenge is a dish best served cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Rajinikanth has already been to Mars, that's why there are no signs of life there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Rajinikanth doesn't move at the speed of light. Light moves at the speed of Rajinikanth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Rajinikanth knows Victoria's secret.&lt;br /&gt;35. Water boils faster when Rajinikanth stares at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Rajinikanth can throw the Thackerays out of Mumbai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Rajinikanth kills two stones with one bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Google won't find Rajinikanth because you don't find Rajinikanth; Rajinikanth finds you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Rajinikanth gave the Joker those scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Rajinikanth leaves messages before the beep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Rajinikanth once warned a young girl to be good "or else". The result? Mother Teresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Rajinikant electrocuted Iron Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Rajinikanth killed Spiderman using Baygon Anti Bug Spray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Rajinikanth can make PCs better than the Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Rajinikanth puts the 'laughter' in manslaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Rajinikanth goes to court and sentences the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Rajinikanth can handle the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Rajinikanth can speak Braille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Rajinikanth can dodge Chuck Norris' roundhouse kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Rajinikanth can teach an old dog new tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Rajinikanth calls Voldemort by his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Who do you think taught Voldemort Parseltongue? Rajinikanth did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Chuck Norris once met Rajinikanth. The result - He was reduced to a joke on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Rajinikanth got small pox when he was a kid. As a result small pox is now eradicated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Rajinikanth’s calendar goes straight from March 31st to April 2nd, no one fools Rajanikanth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;56. Rajinikanth grinds his coffee with his teeth and boils the water with his own rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. The last time Rajinikanth killed someone, he slapped himself to do it. The other guy just disintegrated. Resonance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Rajinikanth once had a heart attack. His heart lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Rajinikant is so fast, he can run around the world and punch himself in the back of the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Rajinikanth can run at speed of light around a tree and screw himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61.Rajinikant can lick his elbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Rajinikant once ate an entire bottle of sleeping pills. They made him blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Rajinikant does not get frostbite. Rajnikant bites frost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Rajinikant doesn’t wear a watch. He decides what time it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Rajinikant got his drivers license at the age of 16 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. When you say “no one is perfect”, Rajinikant takes this as a personal insult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. In an average living room there are 1,242 objects Rajinikanth could use to kill you, including the room itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Words like awesomeness, brilliance, legendary etc. were added to the dictionary in the year 1949. That was the year Rajinikanth was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. The statement "nobody can cheat death", is a personal insult to Rajnikanth. Rajni cheats and fools death everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. When Rajnikanth is asked to kill some one he doesn't know, he shoots the bullet and directs it the day he finds out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Rajinikant can give pain to Painkillers and headache to Anacin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Rajinikanth knows what women really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;73. Time and tide wait for Rajinikanth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Rajinikanth sneezed only once in his entire life, that's when the tsunami occurred in the Indian ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. As a child when Rajinikanth had dyslexia, he simply re-scripted the alphabet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Rajinikanth collects Honey from his private Moon - HoneyMoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Rajinikanth can answer a missed call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Rajinikanth doesn't need a visa to travel abroad, he just jumps from the tallest building in Chennai and holds himself in the air while the earth rotates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Rajinikanth's brain works faster than Chacha Chaudhury's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Rajinikanth doesn't shower. He only takes blood baths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. To be or not to be? That is the question. The answer? Rajinikanth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. The quickest way to a man's heart is with Rajinikanth's fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Where there is a will, there is a way. Where there is Rajinikanth, there is no other way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Rajinikanth's every step creates a mini whirlwind. Hurricane Katrina was the result of a morning jog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Rajinikant doesn’t bowl strikes, he just knocks down one pin and the other nine faint out of fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Archaeologists unearthed an old English dictionary dating back to the year 1236. It defined “victim” as “one who has encountered Rajinikant”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. There is no such thing as global warming. Rajinikanth was feeling cold, so brought the sun closer to heat the earth up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Once a cobra bit Rajinikanth' leg. After five days of excruciating pain, the cobra died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Rajinikanth is a champion in the game "Hide n' seek", as no one can hide from Rajinikanth.&lt;br /&gt;90. Rajinikant proves Newton wrong all the time. Every time he performs an action, he simply eliminates anything and everything that can provide the reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Rajinikant is a weapon created by God to use on doomsday to end the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Aliens do indeed exist. They just know better than to visit a planet that Rajinikanth is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. We live in an expanding universe. All of it is trying to get away from Rajinikanth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. If at first you don't succeed, you're not Rajinikanth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Rajinikanth's first job was as a bus conductor. There were no survivors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Rajinikanth does not style his hair. It lays perfectly in place out of sheer terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. When Rajinikanth plays Monopoly, it affects the actual world economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Rajinikanth is the only man to ever defeat a brick wall in a game of tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-1687210076169124557?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/1687210076169124557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=1687210076169124557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/1687210076169124557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/1687210076169124557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2010/11/yanara-rascala-mind-it.html' title='Yanara Rascala...!  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This was just another routine call that Rajeev made every weekend as he was free on the weekends. Weekdays were occupied with a lot of work, hence giving him the perfect excuse to not call his parents every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His parents lived in a different city. Or to put it correctly, Rajeev lived far from his parents. After finishing his engineering, he landed a lucrative job with a leading MNC. Work took him away from home. But Rajeev wasn’t complaining. In fact he was enjoying his new found freedom with élan. He stayed with two other college friends, who also worked in the same company. The money was good for a bachelor’s needs and they were spending it, rather blowing it away for a higher cause. Their motto was that they as consumers were doing good to the country’s economy by spending everything that they earned and so the economy was bettering because of their hard earned money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Rajeev was not happy. He did not find happiness in materialistic things like shopping for himself, buying fancy gadgets or splurging on food in expensive restaurants. He did try that, though, because his roommates were happy doing that. But a few unhappy times later, he realized that this did not do the trick for him. And soon enough he found his solace in the arms of alcohol and drugs. He was not a drug addict, but lately he had taken a great liking to be stoned on Saturday night and getting up on Monday morning to go to office. This way he did not suffer from his insecurities, loneliness and his unending quest for peace and happiness on his free days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajeev felt very detached from the world. Initially when he stayed with his parents, he did not like them interfering with any and every activity that he decided to involve himself in. Being an only child had its own shortcomings. Slowly and steadily, through the rebellious teenage years, he grew apart from his parents and much to their dislike kept to himself. He did not share any part of his life with them. He thought they would not understand. &lt;br /&gt;And he was proved right. Alone, and away from home, he grew closer to Rachita, who was an office colleague. Rachita was a caring girl who was very concerned for Rajeev and took care of him in every possible way. She did not like the way he spoke about his parents and thought that might be, Rajeev had had a troubled childhood. Rajeev’s lonely heart had found its soul mate. But when Rajeev’s parents came to know of this, they minced no words in telling Rajeev that she was NOT the girl they ever intended to bring to their house. After all, she was a girl who earned almost as much as their son, was a working professional and so would not take care of the household. To put an end to this ugly chapter, Rachita soon left the company and went out of Rajeev’s life. Forever. Initially he tried every possible thing to bring her back. But once he was sure she would never come back, there was no turning back for him too. He completely immersed himself in the pleasures of Lord Shiva’s drink and it was all a sweet poetic justice for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajeev had nobody to turn to. He was completely alone. He blamed his parents for loosing Rachita. And the pain of losing the most prized possession of his life, his love, he lost semblance of his mind. His performance remarkably degraded in office and after a few times, everyone began to mind their own work. After all it was one rat less to defeat in the rat –race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was walking on the pavement along the main road, talking to his mom. The couple coming towards him from the opposite direction gave him a sheepish stare. He came to his senses. He realized he was mumbling to himself. He had yet to place the call. He dialed the number and waited for his mother to pick the call. When his mother picked up the call a few rings later, he spoke with her nicely. He suddenly realized that the two girls walking in front of him were walking too fast. In fact they were running away from him. He was puzzled. He looked at his phone. It was the stapler that he had bought 15 minutes back from the shop. He grew frightened of himself. And suddenly he threw the stapler on the road and shouted, “Mom, call me later. I can’t talk without my ear phones.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-6072046157186766845?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/6072046157186766845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=6072046157186766845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/6072046157186766845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/6072046157186766845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2010/11/sense-and-sensibility.html' title='SENSE AND SENSIBILITY'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-4202090811996332584</id><published>2010-08-22T06:19:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T06:19:55.720+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Rights Activities for Youth, Programs, Videos, Materials, Groups</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youthforhumanrights.org/take-action.html"&gt;Human Rights Activities for Youth, Programs, Videos, Materials, Groups&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-4202090811996332584?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youthforhumanrights.org/take-action.html' title='Human Rights Activities for Youth, Programs, Videos, Materials, Groups'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/4202090811996332584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=4202090811996332584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/4202090811996332584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/4202090811996332584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2010/08/human-rights-activities-for-youth.html' title='Human Rights Activities for Youth, Programs, Videos, Materials, Groups'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-1984147982226332782</id><published>2010-05-10T07:09:00.010+06:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:34:31.187+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='echoofarunachal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arunachal Pradesh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North East'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News Paper'/><title type='text'>I am also India</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this article some time back when i came across an interesting piece of information in a General Knowledge book. I was surprised to read, what i read and i think you'd be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in this town in one of the neighboring states of the capital. I was staying with a friend for a few days. While at his home, i stumbled upon a small pile of old books.&lt;br /&gt;I squeezed out One tiny and thin book from the stumbling pile.It was a book on General Knowledge which was circulated locally across the Government school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While going through the dusty and half torn pages of the book, i came across a statement which made me sit up and compelled me to take another look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i read went something like this; " &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arunachal Pradesh, one of the Eastern most states of India does not have any News Paper Circulation&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked. Completely baffled by this revelation.&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, how is it that in today's time, we cannot supply a NEWSPAPER to one of our states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, i called up a friend who hails from the very state. And when i told her about what i had just read, i sensed frustration and a little bit of anger.&lt;br /&gt;She said, and i quote;" &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No Daa! Its not true&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out that Arunachal Pradesh  has all the Premier publications of Newspaper being circulated day in and day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them being, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;http://&lt;a href="http://www.echoofarunachal.com"&gt;www.echoofarunachal.com&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings in light another revelation, that being books being provided in schools to educate the future of India are misguiding the kids and filling their tender brains with incorrect information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's times we put so much focus on learning about the world, whereas we are ignoring our own motherland, our own people. We are ignoring India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i guess that is why My friend, who I lovingly call Kylen was asked &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;by an ignorant college student if she was from Arunachal Pradesh which is in China&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we wonder why some organisations in North East and now in Chattisgarh, try to make a bloody point, seeking liberty, yelling out; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am also India&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-1984147982226332782?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/1984147982226332782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=1984147982226332782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/1984147982226332782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/1984147982226332782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-also-india.html' title='I am also India'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-258128918950873805</id><published>2010-05-05T06:56:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T00:07:45.309+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIVE AND LET LIVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animal Rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Chain'/><title type='text'>Animal Rights and Human Wrongs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Disclaimer: I have nothing personal against non-vegetarians. I sincerely believe in the policy of “To each his own”. The below thoughts are purely my personal opinion and resemblance to any human being is purely co-incidental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..I do know all the technical jargon about how we are the superior beings on this earth because we are THE HUMANS. We eat other animals because that is the way it is supposed to be. Otherwise why would we be placed at the top of the food chain? By the way…who created the food chain???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the reason I am writing all this is that everyday while coming to office, my office bus crosses the meat market. And everyday I see chickens squealing on their way to martyrdom. And then there are the lambs. Fresh skeletons hanging everyday to entice the customers. And the world around me goes on as nonchalantly as ever as if it’s  as natural as sunrise and sunset. For God’s sake that being was as alive as any of us are right now. Nobody can do anything to raise the dead but what I always wonder is how people have the heart to slaughter living beings right in front of their eyes and as if that sadistic pleasure was not enough, they eat it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder what would happen if one day we woke up and found out that we were no longer at the top of the food chain. How we would scamper , with foot in our mouths to escape the insatiable greed of taste of the new Super Human. And then I am sure everyone would stop and think, how the whole life would only be a matter of survival.&lt;br /&gt;They would barge into our houses, kill us, capture us, roast us and fry us, whichever they please. And how we want to wipe the terrorists off the face of the earth, who do the same thing. Did someone just call us terrorists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later on, when the Super Humans evolve, we could be domesticated too, and made to do all the laborious work. And the wilder versions of our species would be hunted down in these urban jungles. And then a day would come when we would start becoming extinct. We would be put behind bars to protect us from the savage Super Humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds scary..right???? Animals too are living beings like us. Please think twice before you cut them, scale them, roast them or deep fry them in oil. It hurts them as much as it hurts us. Slaughtering them to celebrate your birthday and anniversary sounds as terror some as 9/11. Have compassion for other living beings around you. It’s not as difficult to live in harmony with nature, as it is made out to be.&lt;br /&gt; “LIVE AND LET LIVE”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghata Singhal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/S-Wn7NATccI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CvZlx3eDhDU/s1600/BzAnimalRightsCartoon13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/S-Wn7NATccI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CvZlx3eDhDU/s320/BzAnimalRightsCartoon13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468961958056391106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-258128918950873805?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/258128918950873805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=258128918950873805&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/258128918950873805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/258128918950873805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2010/05/animal-rights-and-human-wrongs.html' title='Animal Rights and Human Wrongs'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/S-Wn7NATccI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CvZlx3eDhDU/s72-c/BzAnimalRightsCartoon13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-5191401237418427539</id><published>2009-11-13T21:02:00.009+06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T07:34:07.670+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rat Race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Rat Race</title><content type='html'>A couple of years back, I read a book titled "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Escaping The Rat Race&lt;/span&gt;". It was one of the books that I bought and actually read. &lt;br /&gt;As I am well known for buying books and not reading them and is often criticized for it, but for a change, I read this one. So I felt proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to read the book because it was thin. But more importantly, i read it because during that phase of my life,I was trying hard to become a successful entrepreneur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to do a JOB which for me in those days meant,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Just Obey Your Boss&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However as fate would have it, i could not succeed in that endeavor and ended up taking a job, but that is a different story altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now getting back to this minuscule yet huge endeavor of writing this article, the idea and the thought is a somewhat deep and a little less air-headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live in a competitive world where every one is running as if running in a 400m relay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the race of life, or as I call it&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Rat Race&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All throughout our school lives we are told(forced in my case) to study hard, so we can get good marks, better courses in the best of colleges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During college we slug it out for better grades in order to grab the best jobs on offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a part of the corporate world we kiss and kick ass, rub our noses and dance on the tunes of the corporate world to earn a bigger pay-check, a nice incentive get a big raise or may be just a raise(recession time you know). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all do this so that we can buy that fast bike, that shiny new car, that spacious house that you've yearned for. And through all the effort that you put in school, in college, working all those late nights in office, working throughout weekends, one day you do purchase that shining red car, that 18carat ring which you knew would look good on her finger, that multi-storeyed flat that you always wanted to call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HOME SWEET HOME.  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Job well done it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then comes a new day, when you are driving down to work in your Honda and a Camry cruises by. You stop at the next red-light and a Mercedes crosses right in front of your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And then you begin to think. What if I worked harder? Should i change my job? May be invest in that Mutual Fund? And you do that. But you forget that after a C-class, there would be a BMW, a Porsche, a Bentley. The list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point that i want to put forward is, no matter how far you go, no matter how much you earn or what you drive or where ever you live, there is always something bigger, better and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am not suggesting that one should give up all the materialistic desires and become a saint.&lt;br /&gt;No No No, i am not MOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But between all this struggle or "Rat Race" as i like to call it, aren't we missing out on something? After years of slugging, when we'd be sitting proudly on the manager's chair , earning that fat pay check month after month, would we be doing, what thought we would, when we were teenagers sitting in the college canteen feasting on those samosas, patties in my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would we still be living that college dream. Its been more than 3 yrs since we left college. I remember saying, we would &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; LIVE LIFE KING SIZE&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and that "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;we would always be friends&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are still friends, best of friends and I am proud of the fact that we still have each other. So feel proud. But about kingfisher's tagline, it didn't came true completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Are we doing what we love doing or what we thought we'd do? Are we living our lives the way we thought we would?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure about you, but I love to write. And when I do, it feels good. I feel alive. Now you all know that I love Alcohol right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that after reaching those heights in the professional life, I am still able to write and drink. I don't want to be choosy but, I am thinking, may be writing a book, on a beach, sitting in the Sun while sipping a Margarita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- Stay tuned, more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PRK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-5191401237418427539?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/5191401237418427539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=5191401237418427539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/5191401237418427539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/5191401237418427539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2009/11/rat-race.html' title='Rat Race'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-577183412244430748</id><published>2009-11-03T07:50:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T17:31:44.230+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infosys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happier'/><title type='text'>The second opinion  from an infoscian</title><content type='html'>The second opinion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder whether the doctors ever go to see a doctor when they fall ill. Or do the beauty parlor ladies go to another parlor to get their hair and eyebrows done. Or do the psychiatrists take a second opinion when they start hallucinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s kind of intriguing to think from the psychiatrist’s point of view. Imagine that he knows everything about human psychology, has everything that it takes to be what he is. He is able to listen to and give unprejudiced suggestions to his patients. But I always wonder whether he would be able to do that if one day he starts hallucinating or starts experiencing the games of the psyche. I am not sure whether he would be able to convince himself that he does need a psychiatric treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point that I am trying to drive at is it becomes difficult to reach or ask for help when you are more learned. For eg the psychiatrist would understand from a doctor’s point of view that he is mentally unfit but at the end of the day he is a normal human being and suffering from a mental illness. In his sane minutes he would understand all the logic but once the insane mind takes over…will he able to put all his advice to cure himself???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even in his sane mind, if he is fully convinced that he needs help will it be possible for him to go to another psychiatrist and seek help?? I don’t think so…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that reading books and becoming wiser doesn’t help all that much. When I see people fight over trivial matters I often think why people cannot understand a simple fact of life that no two people can have the same way of thinking and there is bound to be a difference of opinion. Trying to convince other people of what you think to be right is, in my dictionary, an absolutely ridiculous idea. That is unless your life depends on it!!!!!!!!!! JJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point is, having understood that myself, I haven’t gained much happiness or less misery!!!! Because although I understand it, the people around me don’t. And since I don’t believe in coaxing them to understand my point, so most of the times my side of the story is left unheard. And at the end of the day people around me make me feel like I am at fault and I, knowing fully well that I wasn’t even given a fair chance, do feel guilty conscious of hurting them. And because of knowing and understanding everything, i.e. both the sides of the coin, it is difficult to discuss your problems because I know what is the next piece of advice coming –“try and understand their point of view also”. So it’s kind of frustrating because I am in that situation because of understanding the other side. Otherwise even I would have fought and either ‘won’ or ‘lost’ the argument and as well would have enjoyed or sulked about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes being a little ignorant also makes your life a little simpler and a little bit happier. You can blurt your heart out as well as not worry about any crap advice (or the “Second opinion”) coming from other people because you don’t already know it and so it doesn’t sound all that clichéd and more importantly….does not push you off the edge!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-577183412244430748?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/577183412244430748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=577183412244430748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/577183412244430748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/577183412244430748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2009/11/second-opinion-from-infoscian.html' title='The second opinion  from an infoscian'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-8279634470707093974</id><published>2009-09-02T20:01:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T02:22:19.012+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nokia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E-71'/><title type='text'>A dream come true</title><content type='html'>I was unsure about what to do. It was quite a catch. For months we had dreamed about it, looked at it in amazement and prayed as if a farmer would for rain, for its price to drop down. And just like that one fine Sunday, it did.&lt;br /&gt;There it was, right in front of my eyes for a sweet 16 Grands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a few anxious minutes of consultation and calculations, I finally made my decision.  I must admit that the atmosphere was tense and the air was hot. One could compare it with the conference room of H. Truman prior to the D-Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with comparable conviction and confidence, I stood up and made my way towards the beauty that had me mesmerized and had eluded me for 3 months. Three long and quarrelsome months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held it in my palm. It was gorgeous. There was an impeccable shine across its face. &lt;br /&gt;Involuntarily I uttered WOW! And the next words that came out my mouth were, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pack It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little paperwork and a little more decision making, our 3 months old ordeal was finally over.&lt;br /&gt;And that is when I got best gift I could ever want, Her Smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was overjoyed to finally hold the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E-71&lt;/span&gt; that she's been dreaming about for so long, and now it was in her hands. We walked &lt;strong&gt;into&lt;/strong&gt; the store with a feeling of content and satisfaction and of course i am happy that I could help her realize at least one of her many dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/Sp6C3dGZuJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xxyVtXWeBYA/s1600-h/nokia-e71-talking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/Sp6C3dGZuJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xxyVtXWeBYA/s320/nokia-e71-talking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376878894342846610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-8279634470707093974?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/8279634470707093974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=8279634470707093974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/8279634470707093974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/8279634470707093974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2009/09/dream-come-true.html' title='A dream come true'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/Sp6C3dGZuJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xxyVtXWeBYA/s72-c/nokia-e71-talking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-149304699107917773</id><published>2009-08-04T04:36:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T04:40:55.045+06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 99 club</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Once upon a time, there lived a King who, despite his luxurious lifestyle, was neither happy nor content. &lt;br /&gt; One day the King came upon a Servant who was singing happily while he worked. This fascinated the King; why was he, the Supreme Ruler of the Land, unhappy and gloomy, while a lowly servant had so much  joy. The King asked the Servant, "Why are you so happy?" &lt;br /&gt;The Servant replied, "Your Majesty, I am nothing but a servant, but my family and I don't need too much - just a Roof over our heads and warm food to fill our tummies." The King was not satisfied with that reply.     &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;  Later in the day, he sought the advice of his most trusted Advisor. After hearing the King's woes and the Servant's story, the Advisor said, "Your Majesty, I believe that the servant has not been made part of The 99 Club." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "The 99 Club? And what exactly is that?" the King inquired.  The Advisor replied, "Your Majesty, to truly know what The 99 Club is place 99 Gold Coins in a bag and leave it at this Servant's doorstep."  When the servant saw the bag, he took it into his house. When he opened the bag, he let out a great shout of joy... so many Gold Coins! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He began to count them. After several counts, he was at  last convinced that there were 99 Coins. He wondered, "What could've happened to that last Gold Coin? Surely, no one would leave 99 Coins!"  He looked everywhere he could, but that final Coin was elusive. Finally, exhausted, he decided that he was going to have to work harder than ever to earn that Gold Coin and complete his collection. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;From that day, the servant's life was changed. He was overworked, horribly grumpy, and castigated his family for not helping him make that 100th Gold Coin. He stopped singing while he worked.  &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; Witnessing this drastic transformation, the King was puzzled. When he sought his Advisor's help, the Advisor said, "Your Majesty, the servant has now officially joined The 99 Club."  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He continued, "The 99 Club is a name given to those people who have enough to be happy but are never contented, because they're always yearning and striving for that extra "1" telling to themselves: "Let me get that one final thing and then I will be happy for life." &lt;br /&gt;We can be happy, even with very little in our lives, but the minute we're given something bigger and better, we want even more! We lose our sleep, our happiness, we hurt the people around us; all these as a price for our growing needs and desires. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That's what joining the 99 Club is all about."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-149304699107917773?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/149304699107917773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=149304699107917773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/149304699107917773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/149304699107917773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2009/08/99-club.html' title='The 99 club'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-6330682494027965082</id><published>2009-06-11T11:14:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:16:38.588+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love to fight??????? Or fight for love??????????</title><content type='html'>Love makes the world go around. I am sure all of us have read and heard it many times over. But not until recently I realized the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Militants fight and kill, all for the LOVE for their country. Children fight because of the LOVE for their favorite toy. Politicians fight because of the love for power.  Businessmen fight it out in the boardrooms for the love of money. Celebrities, more often than not, wash their dirty linen in the public, all for the love of fame. Even though it could be only 2 minutes of fame. Well atleast I find all these people to be selfish because they are fighting for individual interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I always marvel at how two people with absolutely selfless intentions knowingly unknowingly end up fighting. Take a couple who are very much in love. More often than not, I have observed (and also from personal experience..:) that people who love only for love often fight more and more bitterly. The reasons could be as frivolous as one can imagine. Both will do things for each other, sometimes directly affecting that person, sometimes indirectly. And in the process they don’t even realize when they end up saying things that hurt their partners. And the worst part is you do everything in your power to make life as loving and comfortable for them, you don’t realize a thing and suddenly like a bolt from the blue there crops up a fight. And when you probe deeper it is nothing but the powerplay of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It has been rightly said by someone, “In Love, too much is not even enough”. And I guess it’s very much true. How much ever you love, there is always more that you want, more that you expect. The only irony is sometimes you end up hurting your loved one more in the bargain. Because each one of us tries to find that perfection in our loved one. But perfection can be very Relative!!!!!!!! It s got more to do with what we choose to see than what is there to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as ‘SOMEONE’ says…it’s difficult to change, but it’s the effort that counts. So people…appreciate the efforts, fight less, love more, live more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great life!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-6330682494027965082?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/6330682494027965082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=6330682494027965082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/6330682494027965082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/6330682494027965082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-to-fight-or-fight-for-love.html' title='Love to fight??????? Or fight for love??????????'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-1611899698318117182</id><published>2009-05-13T12:41:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:43:33.019+06:00</updated><title type='text'>For the LOVE of…..LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Nisha sat up in her bed. She could no longer fool herself. She had been awake all night, dreaming…with open eyes. “I think I am in love”, she almost said to herself and giggled at her own foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;It was 5 a.m. on a cool October morning and even though the warm blanket was inviting, she got up and went out for a walk. And while she was braving the morning chilly winds, she was totally lost in her thoughts. She had changed. And how much. She couldn’t believe she was the same person she had been 2 years before.&lt;br /&gt;She had always been an opinionated person, had her own set of morals and standards she stood by. She always prided herself on being an honest and fair person. She had had a theory of her own on almost every subject. And she did what she said. “I hate snakes and hypocrites”, used to be her mantra.&lt;br /&gt;And now, she couldn’t believe herself. She was doing things she had never imagined she would ever do. She felt things she never believed could happen to her. She was saying things she could never ever even dream of. &lt;br /&gt;But life had its own ways. We are foolish to think that life will the turn the way we think it will. And it teaches us precisely that. In its own worldly ways.&lt;br /&gt;When she reached back home, she took a bath and got ready. She checked her appearance in the mirror before leaving the house. “Perfect”, she said smiling ,”just like love”.&lt;br /&gt;She reached her ‘office’, a small rented room taken only a week back. Outside the board read ,”For exciting job offers in Dubai and immediate Passports. Satisfaction guaranteed”. The ‘office’ was located on the outskirts of the city.  Gullible people would walk in and hand over their life’s savings to her so that they could go abroad and earn thrice as much for their families. “So what is the harm if I am doing the same for my family”, she justified to herself as she saw people started to come in for the day.&lt;br /&gt;1 month later, there is no sign of the ‘office’. The room is empty, save the weather beaten bare walls.  People start to gather outside the office before the start for the day. Some have come on the pretext of being promised of a job, others have come to collect their Passports who have already landed a lucrative job in Dubai. As the sun travels across the sky, a little uneasiness sweeps over the crowd. By the evening, the crowd is an angry mob and as impatience gets the better of them, they break open the door of the ‘office’ only to find their worst fears come true.&lt;br /&gt;And 100 Kms away, a train leaves the station and with it the unfulfilled dreams of the scores of people whose money Nisha is eloping with. She has a grim satisfaction on her face. She has fallen into a deep slumber after destroying any signs of an ‘office’ and then travelling 40 kms to catch her train before people were out of their beds. She is dreaming of the time , 2 years ago when her father was alive. &lt;br /&gt;Then ,she had never thought of money more than a means to an end. But after the tragic incident when her father had died in a car accident, the responsibility of her mother and younger sister fell on her. And carefree and playful childhood years ended when she had to do odd jobs to support her family. And her heart cried out for her baby sister, who was five years younger to her, and she found it difficult to support her studies.&lt;br /&gt;As the train halted at the next station, Nisha was jolted out of her trance and she double checked the locks on her bag which contained her earnings. When she was satisfied, she sat there thinking about her next plan and next destination. She made a mental note to call home and send them a money order as soon as she reached there. She took her diary out and started to scribble,“They say Love makes the world go round. And I think they are damn correct ”.&lt;br /&gt;And with these thoughts she turned to her booty in the bag, gave a soft innocent smile and said those magical words “I Love You”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-1611899698318117182?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/1611899698318117182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=1611899698318117182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/1611899698318117182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/1611899698318117182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-love-oflife.html' title='For the LOVE of…..LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-1781196106174237052</id><published>2009-05-06T15:55:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T17:33:16.685+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theory of relativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Albert Einstein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Albert Einstein&apos;s Theory of Relativity'/><title type='text'>THE  theory of Relativity from an infocian</title><content type='html'>I have never been more impressed with any other theory taught to me in high school than this one. Even though Maths happened to be my favorite subject, the favorite theory of my life happened to be 1 from Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our very own Albert Einstein's Theory of Relativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I remember I studied the Theory of Relativity when I was in my 12th standard. And to say the least I was fascinated, bowled over. In short I was in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, the words more, less, difficult, easy were all mere words. It was only after I studied this theory that I came to fully understand their meaning. That everything we measure is by taking a reference and we are the taking the relative value with respect to that reference. Confused??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me put it more simply. For eg. if I say that I have very few toys, who am I comparing myself with?? Fewer toys compared with whom?? If the arrogant high headed girl in my class said that she had a lot of money, I was so tempted to ask- compared to whom??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important lesson that I happened to learn from this theory (apart from the good marks that I scored in the subject) was that everything that we experience in life is Relative. It just depends on ones perspective. If u think u have too less, just look at the poverty stricken, down trodden people for whom earning a square meal a day is a challenge. And believe you will more than thank your stars and your God for what you have. If you think you are very successful, look at the the Ambanis, Tatas, Birlas and the Mittals of the world. Maybe you will get that much needed fire to exploit your potential more, to exceed your own expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I came to understand other peoples way of thinking and their mindsets much more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;It used to be intriguing sometimes to see people throwing away everything they have to join NGOs and help others. And at the same time see a set of people who have more than enough (again very relative!!!!!!!!!!) and still burn the newly wed brides in pursuit for more wealth in the form of dowry. Analyzing events and people became much easier, when you could actually understand the way their minds work and from what perspective they would think about a certain issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I understand and feel from this is that when you can see your sorrow and joys from the reference, and not relatively, you will not experience the crests and troughs in life (though that could be another debatable topic for a certain set of people). People would argue that it is because of the troughs that we appreciate the crests. But seeing from a broader perspective keeps you much more calm and happy (much more.relative?????????? :-D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I read this famous saying Life is hard. And I was tempted to ask compared to what????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-1781196106174237052?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/1781196106174237052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=1781196106174237052&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/1781196106174237052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/1781196106174237052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2009/05/theory-of-relativity-from-infocian.html' title='THE  theory of Relativity from an infocian'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-7428127622570889042</id><published>2009-01-26T18:25:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:04:35.180+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost And Found</title><content type='html'>I did not know why i named it lost and found. Guess that's what you name your articles when you have many things on your mind. But anyways here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     They say that, to gain something, you have to loose something. One has to make a lot of sacrifices in order to achieve what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really understood what it meant until a few weeks ago, when i found love and lost my heart.(LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Something that i never thought would happen to me. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love to me was like cryptonite to Superman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that i could love, i never thought that i could be loved, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there comes a time in every man's life when the only thing that matters to him is,&lt;br /&gt; HER SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a guy who had lost hope on love. I had given up hope that I'd ever be able to love.&lt;br /&gt;Coz whenever i loved a girl, or whenever a girl loved me, she cried a lot and there is nothing more painful than watching your love go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you hit rock bottom when you realize that unknowingly or unwittingly you broke a heart that loved you more than love itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that follows is the realization, the guilt and the curse that you have to live with every single day of your life.&lt;br /&gt;And you start wondering, if only you could delete all the bad memories but one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one would you like to keep? Would you like to keep the memory of watching the girl that meant the world to you go away from you or would you rather wake up every morning to the fact that there is a heart somewhere in this world which is sad, because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I GUESS NONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that, on one fine day comes a girl who just sweeps you away form all your misery and all your sorrow and you realize that you are capable of falling in love, again.&lt;br /&gt;           She makes you feel wanted, special and important. ( Sounds kinda queer, doesn't it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But believe you me, finding love and finding someone who loves you after living with  a curse, is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;some feeling&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i say " Its an out of the world feeling" I ain't kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyday i wake up to the fact that i have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FOUND LOVE AND LOST THE CURSE.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least that's what I'd like to believe. But the fact of the matter is that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-7428127622570889042?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7428127622570889042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=7428127622570889042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/7428127622570889042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/7428127622570889042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost And Found'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-6531214707963883950</id><published>2009-01-21T16:12:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:17:18.166+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock On a Door</title><content type='html'>I was walking on a road, night was black and cold. The gloom filled my head but I knew I could not stop. I saw a house at a distance, and I dared to knock on the door.&lt;br /&gt; She opened the door and let me in. she gave me food, she gave me a quilt and a place to stay. She was The Angel mum had told me about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my friend, my pal, my buddy. We laughed and cried, danced and frolicked together. One day she told me, I was her friend, her pal, her buddy. Then she said I am the Love she never had. I was confused, and shocked I was vexed and bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody had loved me like that before and nobody will love me like her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad when I walked away from her, it makes me sadder to wake up everyday and realize that I broke a heart full of love. Riding on my bike, I face my fate everyday. I feel the pain and the curse of a heart that I broke. I met some girls, I liked few of’em. But I could not have them as she could not have me. I sit on a cliff and look at the sunset. I lay bare on rocky ground gazing at the starry sky wondering, &lt;br /&gt;  What wrong have I done? What wrong have I done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know what I did, I know it very well. I didn’t wanted it to be that way but it ended up that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I walk the road again, the cold and gloom filling my head again.&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t stop, I have to keep walking in search of a soul, in search of a heart.&lt;br /&gt;In search of a house so I can knock on a door, so I can knock on a door….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-6531214707963883950?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/6531214707963883950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=6531214707963883950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/6531214707963883950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/6531214707963883950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2009/01/knock-on-door.html' title='Knock On a Door'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-462812625794858687</id><published>2008-12-14T22:39:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:40:11.378+06:00</updated><title type='text'>32 Gbs of pure love</title><content type='html'>Consider a situation when  you are broke !!!! literally you don’t have any thing for survival…only bits and pieces . and then there comes a deal like never before , actually a much awaited bargain you have been looking for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An electronics item .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at it from a man's perspective… " would you go for the kill ???? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck . I did buy it and I have absolutely no qualms about it . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a 32 Gb pen drive from kingston and It Is beautiful. trust me (when U have lost your old 1GB usb drive and you get a brand new one for less than half the price{1000 bucks} , it is the most beautiful thing in the world )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried it , tested it to my satisfaction and then said the 3 words " yes I do " to the salesman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I casually called up my friends to know if they are interested so that I could get mass discount,and  BINGO , I saw myself buying 3 of 'em. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hassles about squeezing in a few more bits and bytes . Its like carrying your world with you.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a woman would scream at a new gadget is hard to say but i felt the heat !!!! probably an old theory of man's love for gadgets and woman's ignorance or  is it diffidence??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-462812625794858687?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/462812625794858687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=462812625794858687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/462812625794858687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/462812625794858687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2008/12/32-gbs-of-pure-love.html' title='32 Gbs of pure love'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-7598654182368345696</id><published>2008-12-10T22:45:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:50:32.067+06:00</updated><title type='text'>revitalising .. refurbished .. BACK ~!!</title><content type='html'>guys , its been ages we did some serious blogging .&lt;br /&gt;we have a lot of stuff broiling inside . and its goin to come out now. &lt;br /&gt;so just keep hanging and beer the patience .ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-7598654182368345696?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7598654182368345696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=7598654182368345696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/7598654182368345696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/7598654182368345696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2008/12/revitalising-refurbished-back.html' title='revitalising .. refurbished .. BACK ~!!'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-4615685926910922145</id><published>2008-11-08T00:39:00.008+06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:56:41.462+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Online Guitar Tuner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buying a Guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Online Guitar Sessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learn to Play Guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamplay.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tune Your Guitar'/><title type='text'>Best Guitar lesson sites</title><content type='html'>                                                 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Those who love thy Guitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SRSNTGDHqCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SEWaz-EJtbU/s1600-h/Midnight_black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SRSNTGDHqCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SEWaz-EJtbU/s320/Midnight_black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265989223483680802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CPuneet%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink 	{color:blue; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed 	{color:purple; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Music is a force which unites people across the world. It is something which touches the heart of everyone irrespective of their country, religion, race or faith. Everyone loves listening to music, some love making music. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Over the centuries, many musical instruments have been designed in the quest to create great music. But none has been as scintillating and as popular as a Guitar. For years now some of the best music that the world has heard, has been created by the use of one Guitar or several.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now-a-days a number of websites are available which assists beginners as well as pros with everything there is to know about a guitar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Buying a Guitar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The hardest thing when it comes to guitar is not playing it but on deciding which one to purchase.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The website &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://guitar.about.com/"&gt;http://guitar.about.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;will not only give you information about the different types of guitars but also helps you in choosing the right kind of guitar. It offers various pros and cons and recommendations which help new users to decide on their first six strings.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Once purchased, the next important thing is knowing your guitar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;The link- &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://guitar.about.com/library/weekly/aa071200b.htm"&gt;http://guitar.about.com/library/weekly/aa071200b.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gives in-depth detail about various parts of the guitar and its purpose.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Tuning&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;The first and foremost thing to do once you buy a guitar is tuning your guitar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Tuning guitar simply means bring the strings in sync. It is quite a complex thing and takes a lot of effort, time and patience because if your guitar is not tuned properly you will not get the right sounds. It can be a Herculean task and sometimes takes months to master.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;However with some assistance from &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.howtotuneaguitar.org/"&gt;http://www.howtotuneaguitar.org/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you can be assured that tuning your guitar won’t be as pain staking as it would have otherwise.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;One of the very few websites which offers the guitar lovers a dedicated online guitar tuner is truly a boon for starters.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Its ‘tune-o-matic is comprehensive virtual tuner which educates you how each and every string of your guitar should sound. It offers amazing functionalities which lets you tune your guitar for different chords at the same time thus proving useful for amateurs also. And just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, the tuner is absolutely free and you can upload it on your website/blog also by opening the link&lt;b style=""&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.howtotuneaguitar.org/mini-tuner"&gt;http://www.howtotuneaguitar.org/mini-tuner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Beginning&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Several websites offer guitar lessons for beginners and one such site is &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onlineguitarlessons.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.onlineguitarlessons.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Once you start playing guitar you come across a lot of guitar tabs or music words which sometimes can be pretty hard to comprehend. However the link- &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onlineguitarlessons.co.uk/how_to_read_tab.htm"&gt;http://www.onlineguitarlessons.co.uk/how_to_read_tab.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; provides detailed texts explaining how to read the tabs and chords in way that even if you are a newbie, you’ll find it easy to understand. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;With detailed diagrams and pictures, it helps you in understanding chords better.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Learning by watching&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you think that learning to play a guitar by reading is hard or boring then this one will definitely excite you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jamplay.com/"&gt;http://www.jamplay.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With a collection of 10,672 minutes of guitar lessons from 19 instructors and that too in High Definition with multiple camera angles it is the best way to learn about those complex finger placements that gives even pros a tough time. Although the website offers free lessons in various genres like Jazz, Rock, Metal and Blues. Everything is not free. Other than the free lessons, if you are interested in more advanced and dedicated learning you will have to pay for it. The site offer monthly, quarterly and yearly packages starting from as low as $19.95 or $0.67 per day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For that all you need to do is get registered with them and start jamming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And just for you check out the online Guitar Tuner. Tune-o-matic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; text-align: center; width: 190px;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="mini-guitar-tuner" align="middle" width="190" height="105"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.howtotuneaguitar.org/images/mini-guitar-tuner.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.howtotuneaguitar.org/images/mini-guitar-tuner.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="mini-guitar-tuner" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" allowfullscreen="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" width="190" height="105"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial sans-serif;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: capitalize;font-family:verdana,arial sans-serif;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.howtotuneaguitar.org/chords/"&gt;easy guitar chords&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SRSMzbPFFMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ko6wMF4g9o0/s1600-h/volcano_honey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SRSMzbPFFMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ko6wMF4g9o0/s320/volcano_honey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265988679415174338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-4615685926910922145?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/4615685926910922145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=4615685926910922145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/4615685926910922145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/4615685926910922145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-guitar-lesson-sites.html' title='Best Guitar lesson sites'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SRSNTGDHqCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SEWaz-EJtbU/s72-c/Midnight_black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-5583856923226385215</id><published>2008-11-04T06:39:00.011+06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:21:04.899+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isckon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vrindavana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord Krishna'/><title type='text'>My trip the holy Land</title><content type='html'>A couple of days back i took a small trip to &lt;strong&gt;Vrindavan&lt;/strong&gt;. The holy land of &lt;strong&gt;Lord Krishna&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now people know that am not much of a lord worshiper. But my mom is a big devotee of The Lord. And this time I just couldn't say no to mom, to go to a place i was not too keen on going in the begining. As she'd been wanting to go to vrindavan since the day i was born. So we woke up at 2.30AM and by 4.00AM we were on our way.&lt;br /&gt;I am not gonna write about the journey now but am gonna post some pictures of the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idols behind door number 2 in Iskcon Vrindavan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264598919455350050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SQ-c0v8KnSI/AAAAAAAAADo/0ExUBggu4m4/s320/moto_0288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture with better resolution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264599533930985570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SQ-dYhCkuGI/AAAAAAAAADw/VQbeK00fBNc/s320/moto_0295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iskcon Delhi(Marvellous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264600429041775362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SQ-eMnlncwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PUw9aAl3100/s320/moto_0293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delhi again, it was beautiful&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264599893308033826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SQ-dtb0vSyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FBY3oJdNOJg/s320/moto_0294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Divine Grace A.C Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada&lt;br /&gt;(The founder of Iskcon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264600596292128098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SQ-eWWpNTWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RZUcLOHTZOM/s320/moto_0298.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was the 3oth disappearence anniversery of the Guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have a small video I somehow made inside the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c58b2d669cf12a4e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc58b2d669cf12a4e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331286223%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17956CC89204E81491CE15F66166992741873024.6B66CBFCFD0654320E1ED23091B0B9BE9ED389C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc58b2d669cf12a4e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D__ZJKIdYeMmYKILJSF1VKabMm40&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc58b2d669cf12a4e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331286223%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17956CC89204E81491CE15F66166992741873024.6B66CBFCFD0654320E1ED23091B0B9BE9ED389C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc58b2d669cf12a4e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D__ZJKIdYeMmYKILJSF1VKabMm40&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some of you might be amazed by my choice of post but, thats the way it is...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-5583856923226385215?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c58b2d669cf12a4e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/5583856923226385215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=5583856923226385215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/5583856923226385215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/5583856923226385215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-trip-holy-land.html' title='My trip the holy Land'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SQ-c0v8KnSI/AAAAAAAAADo/0ExUBggu4m4/s72-c/moto_0288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-8939887864221260675</id><published>2008-08-18T22:02:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:01:57.681+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Friendship Vs Love Vs Marriage</title><content type='html'>Alright, So after a lot of thinking and a lot of research i am finally begining to post this article about those 3 wonderful words &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDSHIP,LOVE,MARRIAGE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 3 words have been the integral part of Indian culture and Bollywood movies(hate those movies) and for the last few weeks they been bugging me. I have been thinking, discussing, argueing, listening to people around me in order to get an insight on these topics trying to find out what they think about these unavoidable subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weeks i have asked lots of questions, spend a lot of time, money, brain and energy in gathering info. about this topic and i think its about time i posted &lt;strong&gt;MY THOUGHTS&lt;/strong&gt; and the inputs i got from some wonderful friends who volunteered to share their opinions and were kind enough to open up and talk about this topic. Now many of you might not agree with what i am writing but then again when did i ever cared about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is the golden thread that ties the heart of all the world. It is I&lt;br /&gt;believe the stongest bond known to mankind.&lt;br /&gt;Now I consider my self to be good when it comes to friendship. I love my friends, I take care of'em,I am there for them when they need help, I lend them support(and Money, lots of Money). In one line I am the kind of guy who has been around whenever any of my friends needed me.(And guys if by any chance i wasn't there, trust me i must have tried.) &lt;br /&gt;Bottom line i am sort of person whom you can call &lt;strong&gt;THE FRIEND&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love on the other hand is a commitment, not that friendship isn't but love i think is an out of the world experience. Now i know people who know me think that i am not a follower of the "Love Theory" or i am against it. So just for the record, I am not against Love. &lt;strong&gt;I Love....Love&lt;/strong&gt;, just that I am not too keen on being bitten by the love bug.&lt;br /&gt;Having been in love and having seen people fall and rise in love, I think Love is truly the most beautiful feeling one can experience.&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing, &lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt; it works for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marriage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to marriage now. Well thats easy, when you are mature enough and you earn enough, your parents get you married. Or in a more romantic way i can say, that people get married to solemonize their love. Marriage is what i call taking love to the next and the pen-ultimate level. Or as very bluntly and very rightly put by one of my new friend, Marriage is Legal Sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with the definitions and meanings all cleared out, lets move further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know I think friendship is the most important relation in life, because i think that &lt;em&gt;Friends are the siblings, God forgot to gave you.&lt;/em&gt; And not many of you know but i would rather prefer friendship over love and marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i say so because of a reason. You might not agree with it but here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life is a guitar, friendship is the strongest string. In friendship one can be completely free, honest, far yet close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case Study 1:&lt;br /&gt;             I have not met one of my friends for over an year now.(Work takes people to different place). I miss him and i know he does too. But even then whenever we talk, its the same way we used to do when we were together. There is no loss of love. Our friendship is strong as ever. I might have not partied with him when he got a promotion or he might not have hugged me on my birthday as he loved to do, but even then i feel the same way about him as i would feel, back when we used to have a senti conversation after getting drunk together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now consider a couple in a the same position who haven't met for over an year. Do you think that their relationship would remain the same over a period of time? Would they still be madly in love after not having met each other all this time? &lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt; if this was a Karan Johar movie. But news flash, Life isn't a movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically its not possible. And the reason is that in case of Love or Marriage, there is an aspect called Physical Closeness and SEX. Now keep in mind these are two different things. &lt;br /&gt;And when you don't get that from the person you like/love, you wander. And if any of you do not agree with this, please explain to me, why the word INFIDELITY is always in news.&lt;br /&gt; And this results in break-ups, heart-aches resulting in Sorrow that means lots of crying, Pain and misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this brings me to the real reason i started writing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Love and Marriage really are the most beautiful relation in the world.If they truly are that amazing, fulfilling and if Love truly makes your life joyful and complete,&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;strong&gt;Then why does love hurt?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes i ask why something so tender, so comforting and so beautiful gives you pain.......?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-8939887864221260675?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/8939887864221260675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=8939887864221260675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/8939887864221260675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/8939887864221260675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2008/08/friendship-vs-love-vs-marriage.html' title='Friendship Vs Love Vs Marriage'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-5671360053864466094</id><published>2008-07-28T02:18:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T02:18:40.769+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in asss=mathsss</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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I never accepted changes so easily , have always fought for things, mending them my way. Always taken life by its horns and twisted it to my will. And now what was happening was precisely the other way round. Life had become a full circle. This was the price I had to pay, probably or probably not. Sitting idle was not something I had imagined ever. A small period as it looks like was eating like a bug inside.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No doubt, I got the best support from everyone. But I could not confront myself. Not that I could show it, but mere understanding of people around was what was hitting me the most .I was working at that time. To take my mind off from all of this, pretending that nothing had happened. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every time this topic came, unabashedly I opened up, trying to make myself feel a little guilty. In the eyes of those who pretended to ‘understand’. Time passed by, each day making its presence felt! Always waited for that next chance, swearing will not let it go. Severing strings with people knowingly. Every time an old friend gatecrashed , there was inevitably the one thing to talk about. I knew I was not the only one in the crisis; somebody close to me was also in the same boat. But it kind of gave me weird pleasure . At least I had lived on my terms. I was prepared for the result. But it was no more about me; it was about family, tradition, expectations, and hopes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Inspite of being a swimmer I drowned with all these.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had had enough of hiding, planning, promising....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I HATED it. It was time for a rollover.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I studied like a devil. Doing the same things over and over until even the pages carried my smell, were familiar with my touch .the pages 414-415 had grape juice spilt. It remained, n haunted me, as if watching me from a corner, making me conscious every time I let my hair loose (ha I like to say it though) .By the time the exam neared, my patience was in shreds. Those 3 hours of my life were, like having sex.(I think I would something like this) .I wanted to give everything , (every math equation that i have ever learned..!) did'nt know whether i was right or wrong ,but desperately trying to strike gold with each passing moment.,,, still at some points was completely blank . There was no fear of loosing, only excitement, how could i fool the damn paper checker!!!! As always paper was over before time, n i sat for a messiah to complete the rest of the questions, which were Greek to me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The thing about maths is either you know all or you dead, there is no middle way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How much I bang my head split wide open , dung is what I see , is what I do !!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bell&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; rang and gates were open, to go where ever , where ever your destiny or your paper would take you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I couldn’t react for a while. no face expressions. Void. Stood there still. Waiting for someone to grab and make me come back to life. After almost every paper i was absolutely dumbfounded ,whether i would pass or fail or what on earth had I shitted back there.But this time i felt so strongly about a few things that only 2 people knew till now, and now you would also know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First &gt;&gt; I never wanted to run away from maths like a coward mice, but i hated it to the core of my heart. Writing the paper for 6th time i wanted to score more than ramanujan ever did. I had made a pact to myself that if i would ever give the exam, it would be a landmark, else I would leave it , let the whole world think I was a fool. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Second &gt;&gt; I was challenged by an old pig of a professor that if I could get more than 60% in maths he would accept me as an engineer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seeing my record it was difficult to believe that i could, but that S.O.B threatened my existence , my repute in front of college .Bullshit , I instantly imagined of the day when my results would be out and I would put a bullet inside his knowledge filled sloppy meat. And with pleasure, too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And if you were wondering how what happened next.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I found the most beautiful thing in the world .Love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was so powerful that it just could not let me loose, just could not!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dreams started materializing and joined me with my journey towards &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And off the record is you wondering what the f *** was this post about , well it was about me giving my engg. maths paper for the nth^nth time .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-5671360053864466094?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/5671360053864466094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=5671360053864466094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/5671360053864466094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/5671360053864466094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2008/07/pain-in-asssmathsss.html' title='Pain in asss=mathsss'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-4957328125677808264</id><published>2008-07-17T17:39:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:25:24.738+06:00</updated><title type='text'>As Suggested by the author- SONG OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>"For the first time since i created this blog, i am posting something which is not written by me.&lt;br /&gt;This blog has been about writing anything and everything that comes to your mind and what's written below is exactly that. And i would like to THANK the person responsible for this truly amazing post&lt;strong&gt; Kuruyama&lt;/strong&gt;, a very good friend of mine for writing something so deep and thoughtful. With these words i urge you to read on. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;This one is inspired by the post "my first six strings"…I don't really have a title for the post but maybe "Song of Life" suits fine, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is everywhere from the sound of your alarm to the word goodnight. (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="http://en.wikiquote.org/w/index.php?title=" href="http://en.wikiquote.org/w/index.php?title=Stephen_Conlan&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" action="edit&amp;amp;redlink="&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephen Conlan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Most people have music in the center of their lives…somewhere deep within us is a song that plays softly, always! No matter what surrounding or circumstance. A song you can hear only if you are very quiet, very still…It's a song of life, a song of dreams and wisdom, it's a song that leads you to follow yourself, it's a call to adventure, and it's a destiny that's uniquely yours.&lt;br /&gt;It's the song of your soul…!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, sometimes the melody of that song is blurred by the frustration, the misery that comes with what is called 'life'. We try to put up a brave face, a smiling face but deep down we know it is not working. You tell yourself soon everythins gonna be alright, soon everythins gonna be alright…and that's the hope that drives you on…but no matter what, there will always be a speck of doubt that will always bind you, always hold you from…whatever! And that is a hard fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To that William Goldman wud have said "Life isn't fair. It is just fairer than death, that's all". Now don't ask me who William Goldman is?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When grumbling and unloading frustrations make you go deaf to the music…hum along even if you can't sing, jus hum along until the crisis pass and you can hear clearly again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now isn't that a better way to deal with crisis n disappointments?!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Y~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-4957328125677808264?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/4957328125677808264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=4957328125677808264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/4957328125677808264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/4957328125677808264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-suggested-by-author-song-of-life.html' title='As Suggested by the author- SONG OF LIFE'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-6380176463966032243</id><published>2008-07-16T01:12:00.010+06:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T17:47:39.913+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tequila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eagles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lick sip suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Prarie Fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tequila Sunrise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tequila Iron man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blanco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra anejo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tequila worm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anejo'/><title type='text'>For the love of the Drink</title><content type='html'>The past few entries of mine have been on subjects in which i have vested intrests, the finer things that i like doing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i sat down and wrote about it. Then again one afternoon i was sitting on my soon-to-be ex-couch,yup we're giving it away. Lot's of fond memories. Anyways i was watching tv and i thought that i should write again about one more thing that i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After writing the above lines i thought something and my inner voice said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;"WAKE UP DUDE, YOU DON'T LIKE THE THINGS YOU HAVE WRITTEN ABOUT. YOU FREAKING ADORE THEM. YOU ARE PASSIONATE ABOUT THEM. BE IT ELVIS, BE IT NORAH(my norah), OR BE IT YOUR GUITAR. YOU ARE FUCKING CRAZY ABOUT THEM".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonite i write about a thing that really makes you crazy. Tonight is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TEQUILA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have tasted it you know its a crazy drink, which makes you do crazy stuff. And if you haven't, well then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHUT UP &lt;/strong&gt;and read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tequila is a spirit made primarily in the area surrounding Tequila, a town in the highlands of the western Mexican state of Jalisco. Made from &lt;strong&gt;blue agave,&lt;/strong&gt; Tequila is the &lt;strong&gt;national beverage of Mexico&lt;/strong&gt;, and usually consumed for celebrations. The tequila that is popular today was first mass-produced in the early 1800s in Guadalajara, Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223707957851150610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SH5WthYZWRI/AAAAAAAAACI/-4GyjcQiLwQ/s320/tequila-spirit_6064_r2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Types of tequila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tequila is usually bottled in one of five categories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blanco ("white") or plata ("silver")&lt;/strong&gt; – white spirit, un-aged and bottled or stored immediately after distillation, or aged less than two months in oak barrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oro ("gold") &lt;/strong&gt;– un-aged "blanco" tequila, blended with rested or aged tequilas, and often with caramel coloring, sugar-based syrup, glycerin, and/or oak extract added so as to resemble aged tequila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reposado ("rested")&lt;/strong&gt; – aged a minimum of two months, but less than a year in oak barrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;añejo ("aged" or "vintage")&lt;/strong&gt; – aged a minimum of one year, but less than 3 years in oak barrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;extra añejo ("extra aged" or "ultra aged")&lt;/strong&gt; – aged a minimum of three years in oak barrels. This category was established in March 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Misconception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a common misconception that some tequilas contain a 'worm' in the bottle. It was a marketing gimmick started in 1940's which still continues. So relax and sip up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are two basic categories of tequila&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;mixtos and 100% Agave&lt;/strong&gt;. Mixtos use up to 49% of other sugars in the fermentation process and Agave taking up the remainder. Agave sugar is &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;glucose&lt;/span&gt;-based, and is easier for the human body to break down. Mixtos use both glucose and &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fructose&lt;/span&gt; sugars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah! enough of information, let's drink up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In Mexico, contrary to popular belief, tequila is drunk straight without salt and lemon.(&lt;em&gt;I definately belong in mexico&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is always popular to drink fine tequila with a side of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sangrita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;—a sweet, sour and spicy drink typically made from orange juice, grenadine (or tomato juice) and hot chilies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Equal-sized shots of tequila and sangrita are sipped alternately, without salt or lemon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside Mexico, a single shot of tequila is often served with salt and a slice of lemon. This is called "&lt;strong&gt;tequila cruda&lt;/strong&gt;" and is sometimes referred to as "&lt;strong&gt;training wheels&lt;/strong&gt;," "&lt;strong&gt;lick-sip-suck&lt;/strong&gt;," or "&lt;strong&gt;lick-shoot-suck&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just writing all this is making me really thirsty. Sometimes i ask GOD why was i not born in MEXICO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok now for the beginners. This is how you shoot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Slice a regularly sized lemon or lime into eight small pieces.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fill a shot glass with tequila.&lt;br /&gt;3. Briefly lick the skin between your thumb and forefinger, then sprinkle 1 small pinch of salt (kosher salt melts quickly) onto the area. The lick makes it stick.&lt;br /&gt;4. Using the same hand that contains the salt, you must hold one slice of the lemon (or lime) with your thumb and index finger.&lt;br /&gt;5. Quickly lick the salt, down the tequila, and bite the lemon (or lime). Swish it around in your mouth for a couple of seconds and then swallow.&lt;br /&gt;And Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tips &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, Lick-it, Slam-it, Suck-it! (Salt first, tequila second, lemon/lime last).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having a 'lil fun...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a fun variation, ask a gentleman- or lady-friend to lend his or her hand (or other part) for the salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you purchase good tequila such as &lt;strong&gt;Patron&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; Sauza Tres Generaciones Plata&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Chimayo&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;Don Julio Anejo&lt;/strong&gt;, salt and lime are not needed(my kinda of stuf) and tequila experts may become upset at these ingredients being added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223709779296710274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SH5YXiy27oI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rOmT1WEK3fU/s320/blackwhitebig7dftl4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality Tequilas are like quality Scotch. They aren't meant to be gulped, but rather sipped and savored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said above, this way of drinking tequila is meant for low quality brands, in order to mask the horrible taste and the funny aftertaste. Also it is meant to create a trend, as it has a lot of bells and whistles. If you have in front of you a good bottle of tequila, take your time to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mexicans and experienced tequila drinkers often refer to the lime and salt combination as "&lt;strong&gt;training wheels&lt;/strong&gt;". One may wish to attempt the "&lt;strong&gt;Tequila Ironman&lt;/strong&gt;." This involves snorting the salt, taking the shot, and squirting the lime in your eye,(&lt;em&gt;not sure i am doing that&lt;/em&gt;) followed by a &lt;strong&gt;smack in the face&lt;/strong&gt; from the friend with whom you are taking the shot. Shirt must be taken off for the Tequila Ironman to count(hmm... intresting).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another way to take a tequila shot involves putting a &lt;strong&gt;dash of tobasco sauce into the tequila shot&lt;/strong&gt;. This sinus-clearing shot is referred to as &lt;strong&gt;"The Prarie Fire.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And this is why I absolutely LOVE TEQUILA...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is also possible to attempt the "&lt;strong&gt;Tequila Strong Love&lt;/strong&gt;". One person takes the salt in his/her mouth, and then makes out with the drinker. After that the person takes the lime in his/her mouth, a bit stuck out, so the drinker can easily bite it. Take it easy, as it is easy to miss the lime and bite the tongue instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No wonder the "Eagles loved a Teqila Sunrise".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-6380176463966032243?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/6380176463966032243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=6380176463966032243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/6380176463966032243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/6380176463966032243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-love-of-drink.html' title='For the love of the Drink'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SH5WthYZWRI/AAAAAAAAACI/-4GyjcQiLwQ/s72-c/tequila-spirit_6064_r2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-3547601803433426643</id><published>2008-07-14T05:51:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T17:48:58.626+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan Adams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buying a Guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Six Strings'/><title type='text'>My First Six String</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I got my first real six-string Bought it at the five-and-dime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Played it till my fingers bled, was the summer of '69."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was Bryan Adams who probably learned to play guitar even before he was born, only that would explain the amazing music he has made over the years and mesmerized the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this post is not about him or any other great music legends. This is about &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about the day when i bought MY first six string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, after wasting years of thinking about it, I finally bought a Givson.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember holding it for the first time. God it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;And the invigorating smell of the timber made me feel powerful. I was elated and overjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of me playing a guitar brought a smile on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;It was like i falling in love, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The raw sound that came out as my fingers unknowingly reached the strings was melody to my ears and at that very point standing in that shop where 3 was crowd, literally, i promised my self that i would not stop till i can actually make music from my guitar which my trainer refers to as a&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                   "&lt;strong&gt;ONE MAN ARMY&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 6 weeks that i have been regularly taking guitar lessons and all i can say is that i am loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another rock star in the making? Well we'll have wait and see about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then Keep Rocking....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-3547601803433426643?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/3547601803433426643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=3547601803433426643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/3547601803433426643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/3547601803433426643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-six-string.html' title='My First Six String'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-2142193610649473580</id><published>2008-05-16T06:36:00.009+06:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:45:44.292+06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>I remember sitting on a couch half asleep when i first heard that &lt;strong&gt;MAGICAL VOICE&lt;/strong&gt;. In a flash i sat up and turned up the volume of my T.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what i saw and what i heard, bewitched me. For the first time in my life i saw such a beautiful girl, singing an amazing song and that too in such a melodious voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the day i heard &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NORAH JONES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the first time. That was the day when &lt;strong&gt;SUN RISED&lt;/strong&gt;. Its been years that i have been listening to her music and i just can't get enough of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norah Jones is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Multi Grammy Award winner&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which she won for her debut album "&lt;strong&gt;Come Away With Me".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So its a small little tribute of mine to the lady who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say to me why do u like her and all i say to them is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don;t Know Why......???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="412" height="338" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-83dbe9e57925c980" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-love.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SDN8wbhN37I/AAAAAAAAACA/9Lb_vGheAoM/s72-c/norah11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-4269508842945464949</id><published>2008-05-06T03:46:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:55:39.187+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipity Sans Love...!!!!!</title><content type='html'>love breed poems , all i can say ...&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this poem wn i used to travel , to meet someone for few hours , wanted to go every weekend, could manage few of them..&lt;br /&gt;ill cut the long story short.. njoi the poem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serendipity Sans Love...!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; am glad to have you as a companion in my life, Bcoz love cant be conditional, and I can sense that when you fight for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows you more than me,&lt;br /&gt;And if it has to be someone, let it be me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the smoke, you saw me falling,&lt;br /&gt;Just to catch me, with the warmth of your love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be a kid, and this is how I am,&lt;br /&gt;Rusty, naughty , pensive...all yours to handle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My songs, my melodies, my thoughts all come alive Bcoz i am wearing a new perfume "YOU".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i say this to the person i love ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;हाथी नदी में बह नही सकता &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;और अपुन तेरे बिना रह नहीं सकता ..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and it alwayz brings a smile, might work for your somebody special as well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-4269508842945464949?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/4269508842945464949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=4269508842945464949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/4269508842945464949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/4269508842945464949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2008/05/serendipity-sans-love.html' title='Serendipity Sans Love...!!!!!'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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type='html'>Continuing from my last post, here is yet another effort to share my thoughts about some of the greatest musicians of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time it is my fav. singer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE KING HIMSELF ELVIS PRESLEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born on January 8,1935 Elvis is arguably the best singer and musician world has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Elvis Aaron Presley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was a singer, musician and an actor. A culutural icon was often as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;The king of Rock n Roll&lt;/strong&gt;" or simply "&lt;strong&gt;The king&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194249768361479986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SBWupN3XTzI/AAAAAAAAABo/FPYESdcxu08/s320/Elvis_19_430.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elvis began his career as one of the first performers of rockabilly, an uptempo fusion of country and rhythm and blues with a strong back beat. Throughout his career, he set records for concert attendance, television ratings and recordings sales. He is one of the best-selling and most influential artists in the history of popular music&lt;br /&gt;Elvis had a huge fan following throughout the world and people especially girls would go mad during his live concerts.&lt;/p&gt;Elvis had a distuinguished dancing style and his wobbling legs used to make women crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most of his live performances, one could see Elvis wearing long white king like veil along with matching pants and why wouldn't he wear that after all he was the king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194245902890913570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SBWrIN3XTyI/AAAAAAAAABg/kkQVW2WUniM/s320/Elvis_8_430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elvis produced a large no. of hits like &lt;strong&gt;HeartBreak Hotel&lt;/strong&gt; which sold one milion copies in U.S in just 3months. His other hits include "&lt;em&gt;Little less conversation&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Hound Dog&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jail House Rock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't help falling in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viva Las Vegas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(both were musical films which grossed $280million)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now below are a collection of some of the Kings's greatest songs. 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haunted me that&lt;br /&gt;U were gone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the touch , the words, the messages ,&lt;br /&gt;every moment Watching u in pain , I felt helpless,&lt;br /&gt;good that U were gone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing in the morning I looked out for u ,&lt;br /&gt;Just to check on your health Only to realize that you’re in safe hands&lt;br /&gt;Something I couldn’t heal…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that happened ,&lt;br /&gt;my joys and sorrows&lt;br /&gt;When I was idle , when I was bad&lt;br /&gt;When I lied , when I was mad&lt;br /&gt;My feelings, wanted to share with u every day ,&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the phone,&lt;br /&gt;then realized that U were gone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you’re varied moods,&lt;br /&gt;you’re ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;Your worries, your sorries&lt;br /&gt;you dropping of phone, your dozing off&lt;br /&gt;Faintly smiling in middle of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;when U were gone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all I missed the love ,&lt;br /&gt;the urge to hold u tight&lt;br /&gt;To not let u go anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;to keep coming back to you,&lt;br /&gt;To tell you that ‘I love you’ all this and much more I felt this&lt;br /&gt;when U were gone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did count the days back,&lt;br /&gt;waited for the phone to ring&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that u cud not speak ,&lt;br /&gt;probably just to hear the assuring silence&lt;br /&gt;closed my eyes, to find u near&lt;br /&gt;when u were gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was always a sudden restlessness ,&lt;br /&gt;spark In my eyes ,&lt;br /&gt;that u would return healthy&lt;br /&gt;that everything will be ok&lt;br /&gt;that I can hear u scream in excitement and&lt;br /&gt;cuddle with love calling me what u like&lt;br /&gt;I felt this when U were gone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Action speaks louderthan words " i beleive in this and if you also do u might want to rate this blog !!!!&lt;div 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gone'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-349764021144053266</id><published>2008-04-21T14:50:00.014+06:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T17:58:11.497+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punk Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimi Hendrix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jailhouse Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirvana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychedelic rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rolling stones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurt Cobain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ac/Dc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep Purple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garage Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Led Zepplin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heavy Metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoke on the water video'/><title type='text'>Time To Rock...</title><content type='html'>There have been number of musical minded men who have been making good music for men like me. There are 'N' of genres of music and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ROCK MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is one of'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock music is a form of popular music with a prominent vocal melody, accompanied by guitar, drums, and bass. Rock music has its roots in 1940s and 1950s &lt;a title="Rock and roll" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_and_roll"&gt;rock and roll&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Rockabilly" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rockabilly"&gt;rockabilly&lt;/a&gt;, which evolved from &lt;em&gt;blues, country music&lt;/em&gt; and other influences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock music had evolved and changed a lot over decades. There has been numerous ages of Rock Music. Let's have a little peak into the Rock history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The mid-1950s-early 1960s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Early British rock&lt;/strong&gt;-- Popularised by "John Lennon(Beatles), Rolling Stones"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garage rock&lt;/strong&gt;-- Bands like &lt;strong&gt;The Sonics, Question Mark &amp;amp; the Mysterians&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surf music&lt;/strong&gt;-- The &lt;strong&gt;rockabilly&lt;/strong&gt; sound influenced a wild, mostly instrumental sound.&lt;br /&gt;Bands like The Shadows and The Beach Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Folk rock&lt;/strong&gt;-- made up of folk music lovers who liked acoustic instruments, traditional&lt;br /&gt;songs, and blues music with a socially progressive message.&lt;br /&gt;Popularized by &lt;strong&gt;BOB DYLAN, JONI MITCHELL, JOAN BAEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychedelic rock&lt;/strong&gt;--Psychedelia began in the folk scene, with the &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Holy Modal Rounders" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holy_Modal_Rounders"&gt;Holy Modal Rounders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing the term in 1964.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The creators&lt;/u&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;The piper at the gates of down&lt;/em&gt;), &lt;strong&gt;The cream(eric clapton)&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Doors&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jefferson Airplane's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;surrealistic Pillow&lt;/em&gt; became really popular.&lt;br /&gt;And my favourite &lt;strong&gt;Jimi Hendrix&lt;/strong&gt; announced his arrival to the mainstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soft rock&lt;/strong&gt;-- Barry Manilow, Neil Diamond, Olivia Newton-John, Elton John, Billy Joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The mid to late 70s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hard rock and heavy metal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second wave of British and American rock bands became popular during the early 1970s the largest being &lt;strong&gt;Led Zeppelin&lt;/strong&gt;. Bands such as Grand Funk Railroad, &lt;strong&gt;The Rolling Stones&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple, Queen, Alice Cooper, Judas Priest, Status Quo, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath, The Who, and Uriah Hee&lt;/strong&gt; played highly amplified, guitar-driven hard rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Punk rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Early punk borrowed heavily from the garage band ethic: played by bands for which expert musicianship was not a requirement, punk was stripped-down, three-chord music that could be played easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artists&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;Tommy Ramone(Ramones), British Band Sex Pistols&lt;/strong&gt;(songs-&lt;em&gt;Anarchy in the U.K, God Save the Queen).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rock diversifies in the 1980s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 1980s, popular rock diversified. This period also saw the &lt;a title="New Wave of British Heavy Metal" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Wave_of_British_Heavy_Metal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;New Wave of British Heavy Metal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;with bands such as Iron Maiden and Def Leppard gaining popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my personal favourite &lt;strong&gt;AC/DC&lt;/strong&gt; a hard rock band formed in Sydney, Australia in 1973 by brothers Angus and Malcolm Young. Although the band are considered pioneers of hard rock and heavy metal its members have always classified their music as "rock 'n' roll".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191628591316303730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SAxesocrf3I/AAAAAAAAABY/e2T_fZ6P6ZQ/s320/acdc_pictures_1024.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a title="Heartland rock" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heartland_rock"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heartland rock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gained a strong following, exemplified by Bruce Springsteen, Bob Seger, Donnie Iris, John (Cougar) Mellencamp and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thrash Metal&lt;/strong&gt; attracted large underground audiences and a few bands, including Metallica and Megadeth, went on for mainstream success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glam metal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Widely popular in the 1980s Mötley Crüe, W.A.S.P., Ratt and Quiet Riot were the notable names in glam metal. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Their songs were bombastic and often defiantly macho, with lyrics focused on sex, drinking, drugs, and the occult&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In 1987 a second wave of glam metal acts emerged including &lt;strong&gt;Bon Jovi&lt;/strong&gt;, L.A. Guns and Faster Pussycat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alternative goes mainstream (Early-mid 1990s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grunge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the 1990s, rock was dominated by slick and commercial glam metal, hair metal and arena rock artists. MTV had arrived and promoted this excessive focus on image and style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; such as Green River, Soundgarden, the Melvins and Skin Yard pioneered the genre, with Mudhoney becoming the most successful by the end of the decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1991 &lt;strong&gt;Nirvana &lt;/strong&gt;broke into the mainstream with album &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEVERMIND. &lt;/em&gt;Pearljam &lt;/strong&gt;came out with their album &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; In early April 1994, grunge took a sudden shift in popularity with the death of Nirvana's frontman &lt;a title="Kurt Cobain" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kurt_Cobain"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kurt Cobain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191625365795864418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SAxbw4crf2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/QOWU-TVT2X0/s320/Kurt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post-grunge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wake of Cobain's death a new style of music called post-grunge evolved.&lt;br /&gt;Former Nirvana drummer &lt;strong&gt;Dave Grohl's&lt;/strong&gt; new band the &lt;strong&gt;Foo Fighters&lt;/strong&gt; helped further popularize the genre, and other bands such as Bush, Seether, Creed, Collective Soul, Everclear and Live helped cement post-grunge as one of the most commercially viable sub-genres of the late nineties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu metal and Rap Rock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bands&lt;/u&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;Faith No More, Linkin Park, P.O.D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;With all this info. at your hand about Rock Music you might be feeling like listening to some good Rock and if your like me you'd do something about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But being a new and true rock lover i have made some arrangements for you.&lt;br /&gt;So sit back and relax and enjoy some good Rock Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starting with ACDC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="434" height="316" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c083d706d5e8d8a7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc083d706d5e8d8a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331286223%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6440C7B9CD9817DCA6FCB79E3967AC89E3027C58.85B345616FB45B6678244EB8A8C53B7E8A309353%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc083d706d5e8d8a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRma7MPtyasoVCXodCY5xFXeol9Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="434" height="316" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc083d706d5e8d8a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331286223%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6440C7B9CD9817DCA6FCB79E3967AC89E3027C58.85B345616FB45B6678244EB8A8C53B7E8A309353%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc083d706d5e8d8a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRma7MPtyasoVCXodCY5xFXeol9Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The man himself.... 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SAxbTYcrf1I/AAAAAAAAABI/XGNBjZWNhPA/s1600-h/Kurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SAxbTYcrf1I/AAAAAAAAABI/XGNBjZWNhPA/s1600-h/Kurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-349764021144053266?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3967e6f36bc15b3b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=805033f52c607ab&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c083d706d5e8d8a7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=efa577f01197711e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/349764021144053266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=349764021144053266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/349764021144053266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/349764021144053266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-to-rock_21.html' title='Time To Rock...'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SAxesocrf3I/AAAAAAAAABY/e2T_fZ6P6ZQ/s72-c/acdc_pictures_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-9167780184823760147</id><published>2008-04-19T16:47:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:56:08.735+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Music</title><content type='html'>They say music has no boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;Music has been the food of soul since civilizations came into existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And every human being who has walked the face of earth has been touched by music in some way or the other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now i like listening to good and quality music though i wish i could make music but anyways, this endevour of mine is dedicated to some of the greatest musicians of all time and some great songs they made. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now some of you might not find what you looking for in here but what your gonna see here is something i like listening to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                       So Get ready to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rock'N'Roll&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-9167780184823760147?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/9167780184823760147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=9167780184823760147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/9167780184823760147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/9167780184823760147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-to-rock.html' title='Just Music'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-1016332159186822704</id><published>2008-04-18T05:27:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T05:34:35.411+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is an adult Emotion!!!</title><content type='html'>Well the topic would definitely arouse some feelings , in which ever way u want to take it. (ur call)&lt;br /&gt;and i think i can justify the topic in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all fall in love knowingly , forcefully , accidently, genetically and gradually. un-requittted or reciprocated ,its an emotion no other can beat.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me love always smells 1 word ' commitment '.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don’t know how it got into me, or did i developed it, but its there , and i know it very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes its difficult to find a person to love , and more , to realize who loves you, but after this stage is cleared,, its an out of world feeling..&lt;br /&gt;something’s start making sense , rest becomes oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as she always sez" in love too much is never enough "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, your deep dark secrets , including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone , but still getting weak knees .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One look of that person and you know their state of mind. What is wonderful in this relationship is the there is someone who knows you better than anyone else in the world. And the feeling of being right next to the person you love makes you forget your pain, your sleep, your fatigue.!!!(ask me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I love you, it's not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once you realize all this you would scream at top of your voice &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you’re a hell of a woman. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then comes the big word:: decision . Decision at every step, of our lives , of our choices. Every decision that you make somehow affects her. Love becomes so strong that your amazed how trivial steps of your life determine your destiny. There is a fear, a constant fear of losing someone so close that you cannot imagine 1 day without hearing her voice. Never taken life so seriously, here you vouch for your words, for dress you wear, for your habits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this is not from me but felt like sharing it with the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud And the sky of the sky of a tree called life; Which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart. I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-1016332159186822704?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/1016332159186822704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=1016332159186822704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/1016332159186822704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/1016332159186822704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-is-adult-emotion_18.html' title='Love is an adult Emotion!!!'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-3270019827315851678</id><published>2008-04-17T04:42:00.007+06:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T18:01:20.376+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoke Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marlboro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicotine'/><title type='text'>Living A Smoke Free Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I started smokin when i was in college. I remember going to a paanwaala half a km from our room to get my first cigarette. I smoked a "&lt;em&gt;menthol&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;My friend accompanied me to my first ever FAG rendezvous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the period of time i hav smoked a lot. I have tried the worst and the best of it, but my all time favourite was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MARLBORO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. They say its a man's brand and frankly i cannot disagree with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of time i have come to understand that people smoke coz of following reasons&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Addiction&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Style Statement&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Got nothing else to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it was the third reason. Everytime i puffed away a Marlboro was when i had plenty of time to kill and nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something that i stayed away from, was getting addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently &lt;strong&gt;The friend&lt;/strong&gt; quit smoking b'coz of a reason i never thought he'd give into.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... he tried to persuade me also to give up but i knew i'd quit only when i feel like givin up.&lt;br /&gt;And one night i just didn;t felt like smoking. People told me that me that if I can keep away from it for 2 weeks it'll be big deal and it will be an achievement. But i didn't pay much heed to my well wishers coz i knew i have a strong will power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And its been over a month now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don;t feel proud or sad. And its not like that my lungs crave for nicotine(like one of my friend's)&lt;br /&gt;but there is one thing i cannot deny, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SAaZniTcNpI/AAAAAAAAABA/SzP44TgWTL4/s1600-h/Marlboro.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190004525093369490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SAaZniTcNpI/AAAAAAAAABA/SzP44TgWTL4/s320/Marlboro.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I Miss Marlboro&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i don't regret leavin it..... (atleast for the time being)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-3270019827315851678?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/3270019827315851678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=3270019827315851678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/3270019827315851678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/3270019827315851678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2008/04/living-smoke-free-life.html' title='Living A Smoke Free Life'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/SAaZniTcNpI/AAAAAAAAABA/SzP44TgWTL4/s72-c/Marlboro.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-118028291451370221</id><published>2008-03-30T00:49:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T04:56:28.983+06:00</updated><title type='text'>When Life Takes an Ugly Turn</title><content type='html'>" &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is like driving a car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;I have been saying that for a long time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its a smooth ride and many a times its bumpy. Its all about finding the smooth roads and avoiding the ditches.&lt;br /&gt;But in reality it ain't that simple. At times you would have a flat tyre or a breakdown, which can be mended. But imagine a day when your car(life) just refuses to move on. When you are stuck on a long, empty&lt;br /&gt;God-forsaken highway unable to move.&lt;br /&gt;The cold wind on the gloomy night sending a chill up your spine not just because your scared but because you don;t know what to do. It becomes even more scary when you know that there's no one around to help you.&lt;br /&gt;It is one of those situations when you'r stuck alone all by yourself when you can't do anything but just wait, wait for the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel helpless, frustrated, angry and unworthy. In a quick flash of time your hunky dory ride has come to a standstill and you know that you can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that " &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is a box of chocolate and you never know what you gonna get&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" but what if you take out a chocolate, you open the wraper and you find nothing. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its Hollow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to drive and I love life and i also understand that an occasional bump must not be allowed to end your journey. But what if your car has outrun its life. What if life itself has outrun its life.&lt;br /&gt;What can you do, when you know that you have arrived on a dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-118028291451370221?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/118028291451370221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=118028291451370221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/118028291451370221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/118028291451370221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-life-takes-ugly-turn.html' title='When Life Takes an Ugly Turn'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-3536813753305754561</id><published>2008-03-27T02:35:00.016+06:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T18:03:14.737+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live Free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain is Good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Lennon'/><title type='text'>The Addiction called Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R_pGIdoQfEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UEsiywlxzxM/s1600-h/moto_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tattoos and People bearing Tattoos have existed for decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos can be seen on arms, fore arms, back, neck and where not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say its a sign of rebellion, some say its a con's way to get a tattoo. I have even had people telling me that it is a painful way of wasting money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that getting a Tattoo is a great way of expressing yourself. In fact I think its a harmless way to opine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say people who get tattoos represent a cult. To that I say whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a days many people get tattoos and I think its a nice way to increase the level of bonding. Because people who have tattoos generally have the same kind of thinking (should come in handy while looking for a date).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I feel that going through the pain of getting a tattoo indicates the mental toughness of a person and sometimes gives an insight to his/her mind and sometimes even past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also represents that the one is ready to take on the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the lust of getting a tattoo and then admiring it everyday in front of a mirror makes the pain a bit superfluous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And as "SILAS" said&lt;br /&gt;"Pain is Good".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note, I feel that tattooing is an art and in the words of 'John Lennon'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I am an artist and I like to collect art."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if its on my own body.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186535599012609106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="174" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R_pGpdoQfFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YN4x7BrWDkE/s320/moto_0055.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-3536813753305754561?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/3536813753305754561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=3536813753305754561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/3536813753305754561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/3536813753305754561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2008/03/addiction-called-tattoo.html' title='The Addiction called Tattoo'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R_pGpdoQfFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YN4x7BrWDkE/s72-c/moto_0055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-7306660953131736078</id><published>2007-08-21T12:16:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T16:09:22.163+06:00</updated><title type='text'>ROOTS OF DISCRIMINATION</title><content type='html'>They say that in today’s world, the most dangerous animal is MAN.&lt;br /&gt;We have heard stories of predator killing men as well as man killing the beast (Who hasn’t seen Jungle Book) but in reality today it’s the man (&lt;strong&gt;predator&lt;/strong&gt;) who’s killing the man (&lt;strong&gt;prey&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that wars kill thousands of people. But if we give it a thought, who in the first place initiates a war. It is we the people who are killing the people. Be it of jealousy, desire, discrimination, hatred or any other stupid reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think what makes a man hate another human being so much that he takes such a grave step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an Indian I have seen and lived in all kinds of religion, culture and casts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting on to my point, who doesn’t remember the &lt;em&gt;Mumbai riots&lt;/em&gt; and of’cos &lt;em&gt;Godhra&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We have read about it, seen it even spoken about it. But how many of you have thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In west it is considered wrong to comment or behave in a certain way with some one based on their skin color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my homeland we all have one color, if you leave out the&lt;strong&gt; fair-n-lovely users&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So we have '&lt;strong&gt;religion'&lt;/strong&gt; here and now-a-days ‘&lt;strong&gt;cast’&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I would like to quote an incident that startled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually opened my eyes to the grave reality about how deep pr should I say how young the roots of discrimination have infected our so called ‘secular’ country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young boy in his shorts playing with another boy wearing exactly the same shorts. Having a ball in the stagnated fresh rain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn’t care about the fact that they were half naked as they looked to like were from the lower strata of the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere comes a girl in red frock about 11-12 years old. She pulls one of the boys possibly her brother and starts scolding him. And tells him never to play with that boy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked to myself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Is the other kid selfish (may be the sister wants to protect her brother).&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Or does he have any communicable disease.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Or is it b’coz the boy has lice in his hair (believe me that can be a reason).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I can think of anymore of reasons the girl gave me the answer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“ISKE SAATH MAT KHEL YEH TO MUSLIM HAI…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say or how to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that gave birth to a few questions…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Does the little boy know who’s a Muslim and who’s not?&lt;br /&gt;2. Even if he knows, does he know why he is being asked to be a part of this discrimination?&lt;br /&gt;3. Who ever taught the girl who might have just puberty to discriminate against a 5-6 year old child just b’coz he goes to mosque instead of a temple?&lt;br /&gt;4. And what’s the fault of the other child who is referred as &lt;strong&gt;Rahim&lt;/strong&gt; instead of &lt;strong&gt;Ram.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the answer to question no-3has to be parents who have taught their girl to discriminate against a 5 year old without ever bothering about her education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look on that kid’s face told me that he had a broken heart, a hurt self respect which he might have to bear a number of times as he grows older.&lt;br /&gt;And after 10-15 years of discrimination and humiliation, if he looses his mind one day and does something irrational, would it entirely be his fault. &lt;u&gt;I’d say no&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in this country have a tendency to blame Non-Hindus (after politicians’ of’cos) for anything that goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But are they really responsible for such regrettable incidences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we forget that before being a Hindu or a Muslim or a Sikh………..&lt;br /&gt;We are&lt;strong&gt; Indians&lt;/strong&gt; and even before that….. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are Human Beings&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were born humans, why can’t we stay human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we could just be humans, we might be able to save a childhood from the unwanted hatred and may prevent another GODHRA from happening...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-7306660953131736078?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7306660953131736078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=7306660953131736078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/7306660953131736078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/7306660953131736078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/08/roots-of-discrimination.html' title='ROOTS OF DISCRIMINATION'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-2046107226769400965</id><published>2007-08-16T12:26:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T12:29:38.861+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhagwan – The Almighty</title><content type='html'>Since the beginning of the universe there has been one thing that is omnipresent, the Supreme Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Some people address this unseen power as GOD, some as LORD and some as ALMIGHTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all (yes me too…..sometimes) pray to him or her for various needs.&lt;br /&gt;Time and again we ask him for various things that we ourselves are incapable of getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Most of the times we call upon the usually forgotten neglected yet always looked upon as the ray of hope for security.&lt;br /&gt;            Security for our loved one’s, friends and sometimes for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Time and again we all ask him to protect us from some thing or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Ever thought or even imagined in your wildest dream that the Supreme Power the GOD himself would be in a need of security.&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, the unthinkable is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And believe it or not, the threat is from God’s own creation, &lt;strong&gt;The MAN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Yes that’s true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Siddhivinayak Mandir in Mumbai, which is not less than a national monument, is under threat from terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The God is being threatened.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temple which blesses the common as well as the elite is on the list of people who think that God has sent them on this planet to kill people.&lt;br /&gt;And now the want to raze the Lord’s resting place to ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it seems that the almighty himself requires help from his creations to protect his holy place which makes me think, is the LORD really the most powerful force or has his creations found a chink in his armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            One can’t help but think that in today’s time which we call the Kalyug….&lt;br /&gt;            Is the almighty really the Almighty…???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-2046107226769400965?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/2046107226769400965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=2046107226769400965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/2046107226769400965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/2046107226769400965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/08/bhagwan-almighty.html' title='Bhagwan – The Almighty'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-2491923374466863090</id><published>2007-07-30T22:13:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:53:33.703+06:00</updated><title type='text'>loss of inheritence</title><content type='html'>ever imagined that the way we think is quite similiar to our parents espacially dad.&lt;br /&gt;our decision making power, our reacting to any situation or emergency, and most of all financial bent , all carries slight reflection of what our dad has done in past.&lt;br /&gt;it might be very obvious , coz v learn from home, but iam talking about conscience, about moulding the thoughts in same direction as they were always.&lt;br /&gt;not neccesarily its forced upon us , but it comes with the bloodline, or how else could u explain son to show certain qualities like dad when he has been staying in hostel half his life.&lt;br /&gt;its good to have options open but not so many that u actully forget what always wanted,&lt;br /&gt;the point that iam driving at is parenthood.&lt;br /&gt;it is very neccessary for a couple to go under certain tips, guidelines, formulas and tricks before jumping to produce a baby..&lt;br /&gt;and that too not just once but perodicaly,say after 5yrs , how to deal with child, after 15yrs, how to give him his space and when the innocent child turns 22 , parents shud know what exactly do they want from their child.&lt;br /&gt;and also there should be something like like choices , like intrests , which the parents should have and child should also respect them..&lt;br /&gt;iam writing this coz not everybody is same , but atleast one should have prefrences in life.&lt;br /&gt;and for me it came a little late.keeping family tradition o becoming an emminent figure like an enggneer or doctor, or anything for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;but imagine u dont have any tradition, no ties with blood relatives,no past ,all u r is what u think..&lt;br /&gt;strange but true , no iam not going against parenthood,i absolutely abide by wt thy do is in our best intrests.somehow one thing keeps lingering inside me " how can i survive without spoon feeding"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------*******under construction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-2491923374466863090?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/2491923374466863090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=2491923374466863090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/2491923374466863090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/2491923374466863090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/07/loss-of-inheritence.html' title='loss of inheritence'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-6715148773316554529</id><published>2007-06-25T21:23:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T18:12:57.791+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What makes farts stink?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fartlighter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crinoid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fart Gas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why do farts make noise?'/><title type='text'>A simple yet dirty 4 letter word---F***</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FACTS ON FART&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080325617684426530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/RoDxO4llryI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SCpEWgJHFCE/s320/71C6CTTXQPL._SS500_" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes today we are gonna talk about the most disgusting 4 letter words other than what usually follows it....(S***)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So let's begin THE FART story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where does fart gas come from?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The gas in our intestines comes from several sources: air we swallow, gas seeping into our intestines from our blood, gas produced by chemical reactions in our guts, and gas produced by bacteria living in our guts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/heptune"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is fart gas made of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The composition of fart gas is highly variable. Most of the air we swallow, especially the oxygen component, is absorbed by the body before the gas gets into the intestines. By the time the air reaches the large intestine, most of what is left is nitrogen. Chemical reactions between stomach acid and intestinal fluids may produce carbon dioxide, which is also a component of air and a product of bacterial action. Bacteria also produce hydrogen and methane. But the relative proportions of these gases that emerge from our anal opening depend on several factors: what we ate, how much air we swallowed, what kinds of bacteria we have in our intestines, and how long we hold in the fart. The longer a fart is held in, the larger the proportion of inert nitrogen it contains, because the other gases tend to be absorbed into the bloodstream through the walls of the intestine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A nervous person who swallows a lot of air and who moves stuff through his digestive system rapidly may have a lot of oxygen in his farts, because his body didn't have time to absorb the oxygen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The Millon Dollor Question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What makes farts stink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The odor of farts comes from small amounts of hydrogen sulfide gas and mercaptans in the mixture. These compounds contain sulfur. Nitrogen-rich compounds such as skatole and indole also add to the stench of farts. The more sulfur-rich your diet, the more sulfides and mercaptans will be produced by the bacteria in your guts, and the more your farts will stink. Foods such as cauliflower, eggs and meat are notorious for producing smelly farts, whereas beans produce large amounts of not particularly stinky farts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why do farts make noise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The sounds are produced by vibrations of the anal opening. Sounds depend on the velocity of expulsion of the gas and the tightness of the sphincter muscles of the anus. Contrary to a popular misconception, fart noise is not generated by the flapping of the butt cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why are stinky farts generally warmer and quieter than regular farts?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Most fart gas comes from swallowed air and consists largely of nitrogen and carbon dioxide, the oxygen having been absorbed by the time it reaches the anal opening. These gases are odorless, although they often pick up other (and more odiferous) components on the way through the bowel. They emerge from the anus in fairly large bubbles at body temperature. A person can often achieve a good sound with these voluminous farts, but they are commonly (but not always!) mundane with respect to odor, and don't feel particularly warm. Another major source of fart gas is bacterial action. Bacterial fermentation and digestion processes produce heat as a byproduct as well as various pungent gases. The resulting bubbles of gas tend to be small, hot, and concentrated with stinky bacterial metabolic products. These emerge as the&lt;br /&gt;notorious, warm, &lt;strong&gt;SBD (Silent-But-Deadly)&lt;/strong&gt;, often in amounts too small to produce a good sound, but excelling in stench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How much gas does a normal person pass per day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On average, a person produces about half a liter of fart gas per day, distributed over an average of about fourteen daily farts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;** The butt is the location of the anus in humans, and by definition, a fart is an anal escape of intestinal gas. We should be grateful that we are not crinoids. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crinoid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a marine creature with a U-shaped gut, and its anus is located next to its mouth. **(Yuck!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breaking the myth guys...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is a fart really just a burp that comes out the wrong end? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;No, a burp emerges from the stomach and has a different chemical composition from a fart. Farts have less atmospheric gas content and more bacterial gas content than burps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;For the Adventure Lovers...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it really possible to ignite farts?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The answer to that is yes! However, you should be aware that people get injured igniting flatus. Not only can the flame back up into your colon, but your clothing or other surroundings may catch on fire. A survey done by Fartcloud (the site, alas! is no more) indicates that about a quarter of the people who ignited their farts got burned doing it. Ignition of flatus is a hazardous practice. However, if you want to try it, and you don't have a friend to light your fart for you, you might find it easier to accomplish the job using the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://drbukk.safeshopper.com/8/cat8.htm?289" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fartlighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There have also been cases in which intestinal gases with a higher than normal oxygen content have exploded during surgery when electric cautery was used by the surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i present to you a fart lighter video.(Accident) &lt;br /&gt;But Guys do not try this. Its very dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VUkUBxr1sOo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VUkUBxr1sOo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it guys.... HAVE A FARTING DAY.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1889647292/recommendedrea06" target="new"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1889647292/recommendedrea06" target="new"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-6715148773316554529?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/6715148773316554529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=6715148773316554529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/6715148773316554529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/6715148773316554529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/06/simple-yet-dirty-4-letter-word-f.html' title='A simple yet dirty 4 letter word---F***'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/RoDxO4llryI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SCpEWgJHFCE/s72-c/71C6CTTXQPL._SS500_' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-7616701772998261727</id><published>2007-05-18T20:24:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T20:26:43.500+06:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Think Big Think Ahead Think Fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When no one will look at you,&lt;br /&gt;Come to me I will be there with open arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you will fear to stand in front of the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Come to me,I will be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you stop counting your grey hairs&lt;br /&gt;Come to me,My arms will be there to hold you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you suddenly got up at midnight&lt;br /&gt;open the window and look at the moon,You will find me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone breaks your heart&lt;br /&gt;Come to me,I will be there to soothe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your emotional urge overcomes the sexual one,&lt;br /&gt;I will be thereI will be there for you forever....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-7616701772998261727?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7616701772998261727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=7616701772998261727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/7616701772998261727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/7616701772998261727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/05/poem.html' title='A poem'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-3344291144599662241</id><published>2007-05-17T18:18:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T18:19:07.075+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                              Think Big Think Ahead Think Fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why students fail in exam???????&lt;br /&gt;???????????????&lt;br /&gt;?????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;It's not the student's fault if he/she fails… Its because the year has an 'ONLY 365' days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical academic year for a student……….&lt;br /&gt;1. Sundays - 52, Sundays in a year, which are rest days. Balance 313 days.&lt;br /&gt;2. Summer holidays - 50 where weather is very hot and difficult to study. Balance 263 days .&lt;br /&gt;3. 8 hours daily sleep-means 122 days. Balance 141 days.&lt;br /&gt;4. 1 hour for daily playing - (good for health) means 15 days. Balance 126 days.&lt;br /&gt;5. 2 hours daily for food &amp; other delicacies (chew properly &amp;amp; eat) - means 30 days. Balance 96 days.&lt;br /&gt;6. 1 hour for talking (man is a social animal) - means 15 days. Balance 81 days.&lt;br /&gt;7. Exam days per year at least 35 days. Balance 46 days.&lt;br /&gt;8. Quarterly, Half yearly and festival holidays - 40 days. Balance 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;9. For sickness at least 3 days. Balance 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;10. Movies and functions at least 2 days. Balance 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;……&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.That 1 day is B'day……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to expect a student to study on B'day...!!!!!????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-3344291144599662241?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/3344291144599662241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=3344291144599662241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/3344291144599662241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/3344291144599662241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/05/think-big-think-ahead-think-fast-why.html' title=''/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-2146786540194788026</id><published>2007-05-17T01:16:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T01:22:36.048+06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DAY I CUT MY HAIR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Think Big Think Ahead Think Fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS THE 112 DAY OF THE YEAR 2007. IT WAS A SUNDAY, A PRETTY LOUSY ONE I MUST SAY...&lt;br /&gt;BUT THERE WAS SOMETHING DIFFERENT ABOUT THIS SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;IF I EVER WRITE MY AUTOBIGRAPHY THIS DAY WILL HAVE A SPECIAL MENTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY BECAUSE THIS WAS THE DAY I HAD TO PART WITH SOMETHING THAT WAS VERY DEAR TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;NO IT WASN'T MONEY(PPL WHO KNOW ME ARE AWARE OF MY LOVE FOR MONEY).&lt;br /&gt;IT WASN'T A GIRL WHO LEFT ME('COZ FOR DAT TO HAPPEN U FIRST NEED TO HAVE A GIRL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SOMETHING EVEN MORE PRECIOUS. SOMETHING THAT I HAVE TREASURED, NURTURED, NOURISHED.&lt;br /&gt;I FOUGHT THE WORLD FOR TWO YEARS SO THAT I COULD KEEP IT WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS THE DAY I LOST MY HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES THEY WERE GONE. GONE AFTER BEING THERE FOR TWO YEARS, TWO LONG BUT LOVELY YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS THE FIRST MAN IN THE FAMILY TO HAVE SUCH LONG HAIRS. ALL THROUGHT MY LAST 2 YEARS OF COLLEGE I WAS THE STYLE SYMBOL NOT A BIG ONE, BUT I WAS ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE LOOKED AT ME IN AMAZMENT, THEY FOUND IT UNACCEPTABLE, THEY SAID I LOOKED MATURE, THEY SAID I LOOK LIKE A BEAST FROM HELL(OOH!) AND SHOULD GET RID OF'EM, SOME EVEN SAID I LOOKED SEXY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IF U ASK ME.....&lt;br /&gt;I LOOKED AT MYSELF AND SAW AN INDIVIDUAL WHO WAS PASSIONATE,&lt;br /&gt;A PERSON WHO WOULD TAKE THE STORM HEAD ON BUT WOULD NOT BOW DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;I SAW ME. I SAW MYSELF. (NO I DIDN;T SAW IRENE). MY LONG HAIR MADE ME FEEL COMPLETE&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS IN LOVE, IN LOVE WITH MY HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS A SAYING WHICH GOES LIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;" A MAN DOESN;T MAKE HAIR, BUT HAIR DOES MAKE A MAN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BELIEVE I WAS THE MAN,WHEREVER I WENT.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED THE ATTENTION, THE QUESTIONS, THE GLANCES, THE AMAZEMENT. IT GAVE ME A SENSE OF ACCOMPLISHMENT NOT BECAUSE I HAD BLACK SILKY LONG HAIR AND THE OTHER PERSON DIDN;T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BECAUSE I HAD THEM EVEN AFTER THE WHOLE WORLD OPPOSED ME INCLUDING MY FAMILY, MY 4 BEST FRIENDS WHICH PRETTY MUCH COVERS MY WHOLE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT HAPPENED THAT DAY???&lt;br /&gt;FOR A LONG TIME NOW I HAD BEEN RESISTING CHANGE. WHICH IS ESSENTIAL(FRANKLY I DON;T LIKE IT).AND THAT WAS THE DAY I DECIDED TO CHANGE MY IDENTITY.&lt;br /&gt;I REMEMBER SITTING AT THE BABRBER SHOP WHEN I ASKED HIM(WITH A HEAVY HEART) TO CUT MY HAIR, THERE WERE A FEW EYEBROWS THAT WENT UP.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WAS CALM AND COMPOSED AND WHEN I SAW MY HAIR FALLING I FELT........................................................... SAD.&lt;br /&gt;"THAT IS THE ONLY EMOTION I CAN REMEMBER".&lt;br /&gt;AND JUST LIKE THAT, THEY WERE GONE. MY LOVE OF OVER TWO YEARS WERE GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON;T REGRET IT NO REMORSE BUT WHENEVER I SEE SOMEONE WITH LONG HAIR, I SAY TO MYSELF "MINE WERE LONGER". I SOMETIMES MISS MY PONYTAIL THOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, THE BOTTOM LINE IS, THAT I CHERISHED THEM BECAUSE I STRUGGLED FOR THEM AND YOU NEVERKNOW THE CRAZY FREAK I AM I MIGHT DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS SAIF ALI KHAN SAID IN "HUMTUM" .......&lt;br /&gt;"YEH ZINDAGI BAHUT BADI HAI..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGNING OFF...&lt;br /&gt;PUNEET&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-2146786540194788026?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/2146786540194788026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=2146786540194788026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/2146786540194788026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/2146786540194788026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-i-cut-my-hair.html' title='THE DAY I CUT MY HAIR...'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-1142043070984930285</id><published>2007-04-12T11:44:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T12:23:02.960+06:00</updated><title type='text'>take some time out to smile</title><content type='html'>some quotes  which we know but just cudn't accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men who don't understand women fall into two groups: Bachelors and Husbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all man are fools, some stay bachelors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I was thirteen I thought my name was 'Shutup'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are simple things. They can survive a whole weekend with only three things: beer, boxer shorts and batteries for the remote control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her own daughter, she is perfectly satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing that the amount of news that happens in the world everyday always just exactly fits the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone makes mistakes. The trick is to make mistakes when nobody is looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never argue with a fool. People might not know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An consultant is someone who takes a subject you understand and makes it sound confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Sale: Parachute. Only used once, never opened, small stain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two theories to arguing with women. Neither one works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are born naked, wet, and hungry, and get slapped on our butt ... then things get worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-1142043070984930285?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/1142043070984930285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=1142043070984930285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/1142043070984930285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/1142043070984930285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/04/take-some-time-out-to-smile.html' title='take some time out to smile'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-6758691311617862908</id><published>2007-04-04T13:07:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T13:22:36.416+06:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE WE WORTH LIVING</title><content type='html'>I'll tell you why i love myself despite of all the fallacies in me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a small story , to depict it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $500/- note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the room of 200, he asked,"Who would like this 500 note?".  Hands started going up. &lt;br /&gt;He said, "I am going to give this note to one of you. but first let me do this.".  He  proceeded to crumple the note up.   He then asked,  "Who  still wants it?".  Still the hands were up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well ,"  he replied,  "What if I do this?" .  And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his  shoe.  He picked it up,  now all crumpled and dirty.  "Now who still wants it?"  Still the  hands went into the air."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson.  No matter what ! I did to the money, you stil  lwanted it becauseit did not decrease in value. It was still worth $ 500/-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times in ourlives, we are &lt;strong&gt;dropped&lt;/strong&gt;,  &lt;strong&gt;crumppled   &lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;grounded &lt;/strong&gt; into the dirt by the decisions we  make and the circumstances that come our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel  as though we are worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true , easy to write and hear , but damn difficult to imply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i have felt and did was talked it out with freinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if they didn't undrstnd they pretended to be and i was so releived .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try this people , trust me it works ..!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-6758691311617862908?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/6758691311617862908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=6758691311617862908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/6758691311617862908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/6758691311617862908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/04/are-we-worth-living.html' title='ARE WE WORTH LIVING'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-752133840974368599</id><published>2007-04-04T01:17:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T07:18:15.865+06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm responsible for India's humiliation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I, the average Indian citizen, am responsible for team india's humiliation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;not just in cricket, but in many other fields.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's b'cos I spit on roads &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(MY OWN MOTHERLAND)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; &lt;/strong&gt;I suffocate the river (&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;MY OWN LIFELINE&lt;/span&gt;) with plastic; I break the traffic rulesas if i am always in a great hurry (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;AND YET AM NEVER PUNCTUAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;); I give &lt;em&gt;bribes&lt;/em&gt; instead of repairing my &lt;strong&gt;lacunae, &lt;/strong&gt;I try to cover them with lame &lt;em&gt;excuses&lt;/em&gt;; I don't take the trouble of actively participating in sport, hobby or social work; I am always a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;passive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; spectator seeking easy entertainment; I value &lt;em&gt;caste system&lt;/em&gt; more than &lt;strong&gt;charcter&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;superstition&lt;/em&gt; more than &lt;strong&gt;reason&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;foriegn aid&lt;/em&gt; more than &lt;strong&gt;self-help&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i transfer the entire responsibility of my self-esteem and national pride onto a group of 11 strangers! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEAM INDIA &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is not an isolated island cut-off from my context. And so, any corrective action of restoring Team India's dignity has to begin with myself, the &lt;em&gt;average&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;INDIAN CITIZEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-752133840974368599?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/752133840974368599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=752133840974368599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/752133840974368599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/752133840974368599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-responsible-indias-humiliation.html' title='I&apos;m responsible for India&apos;s humiliation.'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-1386487431241543834</id><published>2007-03-27T23:15:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:21:09.603+06:00</updated><title type='text'>SAND AND STONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Think Big Think Ahead Think Fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: "&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one, who had been slapped, got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the friend recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us, we should write it down in sand where winds of &lt;strong&gt;forgiveness&lt;/strong&gt; can erase it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND, AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-1386487431241543834?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/1386487431241543834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=1386487431241543834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/1386487431241543834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/1386487431241543834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/03/sand-and-stone.html' title='SAND AND STONE'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-2101201570120077129</id><published>2007-03-27T23:10:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:15:26.980+06:00</updated><title type='text'>The ECHO!! Called Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Think Big Think Ahead Think Fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A son and his father were walking on the mountains.Suddenly, his son falls, hurts himself and screams: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious, he yells: "Who are you?"He receives the answer: "Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he screams to the mountain: "I admire you!"The voice answers: "I admire you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angered at the response, he screams: "Coward!"He receives the answer: "Coward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He looks to his father and asks: "What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;"The father smiles and says:&lt;br /&gt;       "My son, pay attention."Again the man screams: "You are a champion!"The voice answers: "You are a champion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The boy is surprised, but does not understand.Then the father explains: "People call this ECHO, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but really this is LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It gives you back everything you say or do.Our life is simply a reflection of our actions.&lt;br /&gt;If you want more love in the world, create more love in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more competence in your team, improve your competence.This relationship applies to everything, in all aspects of life;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will give you back everything you have given to it." &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOUR LIFE IS NOT A COINCIDENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S A REFLECTION OF YOU!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-2101201570120077129?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/2101201570120077129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=2101201570120077129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/2101201570120077129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/2101201570120077129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/03/echo-called-life.html' title='The ECHO!! Called Life'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-6888179531034751968</id><published>2007-03-10T00:57:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T01:06:00.928+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't ever Quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Think Big Think Ahead Think Fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I decided to quit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality...&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to quit my life.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the woods to have one last talk with God."God",&lt;br /&gt;I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"His answer surprised me...&lt;br /&gt;"Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?&lt;br /&gt;""Yes", I replied.&lt;br /&gt;"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water.&lt;br /&gt;The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed.&lt;br /&gt;But I did not quit on the bamboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed.&lt;br /&gt;But I did not quit on thebamboo. He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo see.I would not quit." He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth.Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...&lt;br /&gt;But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.&lt;br /&gt;I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle."He said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots""&lt;strong&gt;I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you.&lt;/strong&gt;""Don't compare yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had a different Purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful.""&lt;strong&gt;Your time will come&lt;/strong&gt;", God said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will rise high""How high should I rise" I asked."How high will the bamboo rise" He asked in return."As high as it can" I questioned."Yes." He said, "&lt;u&gt;Give me glory by rising as high as you can&lt;/u&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the forest and bring back this story.I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Never Never Never Never Give up!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-6888179531034751968?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/6888179531034751968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=6888179531034751968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/6888179531034751968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/6888179531034751968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-ever-quit.html' title='Don&apos;t ever Quit'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-6457384394503726072</id><published>2007-03-09T01:17:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T01:22:04.024+06:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe in God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think Big Think Ahead Think Fast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS ONE IS FABULOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was written by an 8-year-old named Danny Dutton, who lives in Chula Vista, CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote it for his third grade homework assignment, to "explain God". I wonder if any of us could have done as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;EXPLANATION OF GOD&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;One&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;of God's main jobs is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;making people&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He makes them to replace the ones that die, so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth. He doesn't make grownups, just babies I think because they are smaller and easier to make. That way he doesn't have to take up his valuable time teaching them to talk and walk. He can just leave that to mothers and fathers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;God's second most important job is listening to prayers&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; An awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers and things, pray at times beside bedtime. God doesn't have time to listen to the radio or TV because of this. Because he hears everything, there must be a terrible lot of noise in his ears, unless he has thought of a way to turn it off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God sees everything and hears everything and is everywhere which keeps Him pretty busy. So you shouldn't go wasting his time by going over your mom and dad's head asking for something they said you couldn't have."&lt;br /&gt;"Atheists are people who don't believe in God. I don't think there are any in Chula Vista. At least there aren't any who come to our church."&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus is God's Son. He used to do all the hard work, like walking on water and performing miracles and trying to teach the people who didn't want to learn about God. They finally got tired of him preaching to them and they crucified him But he was good and kind, like his father, and he told his father that they didn't know what they were doing and to forgive them and God said O.K."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His dad (God) appreciated everything that he had done and all his hard work on earth so he told him he didn't have to go out on the road anymore. He could stay in heaven. So he did. And now he helps his dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things which are important for God to take care of and which ones he can take care of himself without having to bother God. Like a secretary, only more important."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can pray anytime you want and they are sure to help you because they got it worked out so one of them is on duty all the time." "You should always go to church on Sunday because it makes God happy, and if there's anybody you want to make happy, it's God!&lt;br /&gt;Don't skip church to do something you think will be more fun like going to the beach. This is wrong. And besides the sun doesn't come out at the beach until noon anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't believe in God, besides being an atheist, you will be very lonely, because your parents can't go everywhere with you, like to camp, but God can It is good to know He's around you when you're scared, in the dark or when you can't swim and you get thrown into real deep water by big kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But...you shouldn't just always think of what God can do for you. I figure God put me here and he can take me back anytime he pleases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And...that's why I believe in God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comments would be appreciated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-6457384394503726072?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/6457384394503726072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=6457384394503726072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/6457384394503726072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/6457384394503726072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-believe-in-god.html' title='I believe in God'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-7389088491428255056</id><published>2007-03-09T00:49:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T01:00:30.987+06:00</updated><title type='text'>The International Women's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Think Big Think Ahead Think Fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;International Women's Day (8 March) is an occasion marked by women's groups around the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt; This date is also commemorated at the United Nations and is designated in many countries as a national holiday. When women on all continents, often divided by national boundaries and by ethnic, linguistic, cultural, economic and political differences, come together to celebrate their Day, they can look back to a tradition that represents at least nine decades of struggle for equality, justice, peace and development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;International Women's Day is the story of ordinary women as makers of history; it is rooted in the centuries-old struggle of women to participate in society on an equal footing with men. In ancient Greece, Lysistrata initiated a sexual strike against men in order to end war; during the French Revolution, Parisian women calling for "liberty, equality, fraternity" marched on Versailles to demand women's suffrage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;The idea of an International Women's Day first arose at the turn of the century, which in the industrialized world was a period of expansion and turbulence, booming population growth and radical ideologies. Following is a brief chronology of the most important events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1909&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In accordance with a declaration by the Socialist Party of America, the first National Woman's Day was observed across the United States on 28 February. Women continued to celebrate it on the last Sunday of that month through 1913.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1910&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Socialist International, meeting in Copenhagen, established a Women's Day, international in character, to honour the movement for women's rights and to assist in achieving universal suffrage for women. The proposal was greeted with unanimous approval by the conference of over 100 women from 17 countries, which included the first three women elected to the Finnish parliament. No fixed date was selected for the observance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1911&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of the decision taken at Copenhagen the previous year, International Women's Day was marked for the first time (19 March) in Austria, Denmark, Germany and Switzerland, where more than one million women and men attended rallies. In addition to the right to vote and to hold public office, they demanded the right to work, to vocational training and to an end to discrimination on the job.&lt;br /&gt;Less than a week later, on 25 March, the tragic Triangle Fire in New York City took the lives of more than 140 working girls, most of them Italian and Jewish immigrants. This event had a significant impact on labour legislation in the United States, and the working conditions leading up to the disaster were invoked during subsequent observances of International Women's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1913-1914&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;As part of the peace movement brewing on the eve of World War I, Russian women observed their first International Women's Day on the last Sunday in February 1913. Elsewhere in Europe, on or around 8 March of the following year, women held rallies either to protest the war or to express solidarity with their sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1917&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 2 million Russian soldiers dead in the war, Russian women again chose the last Sunday in February to strike for "bread and peace". Political leaders opposed the timing of the strike, but the women went on anyway. The rest is history: Four days later the Czar was forced to abdicate and the provisional Government granted women the right to vote. That historic Sunday fell on 23 February on the Julian calendar then in use in Russia, but on 8 March on the Gregorian calendar in use elsewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since those early years, International Women's Day has assumed a new global dimension for women in developed and developing countries alike. The growing international women's movement, which has been strengthened by four global United Nations women's conferences, has helped make the commemoration a rallying point for coordinated efforts to demand women's rights and participation in the political and economic process. Increasingly, International Women's Day is a time to reflect on progress made, to call for change and to celebrate acts of courage and determination by ordinary women who have played an extraordinary role in the history of women's rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Role of the United Nations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Few causes promoted by the United Nations have generated more intense and widespread support than the campaign to promote and protect the equal rights of women. &lt;strong&gt;The Charter of the United Nations&lt;/strong&gt;, signed in San Francisco in 1945, was the first international agreement to proclaim gender equality as a fundamental human right. Since then, the Organization has helped create a historic legacy of internationally agreed strategies, standards, programmes and goals to advance the status of women worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;Over the years, United Nations action for the advancement of women has taken four clear directions: promotion of legal measures; mobilization of public opinion and international action; training and research, including the compilation of gender desegregated statistics; and direct assistance to disadvantaged groups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;Today a central organizing principle of the work of the United Nations is that no enduring solution to society's most threatening social, economic and political problems can be found without the full participation, and the full empowerment, of the world's women. &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/1747269979402515718-7389088491428255056?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7389088491428255056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=7389088491428255056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/7389088491428255056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/7389088491428255056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/03/international-womens-day.html' title='The International Women&apos;s Day'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-553371317480994530</id><published>2007-03-06T03:03:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T03:06:38.739+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think Big Think Ahead Think Fast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such important knowledge that I have to share it with you!  Hey, it's good for a laugh....   Proof That The World Is Nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In Bahrain, a male doctor may legally examine a woman's genitals, but is prohibited from looking directly at them during the examination. He may only see their reflection in a mirror. (Do they look different reversed ?) *~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslims are banned from looking at the genitals of a corpse. This also applies to undertakers. The sex organs of the deceased must be covered with a brick or piece of wood at all times. (A brick?) *~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;  There are men in Guam whose full-time job is to travel the countryside And deflower young virgins, who pay Them for the privilege of having sex For the first time Reason: under Guam law, it is expressly forbidden for virgins to marry.  (Let's just think for a minute; is there Any job anywhere else in the world that even comes close to this?) *~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hong Kong, a betrayed wife is legally allowed to kill her adulterous husband, but may only do so with her bare hands. The husband's illicit lover, on the other hand, may be killed in any manner desired.  (Ah! Justice!) *~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Topless saleswomen are legal in Liverpool, England � but only in tropical fish stores.&lt;br /&gt; (But of course!) *~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In Cali, Colombia, a woman may only have sex with her husband, and the first time this happens, her mother must be in the room to witness the act.&lt;br /&gt; (Makes one shudder at the thought.) *~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In Santa Cruz, Bolivia, it is illegal for a man to have sex with a woman and her daughter at the same time.&lt;br /&gt; (I presume this was a big enough problem that they had to pass this law?) *~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In Maryland, it is illegal to sell condoms from vending machines with one exception: Prophylactics may be dispensed from a vending machine only "in places where alcoholic beverages are sold for consumption on the premises."&lt;br /&gt; (Is this a great country or what? Well, not as great as Guam !)*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.&lt;br /&gt; (Who volunteers for this stuff?) *~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.&lt;br /&gt; (Is that why Flipper was always smiling?) *~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ant can lift 50 times its own weight, can pull 30 times its own weight and Always falls over on its right side When intoxicated. (From drinking little bottles of ???)  (Did the government pay For this research??) *~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt; Butterflies taste with their feet.&lt;br /&gt; (Ah, geez.) *~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.&lt;br /&gt; (I know some people like that.) *~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Starfish don't have brains.&lt;br /&gt; (I know some people like that, too.) *~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And, the best for last?Turtles can breathe through their butts.&lt;br /&gt; (And I thought I had bad Breath in the morning!) *~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously your comments wud be precious.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-553371317480994530?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/553371317480994530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=553371317480994530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/553371317480994530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/553371317480994530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/03/think-big-think-ahead-think-fast-this.html' title=''/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-3165720220939930056</id><published>2007-02-18T17:45:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T17:59:16.023+06:00</updated><title type='text'>no money no honey</title><content type='html'>hi people&lt;br /&gt;the topic would sound very common ,and it is also  but wen ur at a stage where need af the hour is money then comes the problem , i mean iam a youth , got myself a bike and there are several small things coming up now and then .&lt;br /&gt;wen u knw ur identity thn it becomes difficult to ak money frm parents , i may be wrong but i guess i connect with masses stating that.&lt;br /&gt;people say penny saved is penny earned.but it seems my palms are butter palms wn money flows in .&lt;br /&gt;i call it an art "to save money".&lt;br /&gt;seriously wen ill discover hw to do it ill post it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-3165720220939930056?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/3165720220939930056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=3165720220939930056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/3165720220939930056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/3165720220939930056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-money-no-honey.html' title='no money no honey'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-150421657966157605</id><published>2007-02-12T02:54:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T16:38:07.548+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Think Big Think Ahead Think Fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A not so desperate housewife tells me, “I want to change. I don’t like being changed”.&lt;br /&gt;The thirty something mother of three wants to break free from the domestic rut.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, she doesn’t want to take up a soft teaching job that her husband recommends.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to grow and export orchids.&lt;br /&gt;“I want to go out there and make a difference, but I am afraid of the unknown,” she says with a heavy breath. Honestly, I tell her, “How can you be afraid of unknown when you do not know what that is? You can only be afraid of something you know, isn’t it?” Then looking at her puzzled eyes and a mop of hair hanging on her cheek like a delicate creeper, I say, “what you are afraid of is giving up the security of the known.” We are scared to give the control of what we have. We cling like leeches to our past experiences. We are really afraid of getting unstuck from our past.&lt;br /&gt;So how does one change? She asks. Not by going back to the past but by designing the future, I tell her. You can design the future only when you stop repeating the past. Look here, I insist, your brain has a million neurons that can combine in trillions of neural circuits. Your attachment to the past is locked in only 5 percent of your entire neural network. Just use the rest 95 percent of your brain to dream up a future full of orchids. Dream of blooming flowers and smiling customers. You will then design a dream future. She smiles nervously. I didn’t know what that smile means. But I know for sure, I have set her thinking about her future&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-150421657966157605?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/150421657966157605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=150421657966157605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/150421657966157605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/150421657966157605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/02/think-big-think-ahead-think-fast-not-so.html' title=''/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-9072993261229145450</id><published>2007-02-10T16:36:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T00:10:44.896+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Think Big Think Ahead Think Fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl vs Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Do you know the relationship between two eyes..? they blink together, they move together, they cry together, they see things together and they sleep together BUT THEY NEVER SEE EACH OTHER.. that's what's friendship But when a beautiful girl comes in front, one eye goes blink and the other remains open........ ......... ......... ......... ..... Moral of the story : Girls can break even the best of friendships. MEN ARE BETTER FRIENDS! Women: A wife was not at home for a whole night. So, the very next morning, she tells her husband that she stayed at her girlfriend's apartment over night. The husband calls 10 of her best girlfriend's and none of them confirm that. Men: A husband was not at home for a whole night. So he tells his wife the very next morning, that he stayed at his friend's apartment over night. So the wife calls 10 of his best friends: 5 of them confirm that he stayed at their apartments that night, and the other 5 are claiming that he still is there with them! Conclusion of the story: Men are better friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-9072993261229145450?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/9072993261229145450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=9072993261229145450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/9072993261229145450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/9072993261229145450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/02/think-big-think-ahead-think-fast-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-3537065700921907556</id><published>2007-01-31T23:36:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T00:10:44.947+06:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple thing called FRIENDSHIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Think Big Think Fast&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Think Ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say Friendship is the most valuable gift anyone can have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a child is born, he's born with no. of relations like uncle, aunt, brother, sister etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some relations that are associated with the child from his birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Friendship is one relation which a person makes in his life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make 1000's of friends during your lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the period,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of which only 10 remember you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of those 10 generous people only 5 stick with you throughout your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say " Two is Company, Three is Crowd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally i don't believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 20 years i have made 'n' number of friends but over the last 4 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have made 4 friends(one for every year) that i know without doubt will stand by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me for 'n' number of years against 'n' number of adversities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group of 5 was admired by everyone and even envied by those in search of true friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one of had diffrent likings, came from different backgrounds, even had different eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;habbits but we were never felt crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us completed the other and also critisized each other but even then we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Solid Company whose foundations are so strong that even a distance of 1595Km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot drive us apart(as we decided to go our way in search of livelihood.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact the farther we are the stronger the bond. The connection that is much stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than the connection of Airtel. The wireless connection that connects our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet many people who say i don't have many friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell them you don't need many friends, all you need is someone who understands u and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takes you for what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point making hundreds of friend, rather make a friend who will stand with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lucky i am..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 4 such friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in my heart and mind 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puneet...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-3537065700921907556?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/3537065700921907556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=3537065700921907556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/3537065700921907556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/3537065700921907556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/01/simple-thing-called-friendship.html' title='A simple thing called FRIENDSHIP'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-364998182048010283</id><published>2007-01-26T18:18:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T19:13:28.627+06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Complicated Indian Marriages</title><content type='html'>They say Shaadi is a lodoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Khaye wo Pachtaye Jo na Khaye Woh bhi Pachtaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no body told them, that to eat that Ladoo they will have to climb The Everest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Everest of Indian traditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, i love my country and its cultures and beliefs but sometimes i think gets too ridiculous and irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider a guest sitting in hall with pooja(prayer) continuously wiping the sweat of his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a result of the Fire(agni) being contiuously being oiled by the pandit who b'4 the ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;began was seen chewing 'Rajni Gandha'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wud keep reciting Mantras while occaisonally peeking in his booklet. It seemed to me that he&lt;br /&gt;was hell bent in completing the entire &lt;strong&gt;Mahabharta &lt;/strong&gt;in one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part was him raising an eyebrow whenever the Chadawa was less than Rs 500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean Wat the f***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he performing a marriage or robbing the Dulha/Dulhan as if making them sit in front of Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all their heavy wardrobes wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the energy and enthusiasm that u see in Indian Weddings but i m not particularly fond of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the rituals and traditions that are followed some of'em i think forcefully by one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conducting Marriages hav become a business rather than the spirit of Holy Matrimony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And personally i think it SUCKS...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-364998182048010283?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/364998182048010283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=364998182048010283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/364998182048010283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/364998182048010283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/01/complicated-indian-marriages.html' title='The Complicated Indian Marriages'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-7606828482202943230</id><published>2007-01-25T14:32:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T20:54:47.681+06:00</updated><title type='text'>transition from college students to responsible earning man .</title><content type='html'>in the movie RDB there's a line &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" inside these college gate we make life dance on our terms&lt;br /&gt;and outside, life will does  the same  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure about others but hell im dancing to each and every tune life's playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now wn i  go down the memory lane , i realise , we frnds were &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; most irresponsible soul ,earth has ever had . wt did we not do .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i mean mentioning them wud be little devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we lived life on the edge , and our slogan was &lt;strong&gt;18 till i die &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now suddenly out of the college,i shud say , i felt i hv grown ovrnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people expect , u need to make decisions which cannot be wrong, how can u waste time by sleeping 8 hrs(which i think is normal for human being)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lots of unspoken things which u realise wn somebody does it for u .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now wn i call some age old pals , we actually hv to &lt;strong&gt;plan&lt;/strong&gt; our &lt;strong&gt;schedule&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even we guys had a pact ,till the time we stand on our feet , we wont talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok we did talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bought  a pair of woodland to complement my standing on the feat.&lt;br /&gt; more to it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-7606828482202943230?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7606828482202943230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=7606828482202943230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/7606828482202943230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/7606828482202943230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/01/transition-from-college-students-to.html' title='transition from college students to responsible earning man .'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-7318637775199672167</id><published>2007-01-20T22:53:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:28:23.447+06:00</updated><title type='text'>India is much more than Just Delhi...</title><content type='html'>For a long long time now, delhi has been the capital of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we all know dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wat we don't know is, rather wat we do not realize is dat there is more to India than just Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who hav seen and remember Dil Se.. know wat i m saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from Chaiyan Chaiyan and the Sultry Malaika Arora there was very important issue addressed by the Tribal/revolutionary leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We delhites hav long been obsessed with Dilli Aajtak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franky i wud like to ask,&lt;br /&gt;Is there any culture in delhi or any Dance form that has its roots in the capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All delhi has to boast abt is the Parliament, the Qutub Minar and some other historical monuments, and the corrupt morals of the babus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today ppl think twice b'for trusting a person from Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes its true.&lt;br /&gt;Our gr8 capital has a reputation of breeding Miscreants and Back Stabbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We r considred to be someone, You Cannot Trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts bur its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the youth festival in pune and there i saw the cmplt India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngsters from all the states performing their states respective dances show casting their culture with proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl from Chandigarh were dancing on Marathi tunes, Asameese were enjoying and admiring the Kuchipuddi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nagas with their half clad bodies appealed to everyone while the group from delhi sat and observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing. Just like the Politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so proud to be an indian but not so proud to be a delhite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B,coz the boys and girls representing Delhi were showing off the traditional dress of......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;elements &lt;/strong&gt;sitting in The Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that i felt that there is no culture of Delhi. Delhi the city where ppl had spilled there blood like water a no. of times has nothing to show for it in a national event except for the NETAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is dat an issue to discuss in Parliament???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-7318637775199672167?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7318637775199672167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=7318637775199672167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/7318637775199672167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/7318637775199672167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/2007/01/india-is-muc-more-than-just-delhi.html' title='India is much more than Just Delhi...'/><author><name>prk_shash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132070684459135199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-7981958708128163731</id><published>2007-01-16T22:02:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:04:21.764+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, so where to start from ,&lt;br /&gt;firstly its gr8 to be at a feat where the world knows wt we are made of.&lt;br /&gt;made of engg. degree, moral values(somehow) , sports , video games (like tekken 3 ),and lots more yet to be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with small topic ' life'not so small but for smokrs it is...life has got so many shades some dark ,some blues.&lt;br /&gt;As the forest gump sayz life's like a box of chocolates .is it ?&lt;br /&gt;i thnk its like eclairs ,u hv to crack it hard to get tht caramel and , thn u hv difficult time taking it out as its stuck hard to the gums!&lt;br /&gt;well to start something about college about frnds and about girls .&lt;br /&gt;to be cont.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-7981958708128163731?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7981958708128163731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F9IYXnE5P0E/R-rWydoQfDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b3_np2fZg0Q/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1747269979402515718.post-7692412890062348098</id><published>2007-01-15T18:12:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T18:18:44.162+06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Begining</title><content type='html'>Hi! to all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Puneet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hav had a craving (or kida as we used to say when we were in college) to write just about anything that comes to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college shared this intrest with my best friend Shashwat who i lovinly call Shash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few days back i came up with an idea to create a blog where we could express our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess wat, thats wat we hav done .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hav just gone GLOBAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long long search far a name, our blog is finally up and running and i am blogging again after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, one things for sure, WE are not stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1747269979402515718-7692412890062348098?l=classyminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7692412890062348098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1747269979402515718&amp;postID=7692412890062348098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/7692412890062348098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1747269979402515718/posts/default/7692412890062348098'/><link 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