<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15035941249722997</id><updated>2011-07-31T13:28:07.140+05:30</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Celebrations'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Copy-Paste :D'/><category term='Society'/><category term='Bloggie'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Philosophy'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Just for jolly'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Mars/Venus'/><category term='Tags'/><title type='text'>As I like it!</title><subtitle type='html'>I mainly created this blog to prevent my brain from rusting.            Hope this works...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barg-asilikeit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15035941249722997/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barg-asilikeit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bhargavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451091733519637115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5phmb15vRLo/SM_Q4o0KXaI/AAAAAAAAAes/9nrggMiUW6k/S220/87.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15035941249722997.post-7503941026097261448</id><published>2010-08-19T20:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:03:12.864+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Am falling in love ;)</title><content type='html'>Say suppose a meeting is scheduled from 9am to 5pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;starts at sharp 9am&lt;/span&gt; and extends after 5pm :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had a session taken by some Americans. Session started at around 10am and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ended at sharp 5pm&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! Am falling in love with these American mamas! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I'm so jobless these days that I've started writing stories :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't expect much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; All characters are fictional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thunder roared outside. It sounded like a train had derailed. Ajay got up from his bed and went to the kitchen.  He poured some milk in a vessel, kept it on the stove and lit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ajay, Pleaseeeeeeeeee!!!  I wanna meet you today. Its important”, She said. This was the fourth time Reshma was calling him. &lt;br /&gt;“But dear I have so much work to finish”&lt;br /&gt;“Just one hour. Please please pleaseeee…..”&lt;br /&gt;Ajay couldnot refuse it. He had always loved the way Reshma convinced him to do things. &lt;br /&gt;“Ok. Just an hour.  I will pick you up at 8. We’ll go for dinner”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh dear, so nice of you. Love you loads”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajay cut the call. He set an alarm in his mobile, so that he wont forget this. He din’t wanna hear those lectures from her about how long she had waited for him, how much she is missing being with him, how he used to spend most of his time with her and how he has changed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am waiting outside your house”,Ajay called Reshma and said.&lt;br /&gt;“You are here so soon? Just two minutes dear”&lt;br /&gt;Ajay knew what it meant. He opened his laptop and started checking mails.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The milk had boiled. Ajay turned off the stove and poured the milk in a cup. He added sugar and coffee powder to it, took a spoon and went back to his room.&lt;br /&gt;He opened the window. Cool breeze swept his face. Ajay closed his eyes for a few seconds to have the feel of it. He stirred the coffee with the spoon, then took a sip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hey honey”,she said.&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry for keeping you waiting. I thought you’ll be a lil late”,Reshma said before he could say anything and smiled at him. It was the same kiddish smile with a spark of naughtiness in her eyes for which he had fallen.&lt;br /&gt;“Its ok”,Ajay said, “So what is it that you wanted to talk about?”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh that… hehehee.. There is someone special joining our family today. I want you to name him”, saying so Reshma showed him a kitten’s photo in her mobile.&lt;br /&gt;Ajay smiled. &lt;br /&gt;He always had a feeling that she would leave him someday. When she said she wanted to meet him and its important, he was expecting some bad news. Pheww! He felt relieved.&lt;br /&gt;“Tinu”, he said.&lt;br /&gt;“How chweeet!!!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drop of water fell into the cup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Climax 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajay din’t care to wipe off his tears. If only Reshma had not travelled in that train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That day was still fresh in his mind. Reshma was lying in the ICU with blood all over her body. She wanted to talk to him for one last time. Ajay went in. He touched her hands. She opened her eyes and looked at him. She held his hand and said her last words, “Love you”  and smiled at him. She managed to smile for him hiding all her pain. It was the same kiddish smile with a spark of naughtiness in her eyes for which he had fallen. Her smile froze.  &lt;br /&gt;Ajay could not believe what had just happened. The world around him stood still. He wanted to tell her that he loved her too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could no longer control his emotions. He dropped the cup and broke down crying and shouting,”Love you too… love you too”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Climax 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajay din’t mind. A drop of rain water in his coffee won’t do any harm. He was too much engrossed in watching the rain’s beauty. He kept the cup on the window sill still looking outside. When he wanted to take another sip,  the cup was missing.&lt;br /&gt;“Searching for something honey?”,Reshma asked.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at him and sat on the bed.The cup was in her hand.  Tasting the coffee, she said,”Hey  not bad! My hubby is making awesome coffee these days” and smiled again. It was the same kiddish smile with a spark of naughtiness in her eyes for which he had fallen.&lt;br /&gt;He smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;“Love you”,She said.&lt;br /&gt;“Love you too”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************* END 1 **************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Which climax did u like better?&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Those who comment as "Both equally suck" will be executed.&lt;br /&gt;PPPS: No.. I'm not a 'PS' addict.&lt;br /&gt;PPPPS: Today is a holiday for me. haiya jollyyyyy :)&lt;br /&gt;PPPPPS: Onam aashamshagal!&lt;br /&gt;PPPPPPS: No, Its not a tongue twister. It means "Onam wishes" (I guess so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************* END 2 **************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Not alone though, Divya was with me. The funny two of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a vision of &lt;em&gt;munnaerifying&lt;/em&gt; in life and to prepare for a valid answer to the often asked &lt;em&gt;koshtine 'enna kizichcha today?'&lt;/em&gt;, we walked along the ECR. Finding the place was not easy.. Pawn broker shop was our landmark. Divs found it.. yaay! After entering a &lt;em&gt;kurukku sandhu &lt;/em&gt;and before reaching a &lt;em&gt;muttu sandhu&lt;/em&gt;, we found the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! Started back home. &lt;em&gt;(Don't worry divvy I'm not writing about you falling down near the gate. &lt;em&gt;Adhdhan naan pudichutaen la&lt;/em&gt;..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We'll find a short cut', Div told. Went straight, turned left, wait! thats all I remember. Then we got distracted. Divs called T to know whether any 'better options' are available. I called up S to ask him to come and &lt;em&gt;'aikiyamaagify in our jothi'&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Divs knew the way back home. &lt;em&gt;Doubt lighta yetti paathuchu &lt;/em&gt;when she took a left turn just because there was a dog standing on the road turning right. Then later it got confirmed! She too dint know the way.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It started raining. No where to go. No shade to stand in. Then we found a tree. The area created a &lt;em&gt;dhigil&lt;/em&gt; atmosphere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Aiyaiyo!'&lt;/em&gt;, suddenly a voice from behind. &lt;br /&gt;I almost died of fear. A lady was standing behind us, complaining about the rain. How come she came there suddenly? &lt;br /&gt;'May be its a ghost!', I thought. &lt;br /&gt;Din't tell div.. din't wanna scare her. She would run away, as she did during our school days. But that was just a dog.. no no a puppy. &lt;em&gt;Adhukae pichchukittu odita&lt;/em&gt;. NO, I'm not telling her. But she too got scared on seeing that lady, could read it from her face. We decided its better to start walking instead of standing there with that ghosty aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road, like any other road in India, had pools everywhere. Already drenched, now this &lt;em&gt;car kaaran&lt;/em&gt; came in full speed and splashed water on us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Yaaai'&lt;/em&gt;, I shouted and the car stopped. &lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Pochu pochu&lt;/em&gt;, he is gonna scold', Divs told. &lt;br /&gt;But the car left. &lt;br /&gt;'Phew!!'&lt;br /&gt;'Why did you shout?'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh did I shout? I din't realise it. &lt;em&gt;Thaana vanduruchu&lt;/em&gt;..'&lt;br /&gt;'Din't you get scared when the car stopped?' &lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Cha cha&lt;/em&gt;... It was his mistake. Not ours. Why should we be afraid?!', I told with all the &lt;em&gt;geththu&lt;/em&gt; I could show on my face. Actually was damn scared! Yes I was!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why din't he slow down the car while crossing us. Too bad! I remembered &lt;em&gt;'Kaadhal sadugudu'&lt;/em&gt; movie. Vikram did it, why can't this guy. May be he would have.. if the gals were a bit more beautiful... sob sob! &lt;em&gt;Seri freeya vidu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still walking.. clueless about the way. My slippery slippers added up to the comedy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Atlast found a familiar road. I was &lt;em&gt;polambhifying&lt;/em&gt; about the &lt;em&gt;archanais&lt;/em&gt; I'll be getting at home and Div was also doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home praying that mom should not have come. Yaay! Mom was home.. I love my luck! Hell with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blahh.. et al. Matter over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mobile ae pirichchu potu&lt;/em&gt; drying it.&lt;br /&gt;Thought of keeping the wet money in oven like in &lt;em&gt;'Nala Damayanthi' &lt;/em&gt;movie. Mom is at home.. will try it some other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing all this now.. with the satisfaction of &lt;em&gt;kizhichufying&lt;/em&gt; something today other than just the calender date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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These are a few commercials that have really impressed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia Tourism ad - From husband to friend.. yaaay!!! Destination Malaysia..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B4q-8GwDP8o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B4q-8GwDP8o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airtel - A R Rehman's music. Awonderful piece..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qwgSQeW-4_k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qwgSQeW-4_k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airtel - Express Yourself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xn6jPLSDfIE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xn6jPLSDfIE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Perk ad with Trisha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bO-TOvwIhWE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bO-TOvwIhWE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appy Fizz. The bottle is really cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7rHg0QBRCb8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7rHg0QBRCb8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appy Fizz - Spin the bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NXllvbeuDUM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NXllvbeuDUM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alphenliebe - Kajol and croc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8XrTtidde4U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8XrTtidde4U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCL Technologies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oWvLHyDsNII&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oWvLHyDsNII&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgin Mobile - Really good one! yaaay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qORUD7O5tsM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qORUD7O5tsM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amul - The taste of India. An evergreen ad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tl7Lnb2ocC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tl7Lnb2ocC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dairy Milk - A very old ad. Wonderful commercial. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1O_3ciQ7RtU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1O_3ciQ7RtU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadbury - The song.. the gal.. the chocolate.. all are good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6V-ExuyyJU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6V-ExuyyJU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodh - Good music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZjFH6yZ8LIA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZjFH6yZ8LIA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reliance Communication - Ye India ka Cricket hai beedu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IOOcKeS1qqw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IOOcKeS1qqw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't get the videos of other favourite commercials..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Don't fume! I don't mind changing the topic of the previous post to &lt;em&gt;'Snips and snails and puppy-dog tails'&lt;/em&gt;... if u insist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tpmelectioncentral.talkingpointsmemo.com/2008/08/the_full_text_of_obamas_speech.php"&gt;"...I want my daughters to have exactly the same opportunities as your sons."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Barack Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://marcvz.net/blog/2008/02/25/i-say-it-is-too-early/"&gt;'..I don’t particular like this trend of marrying off girls this young. What about their own lives and careers? Wouldn’t they want to do something with their lives? Now don’t say they will have careers after marriage. Our ‘culture’ will expect them to do the duties of a housewife also and eventually the strain will make them give up their jobs.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wow! Good to know that there are guys who think gals too have ambitions and would wanna pursue with career. Hats off man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't have to be anti-man to be pro-woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~Jane Galvin Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my post about gals. This is what gals really are.. (read between lines and take tips&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# PINK!!! No topic about gals is complete without a mention to this colour. I truely donno whether pink is 'girly' coz gals like it or gals like it coz its called 'girly'. But who cares? pink is cute, pink is sweet, pink is beautiful, pink is 'girly'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Women don't have waterhose attached to our eyes. We don't cry for no reason. But yes! We are (more)emotional and (more)sensitive compared to guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# YES! We like shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# We gals share emotional bonding with each other. When one gal is happy, all her friends are happy too and the whole atmosphere is filled with thrilled shrill voices(gals do sound a bit squeaky when excited!) And similarly, when something bad happens to a gal, all her friends get worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Women talk more. YES! But we have the ability to make others feel comfortable, motivated and happy by our words. Women are better at consoling others and giving emotional support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# We don't go for facial, pedicure, manicure, waxing et al.. frankly I donno what some of these are! Got it from the song in boy's movie.. seems like Vairamuthu knows more about all these than most gals. May be the hot chicks around do it.. but not any other ordinary gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# We are NOT afraid of thunder. These tamil movies have created such a wrong idea about this.. so guys don't have a chance during thunder.&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/65.gif" width="22" border="0" /&gt; Then we are not afraid of lizards also. We don't go eeeek! when we see spiders..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Gals are not behind your money. We've got enough of it. The only reason we smile at guys posing with expensive bikes, minor chains, gold bracelets, ear studs, coolers et al is because.. haha just look at them.&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/24.gif" width="30" height="18" border="0"&gt; We don't wanna laugh out loud and hurt the guy's feelings... at the same time we can't control our laughter. Thus end up smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# To prove his love.. He swam the DEEPEST river! Climbed the HIGHEST mountain! Crossed the HOTTEST desert!!!&lt;br /&gt;She... Divorced him coz he was never with her!&lt;br /&gt;MORAL: Guys never understand that girls are simple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Do you know how many questions a gal has gotta face if she comes home late?! You guys have all the freedom.. to even roam on the roads all alone at mid night. So yes! We are jealous of you for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Gals fall for guys who can impress them with their behaviour rather than money or appearance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# For most gals, family is our first priority. Parents, husbands.. err husband&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;, children are more important than anyone or anything else in this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Gals always think about the consequences before they take any decisions. Sometimes its good.. but at other times its not so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Why is it that a gal alone should leave her parents and go with her husband after marriage? Won't she feel sad to leave her parents behind? Completely new atmosphere with totally new people.. the way most women cope up with it is really surprising to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Finally, how much ever a woman expresses her opinion about this male-dominated society, complains, fights, argues.. she finally submits to the man she is married to.&lt;br /&gt;Weirdo Women!&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/10.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dark Side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Gossips(as though guys don't gossip) But yes, gals gossip more. We don't much chat about politics, spor err.. cricket or the latest in technology(like u guys) We do chat about these also. Gals are always more curious about whats happening in other's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# The unity among gals is not very strong. During happy times we are all close together but during hard times, most gals back off fearing the consequences(as said before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Women are not contented.. be it happiness, dresses, jewels(I think the attraction women had towards jewelry has minimised a lot. The 'walking around covered by gold mocking Goddess Lakshmi' is a practise of the past. Women of our age prefer other 'accessories' that can be picked up on the road side shops in T Nagar.) But dresses?! YEAH!! Again, I doubt whether women go behind rich men.. its not true in most cases. Women expect their men to earn enough to afford all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Women have big mouths and sharp tongues. This is quite evident from the mother-in-law  daughter-in-law fights that we have always heard of(possessiveness is the main reason, I guess) Though the father-in-law  son-in-law relationship is no better, they atleast manage to keep their mouths shut and avoid publicity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Feel free to challenge me, disagree with me, or tell me I’m completely nuts in the comments section, but I reserve the right to delete any comment for any reason whatsoever(abusive, profane, rude, or anonymous comments) - so better keep it polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer 2:&lt;/strong&gt; This post is only about the men who are senseless, abusive, rude, mean and really bad towards women and the 'Gentlemen' visiting this blog need not get provoked.. this has got nothing to do with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Guys love guys! Yeah.. its true. They would do anything to keep the other men happy. In any relationship between a male and a female, men don't much care for women. But when a man is depressed he seeks comfort only from the women he knows(he dare not tell about his problems to the other men.. they would just mock at him and have a good time teasing..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Your awfully dreadful sense of humor! Some lame slapstick jokes, often aimed at wounding someone and deriving pleasure out of it. No one would call you 'humorous' for this, you are a 'sadist'... go and consult a psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Men stick on to this crap always.. 'Man has built Taj Mahal for his woman. But women do nothing for men.' Stop taking credit for others work(as you always do in schools, colleges and work) Would you dare take a bad example and generalise all men to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Men use all kinds of abusive words to describe women but I wonder how their mother alone(who is obviously a woman!) is the goddess of affection, love, care and warmth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Men are dominating. They always want women to be working under their orders, should not have opinions of their own, just say 'Yes Sir!' and do whatever they are ordered to do. Just because you are a guy/man doesn't mean that you have every right to order us. I have a doubt.. are you men born with horns or what? If yes, then you belong to the demon's world.. so get out of our place. If no, then you are in no way superior.. so stop telling us what to do. If you don't want women to have individual opinion then please don't marry a woman.. go get a 'thanjavur thalayaati bhommai'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# When a gal doesn't like a guy, she shows it on face.. just avoids him. But guyzzzz! They would casually talk with the gal as though nothing is wrong at all. Later, in her absence, would pass obscene comments and abuse her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Dowry - The most stupid practice ever! Though some men would say, 'I don't like demanding dowry.. but still for my parent's sake.. they are with that kind of mindset...blah blah..'  Today you would demand dowry from the gal.. &lt;em&gt;just because your parents insist&lt;/em&gt;(as you put it!) Later you would throw your parents out of the house.. &lt;em&gt;just because your wife insists&lt;/em&gt;(again.. as you put it!) Got doubts.. are you brainless? Or you've decided to use it only to annoy gals? Can't you stand up for your opinion? Or are you so sure of your incapability towards earning wealth on your own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Why do you guys fuss so much about how the gals dress? If you can't keep your senses under control thats your problem. As though you won't get distracted by gals in chudi... guys get distracted by the very presence of gals.. their glamourous dressing just adds up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Again, why do you guys fuss so much about the make-up that gals wear? And whats your botheration if we are worried about suntan?  Oh yeah! Guys play cricket(may be they know nothing else) all day long, in the scorching sun. Even buffaloes stand in the scorching sun for hours.. does this in any way mean that guys have buffalo skin? And after all this.. the way they come complaining(to women ofcourse) about their complexion..OMG!! Good for them that some fairness creams for men are in the market. Otherwise they would have to stealthily buy 'fair n lovely'(as they'd been doing till recent times..) There are even guys who try the besan(kadala maavu) facepack! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 'Love' - All that most guys want is a pretty doll to flirt with, just to show off to their other male friends. &lt;br /&gt;'His love is till She says "I love you"'&lt;br /&gt;'Her love starts after She says "I love you"'&lt;br /&gt;And the 'marriage material gal' is someone who looks beautiful, always smiling, talking in a polite way.. blah blah.. blahh.. hey WAIT! I've seen the same criteria somewhere else.. yeah receptionist! even air hostess...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Forgetting important occassions(read as her b'day, wedding day, et al)  No guy would ever dare to forget the birthday of the gal whom he wants to flirt with. But when it comes to the 'other' women(read as mom, sis, friends, wife or gal friend for 5yrs or more..) how well they remember to forget! Don't blame your 'poor memory' for it.. coz we very well know that you still remember what dress(or the absence of it!) was shreya wearing in 'vaji vaji' song.. or how India won(or lost) the match(cricket ofcourse) in the 1997 match against the Aussies. Its just that you choose to have 'selective amnesia'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Most of you men complain that its always you paying bills for any outing with women. Hello.. this applies only when its an outing(read as dating) with your gal friend... but when its an outing with your female friends its mostly us who pay. Even your gal friends won't mind paying the bills but after seeing you doing all the gymnastics to get the bill from across the table, its just that she gives up. What do you want us to do.. give a hard punch on your stomach and get the bill from you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. for gals:&lt;/strong&gt; I know you are quite happy with this post! But just that one point you wish I could have added.. no problem! Add it yourself in the comment box..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. for guys:&lt;/strong&gt; Close your eyes.. take  a deep breath.. have a glass of water(BP tab if needed).. RELAX! Now scroll up and read DISCLAIMER 2... okay? 'But still.. This whole thing is a crap', you are thinking and yeah you have every right to defend your species. So go ahead.. talk me in the comment box(scroll up n go through DISCLAIMER).. &lt;br /&gt;You are most welcomed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. for all:&lt;/strong&gt; Though we may not like each other for various reasons, we gotta get along with each other in every day life. So, just consider this as a place to speak out the differences and get to understand each other better. This post may lead to fights and arguments but we'll call it a 'discussion'.. I've poured out my 'opinion'.. its your turn now.. go on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy abusing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE : One of the 'gentlemen' I know wished that I could have added some good stuff about men also.. so just to make the gentlemen around feel comfortable,  I've added this piece to the post. But this in no way means that I'm giving in .. I STILL STRONGLY STAND FOR WHAT I HAVE SAID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Men are quite possesive about their women. Thats good actually.. makes his woman feel 'special'&lt;br /&gt;# They are very much protective towards the gals/women around them. &lt;br /&gt;# Taking things easily.. here the stuffs like failing in exams, getting scoldings from dad et al counts (stuffs related to gals n love are exceptions)&lt;br /&gt;# Guys needs are very few.. atleast I feel so. &lt;br /&gt;# Mischievous. 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So took up a random tag. &lt;br /&gt;Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is your current desktop picture?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5phmb15vRLo/SK0dNCa2jFI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/1vqTrR-yX98/s1600-h/do-animals-have-personality-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5phmb15vRLo/SK0dNCa2jFI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/1vqTrR-yX98/s200/do-animals-have-personality-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236874051526757458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Do you believe in gay marriage?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As though I believe in marriage.. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What do you want more than anything right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warm hug from someone I love..(read as mom, dad, sis, friends..) what did u think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What time were you born?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 30 at night! May be thats why I love sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Are your parents still together?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. no one can manage me alone.. I keep them together..bonded! Call me  BOND.. BHARGAVI BOND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Last person who made you cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.. when did I last cry? pergot! Long time since I cried I think.. hmmm.. now I remember Shamili... or should I blame Mani Ratnam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What are you listening to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U want the truth or lie?&lt;br /&gt;Lie:  Because you loved me - Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;Truth: Yemmadi Aathadi - Vallavan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What's on your mouse pad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie: 4 corcs, 1 hippo, 3 zebras and yeah a couple of monkeys too..&lt;br /&gt;Truth: Don have a mouse pad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What did you watch on TV last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie: NDTV 'We The People'&lt;br /&gt;Truth: 80's hits in Imayam TV(yeah believe me.. there is one such channel!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Do you get scared of the dark?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER.. may be sometimes.. I blame my hyperactive imagination for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Are you too shy to ask someone out?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First show me someone worth asking out.. then we'll talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Who was the last person you made mad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divya.. was not my mistake though.. silly gal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Is anyone in love with you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.. pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely!! I would wanna be my beshhtest friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Are you a daredevil?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on what a daredevil means to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. How do you release anger?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie: I get drunk and SMS abuses. Throw my mobile against the wall, walk out of home and yell like crazy on the streets..&lt;br /&gt;Turth: By crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Do you use sarcasm a lot?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh! Who cares..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What do you look for in a guy/girl?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sense of humor, intelligence and guts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. How many people do you have a crush on right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see.. Hrithik, Dhoni, Dravid.. just three? hmmm... after thinking hard.. Salman n Rahul Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;That sums up to FIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Who do you miss most right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like black.. n pink.. n white.. I like red also.. oh I'm confused! I wanna be all colours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Favourite day of the year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say, 'My Birthday'..  But it has always been one of the worst days.. sob sob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Scary movies or happy endings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary movies with happy endings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Summer or winter?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer during winter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Do you like your name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I do. More after I came to know what name my gran had in mind... WAK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. What book are you reading?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books.. long time since I even touched one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Have you ever regretted breaking up with someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I tag no one in specific. Whoever visits this blog.. consider yourself tagged. Those who don't have a blog  can leave it in the comment box or send me an email! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Had fun spending time with my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;The security in the Chennai central station.. WOW!! We left on 13th, two days before independence day, so the security was tight! There was no checking in Mysore railway station though.. So yaay Chennai is safer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;I really liked our hotel room.. except that the floor was icy chill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;Palace.. woohoo..What a place!! I wish I could live there.. for atleast a day(naah.. for ever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;Tipu Sultan's summer palace! Though we reached there just few minutes before closing time, we did manage to have a good look around the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;The spirit of patriotism that I suddenly got when I heard about Tipu's stand against the English. I seriously wanted to be a part of the freedom fight! Boohoo.. Its all over long back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;The lake we visited.. forgot the name.. but it was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;Zooooooooooo.. I love animals!! Best part of our trip I would say!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;The gorilla.. ummmah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;Rhino enclosure.. *flashback*.. ezzzh ezzzh ezzzh.. many many years ago.. I got lost in the same place. Yeah i did get lost.. what happened is.. The rhino walked along the fence with me.. I thought it was a game so I started walking along the fence as well! Everything went on well until it lost interest in me.. and went off. Only then did I realise that I was lost.. Thanks to the rhino! Whew! Good that my family managed to find me(for which my sis is repenting till now) I wondered if it is the same rhino.. anyways it din't recognise me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;The cute kutti elephant.. it came running towards people. The way the calf ran off when the mahout shouted 'aye illi bha'(hey come here!) Till date I din't know that elephants knew kannadam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;The crocs.. and the way leading to that place.. wow! Just out of words!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;Journey back home.. Had a good sleep in train! mmm.. may be they'd washed the pillow covers n sheets this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I din't like(hate is a harsh word..) in the trip:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;Though the security in the railway station impressed me.. suddenly the scanner stopped working  and we had to wait for a few minutes before someone came and repaired it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;The pillow and sheets they provided in the train.. YAK!!! It was my mistake.. I should not have smelled it! It must have been ages since they washed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;Speaking in tamil.. a big NO. The waiter in a hotel gave me a weird look when I spoke in tamil.. then din't attend to us properly. So from then on all of us zipped up our mouths and only my dad did all the talking..(yeah he knows kannadam!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;The food there.. Oh God!! yaaki!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;Brindhavan Gardens was closed for security reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;The roadside shops there. How the shopkeepers bug the tourists to buy stuff.. and the price they quote! happaa.. for things that are worth only Rs.20 they charge Rs.500... tourist na enna illichchavaaya (but yes they are!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;Most of the tourist spots are closed by 5PM.. What'll the people do after 5 I wonder.. May be they lock themselves up in their houses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;A whole day spent on going to various temples.. phew!! My mom is hopeless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;Spent most of the time drinking coffee(ahh how much coffee I drank!!).. taking medicines.. applying amruthanjan.. blowing my nose.. and pretending to be fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;Was really embarrassed when the monkeys got frightened when I sneezed.. aachooo.. *sniff* *sniff* (Thank God! no one saw..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;Pitied the tigers there.. such small cages!&lt;br /&gt;(NOTE TO ASLAM : Don't go to the mysore zoo. If you go.. I'm sure your blood vessels will burst on seeing the plight of the big cats there!) &lt;br /&gt;They were roaming in the cages restlessly(cages were not big enough to use the word 'roam'.. but still for the lack of proper word..) The lions.. err lion.. there was just one.. bore adikaadhu?! I wanted to give it a big hug saying 'Don't worry dear..I'm here..'    but fearing 'communication gap'  I dropped that idea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things for which I din't know how to react (silar siripaar silar azhuvaar.. naan epdi react panradhunu theriyaama muzhichchaen!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/22.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;The climate. It was cold there.. if we'd gone there anyother time I would have surely enjoy it! But this time I had cold.. and due to the climate it worsened and I ended up with fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/22.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;One of the temples was closed when we reached. I really felt relieved that I need not stand in the long queues.. but on the other hand felt bad seeing my mom getting upset for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/22.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;In Tipu's summer palace..&lt;br /&gt;'Entry fee for Indian citizens Rs.5 Foreigners Rs.100'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/22.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;Have you ever heard of this crow story.. really funny! There is a white crow in Mysore. People there have a belief that the day when the crow drinks cauvery water the whole world will be destroyed. What crap! If thats true why not just kill that crow?! May be they have a story for that too.. GOK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/53.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home Sweet Home!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/53.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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We talk  A to Z about.. how our country has improved in the past 61 yrs of independence. We’ ve reached peaks in the IT field.. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/22.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; WOW!!! What an improvement?? I can go on about this. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     When I started thinking about the very root of the word ”independence”, I lost track n ended up with the following issue. Lots of things are related to our country’s independence. One among that is we escaped slavery. We all hate to be slaves and after independence we don’t have such issues . Yes , definitely I agree . I’m not a slave to anyone in this world!! &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/69.gif" width="26" height="18" border="0"&gt; I enjoy this n I celebrate my country’s day. So do everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     First question I ask myself, do I have enough freedom??&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do. I can decide about anything. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/16.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; Its just that my parents expect me to inform them about my decisions (well! They‘ve every right for that) Not only myself, my friends too. Their thoughts are also valued.. I’m happy about that. This is just with my friends circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Do all the children of my age or younger ones have enough freedom??&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; Nope!! I know a gal who is working in my neighbour’s house. Small kid she is.. might be 10 yrs old. She is baby sitting my neighbour’s daughter. That’s sad!  A child looking after another child? enna koduma sir idu??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Why do people prefer child servants?&lt;br /&gt;Every child is innocent. They won’t say anything even if asked to do hell amount of work. Further, wont talk back when  the owners scold them. In my neighbour’s case, that gal does all kinda work. Starting from baby sitting, washing, cleaning, helping my neigh in cooking, any household work? Name it.. she does it. I don’t wanna create an evil picture about my neighbour. They take good care of the gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When I enquired about the gal , I came to know the sad story. Her mom died, her dad ran away with another woman, her brother who doesn’t wanna take care of this kid. And no one to take care of her.&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; My mom says. ”Atleast these people save her monthly pay for her future.”&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, that’s right... “Something is better than nothing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     But thinking about her future..OMG! these ppl are gonna chase her away once their kid reaches 8 or something.. what will she do then? She can’t even read or write... can speak only tamil. She doesn’t even know numbers. She doesn’t even know to count whatever she has earned. How is she going to survive when let out in this world?? Its really gonna be horrible. Leaving this apart now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     My neighbours!! Wow! Very well educated. He is a doctor n his wife works in IT. They wanted a lovely baby, but can’t spend time for their precious baby. Can’t even take care of their small child, but they want a pet dog.&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/14.gif" width="32" height="18" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that poor working kid gotta  take care of the dog also. They are not ready to teach even basic letters or numbers to that poor gal. Where has the humane thing gone?? Civilised , smart, talented, rich etc etc.. they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I really dunno whom to blame.. I definitely can’t accept it as her fate. Should I blame her very kind bro for not looking after her ? (he is in a position to take care)or the neighbours,for not caring about her future??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not exactly a slave!! But she is one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I know everyone is aware of this kinda child servant stories. Some are worse than this. Educated ones who lecture about freedom n stuff do these kinda inhumane things. Sad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I dunno what can be the solution for this. But one request for all the readers. Definitely, you are all gonna earn well n your life partners too. If you can’t take care of your own kid, don’t ever  have a kid!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; 10yr old looking after a 2yr old is not an ordinary issue. Do think about this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE:&lt;/strong&gt; This post was written by my friend Tara, 'The twinkling star' &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/79.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. My opinion.. though u don't care about what i think.. i will write it.. this is MY blog!!! &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/65.gif" width="22" height="18" border="0"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence day!! I remember getting up early n going to school for flag hoisting.. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; n after its over they give us this 50 paise chocolates.. or was it 25 paise?!&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/10.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; How we used to rush back home not wanting to miss the interview of our favourite hero in some channel! For many.. independence day is all about the special programs on tv.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school.. we din't even care to buy flags on independence day. How many of us really stand up when the National Anthem is sung? very few indeed.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To awaken the patriot in us, we should go abroad i think. In Tamil Nadu.. u are a chennaite. In India.. u are a tamilian. So when u are outside India.. u BECOME an Indian! I'm not saying that we don't love our country.. but as Simran says in the movie 'pammal k sammandham', 'irukku.. engiyo ulla.. aazhama.. the love is there.' &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/8.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;  May be we'll show it.. someday.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming to the child labour topic.. ahem..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/26.gif" width="24" height="18" border="0"&gt; yeah.. i've also seen such children.. pathetic condition! Something has to be done about this.. but what?! The laws should be made more strict.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from our side.. what can be done? Adoption!! yeah.. we can adopt orphaned children. But its not that easy.. our family may not support it. The least we can do is sponsor education for the children. After I start earning, I will Sponsor education for atleast one orphaned kid! You can do that too...&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'..If you can’t take care of your own kid, don’t ever have a kid!!..'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: tra how can u say this?&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/13.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tra: hey what i'm saying is one should not make kids look after their kids. May be their parents or someother elders should do it!&lt;br /&gt;Me: hmmm okay.. Agreed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i'd told my parents about this long back..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; why postpone till the last minute&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/65.gif" width="22" height="18" border="0"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for the article tra..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/6.gif" width="42" height="18" border="0"&gt; atlast got something meaningful to post in my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Independence day to everyone!&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAI HIND!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Continue the same..until the water tank is empty or the septic tank overflows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Invite a friend to ur house. Lock the house from outside n keep a note on the door  ’will be back in five minutes.. please wait!’ then hide urself in the stairs to terrace. Have fun watching ur friend wait for u.. U’ll feel ‘special’ seeing someone waiting for u for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5phmb15vRLo/SJ7GNTiML9I/AAAAAAAAAdA/Lu2LyE3TSR4/s1600-h/babys.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5phmb15vRLo/SJ7GNTiML9I/AAAAAAAAAdA/Lu2LyE3TSR4/s320/babys.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232837748935372754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Awaken the poet within u. Write whatever u feel like writing(just keep in mind that the last words of  two consective lines should rhyme!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to own a pet&lt;br /&gt;But my parents won’t let,&lt;br /&gt;For this, I din’t fight with them&lt;br /&gt;As I’m a good girl, ahem!&lt;br /&gt;A puppy would do well with me&lt;br /&gt;But it’ll move around the house and pee.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have a cat&lt;br /&gt;That sleeps all day long on the mat,&lt;br /&gt;Or atleast a cage full of birds&lt;br /&gt;On the very thought I’m out of words,&lt;br /&gt;Atlast, They bought me a couple of fishes&lt;br /&gt;That did only little justice to my wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Paint a clown face on the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5phmb15vRLo/SJ7FmREUNHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/qE2BUEAdtYk/s1600-h/res.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5phmb15vRLo/SJ7FmREUNHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/qE2BUEAdtYk/s320/res.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232837078258300018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Try the following..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:  &lt;br /&gt;2 cups uncooked instant rice &lt;br /&gt;1 cup snow peas &lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped onions &lt;br /&gt;1 cup bean sprouts &lt;br /&gt;3 eggs, beaten (think about ur ‘most favourite’ lecturer while beating)&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons vegetable oil &lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons soy sauce, or to taste &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions: (not the go straight, turn left then take a U-turn stuff..)&lt;br /&gt;1.In a saucepan bring 4 cups of water to a boil. Add rice, and stir. Cover, remove from heat and let stand 5 minutes, or until liquid is absorbed. Refrigerate for an hour. &lt;br /&gt;2.To the rice add snow peas, onions and bean sprouts. &lt;br /&gt;3.In a small skillet over medium heat, scramble the eggs; add to rice mixture. &lt;br /&gt;4.Heat oil in a large skillet or wok over medium heat. Fry the rice mixture with soy sauce until liquid evaporates; be careful not to fry until crisp. &lt;br /&gt;5.Dare not try tasting it. Locate the nearest dustbin and empty the skillet.&lt;br /&gt;6.Continue the process until mom finds out or the ingredients get over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#  Dress up the neighbour’s dog with a blue shirt(ofcourse..the neighbour’s shirt), yellow ribbon, red lipstick, green nail polish... also add ur creativity to it. 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Yeah!! I was wrong as usual... din't feel any better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'May be I'll feel better if I chat with friends.'&lt;br /&gt;So switched on my compy.. yep! one friend online&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friend1:&lt;/strong&gt; hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f1:&lt;/strong&gt; wats up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; me feeling baaaaaad... mood out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f1:&lt;/strong&gt; y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; donno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f1:&lt;/strong&gt; ok.. cheer up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f1:&lt;/strong&gt; logging off now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; okay.. nice chatting with u&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/22.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f1:&lt;/strong&gt; kalaikiriya.. dubukku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f1:&lt;/strong&gt; bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, another friend came online..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friend2:&lt;/strong&gt; hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f2:&lt;/strong&gt; wat doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; nothing.. mood off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f2:&lt;/strong&gt; oh.. for me too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f2:&lt;/strong&gt; everyone is asking about placement.. feeling really bad abt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; don worry u'll get placed soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f2:&lt;/strong&gt; hope so... even today my relative asked me abt it.. jus to embarrass me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; jus say,'me not eating unga veetu soru la.. thn close it n get lost!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f2:&lt;/strong&gt; haha.. i wish i cud say tat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;n this crap went on for some more time...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f2:&lt;/strong&gt; feeling much better after chatting wit u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; me not feeling any better even now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f2:&lt;/strong&gt; haha.. u r always joking.. i wish i cud be like u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(enna koduma sir idhu..)&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/20.gif" width="22" height="18" border="0"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f2:&lt;/strong&gt; anyways.. catch ya later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f2:&lt;/strong&gt; bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do now?&lt;br /&gt;Just then.. another friend was on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friend3:&lt;/strong&gt; hiiiiiiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; hiiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f3:&lt;/strong&gt; enna panra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; vetti dhan.. ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f3:&lt;/strong&gt; me toooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; me not in good mood da..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f3:&lt;/strong&gt; why.. what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(phew.. atlast.. someone asked..)&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/18.gif" width="34" height="18" border="0"&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; donno.. all of a sudden am feeling bad.. lonely.. neglected.. insecure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; feeling like dirt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; wanna cry out loud.. but no kanneer coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f3:&lt;/strong&gt; ok.. gonna have dinner now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(unakku pudingikka pogudhuda...)&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/14.gif" width="36" height="18" border="0"&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; bon appetite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f3:&lt;/strong&gt; thanks.. good night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f3:&lt;/strong&gt; sweet dreams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(idhu onnudhan korachal!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f3:&lt;/strong&gt; byeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with friends to change mood - BAD IDEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had no other option but to console myself! &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/108.gif" width="31" height="18" border="0"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(poor soul)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched tv till 11.. sat in the balcony till 2..&lt;em&gt;(heck.. i couldn't find the mp3 player.. so had to sit there quiet.. counting stars!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only one star in the sky.. all alone!&lt;br /&gt;'Just like me!', I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. 1:&lt;/strong&gt; 'idhu comedy bloga illa serious bloga&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/7.gif" width="20" height="18" border="0"&gt;',u may wanna ask&lt;br /&gt;        'therilaiyae pa..'&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/106.gif" width="40" height="18" border="0"&gt;(nayagan style..)&lt;br /&gt;But even if u think 'idhu mokka blog'.. like many others do.. keep it with urself..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Today morning my friend no.1 did bother to ask me how my mood is..&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;f1:&lt;/strong&gt; howz ur mood now?&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; quite the same..&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;f1:&lt;/strong&gt; hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;f1:&lt;/strong&gt; enna mood sariyilla adhu idhunu overa scene podra..&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; no scene..&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;f1:&lt;/strong&gt; its so boring de.. enna panradhunae theriyala..&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; korangu.. andha karumaththadhan naan naethula irundhu sollikittu irukken!&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;f1:&lt;/strong&gt; oh appadiya.. then ok!&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;f1:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/11.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;em&gt;(oh avalaa ne?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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How much fun I had!!</title><content type='html'>I walk up the stairs of a lone building. There is no other building for miles. I reach the terrace and walk up to the edge.. am about to jump down.. when suddenly I hear a voice..&lt;br /&gt;‘Stay where u are!’ It is the villain.. n he has a gun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately get into the car(this is the maruthi 800 in which I had learnt driving..) and start off(don ask me how I came to roads.. its so simple..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/106.gif" width="40" height="18" border="0"&gt;I donno)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shift to the fourth gear.. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/72.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;press the accelerator as hard as possible 90.. 100.. 110kmph!&lt;br /&gt;There are now hundreds and hundreds of white tata sumos chasing me(like in the movie gilli..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/71.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;) I speed up.. 120.. 130.. 140kmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screech!!! I press hard on the brakes.. I’d seen something on the roadside. A drunkard is beating his wife. I throw open the car door(aniyaayaththa kandaa poruththukka mudiyaadhu!)&lt;br /&gt;Like Mozhi Jothika&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; I slap him hard on face.. he falls down. His wife begs me not to beat him. But I don stop.. continue to beat him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hello Bhargavi!’&lt;br /&gt;I hear a voice from behind..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/7.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; I get distracted and the man uses this chance to run off&lt;br /&gt;(I wonder why his wife is also running away..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; I’m just trying to help her!) weird world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I turn back to see who greeted me.. &lt;br /&gt;‘Abdul Kalam sir!! Aiyo ennaala nambhavae mudiyala!&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/13.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;’(like the callers tell the handsome VJs..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Autograph please..’&lt;br /&gt;‘No time for all that.. Lets go!’, he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the car(the maruthi 800). Abdul Kalam sits next to me.. and I drive!&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/69.gif" width="26" height="18" border="0"&gt;150.. 160.. 170kmph.&lt;br /&gt;Kalam ji fastens his seat belt.. I grin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drive on a bridge now. OMG!&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;It’s a boat crossing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridge is opening.. and we are driving in full speed.&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/20.gif" width="22" height="18" border="0"&gt;I got scared(lighta..)&lt;br /&gt;The bridge is now about 70degrees vertical. We are sure to fall off and die!(I donno swimming..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/17.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; Can I ask Kalam ji whether he knows?) Before I’m able to decide what next to do, we reach the edge.. I close my eyes.&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/63.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I open my eyes.. WOW! We are flying..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/13.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; Kalam ji has used his magical powers to convert the car into a rocket.. pink rocket!(How much I love it!)&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/8.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew..!&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/18.gif" width="34" height="18" border="0"&gt; I turn to my left side to thank him.&lt;br /&gt; AWWW!!! Its ET..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/61.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;sitting next to me. It gives me a frightened look. Soon we become very good friends.&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/8.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; We eat chocolates(Dairymilk Roast Almonds.. to be more specific)&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; Then we play video games.. I win all the time!&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/69.gif" width="26" height="18" border="0"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom calls out, ‘Its past your bed time’(I never had a bed time!&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/22.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;‘Go to bed NOW.. BOTH OF U!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Bssshht!’, ET tries to wake me up the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up and ahh?&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/13.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;Its my sis… fully dressed up for office.. dressed up in green('ET color!', I thought&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/10.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I felt like laughing out loud..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/24.gif" width="30" height="18" border="0"&gt;naah too sleepy.. just smiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘adhukulla ezhundhutiya?’&lt;br /&gt;‘mmm..’&lt;br /&gt;‘yei.. thiruppi thoongaadha!’&lt;br /&gt;‘mmm..’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/28.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/28.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/28.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; THE END &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/28.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/28.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/28.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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No.. not u..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; the one in my room.. no not me!&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Not my sis also..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/68.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; com’on.. I’m talking about the actual tubelight! It was so bright that the dust on compy looked even worse..&lt;br /&gt;‘U r at home the whole day.. n u r the only one to use the computer regularly.. then why can’t u clean it! Even last week, I cleaned it… u r such a &amp;*@!?*^%&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/107.gif"&gt; (censor cutt!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly she noticed what I’d done on dusty compy..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5phmb15vRLo/SJKaORNejuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/vVkH7G6tgzo/s1600-h/IMG_0391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5phmb15vRLo/SJKaORNejuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/vVkH7G6tgzo/s320/IMG_0391.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229411687259344610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Clown..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/21.gif"&gt;  haha..’&lt;br /&gt;phew..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/18.gif"&gt; my loosu thanam does save my skin at times..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/69.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning, she was leaving for office... wearing green dress..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/60.gif"&gt; haha..(i'll write abt ths in my next post..) I couldn't control my laughter.&lt;br /&gt; As she climbed down the stairs.. she reminded(read as warned) me..&lt;br /&gt;‘Atleast today clean the computer table.. kalvettula paer sedhukara maadhiri paer ezhudhi vekkaadha..’&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/68.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better clean it.. I wanna live for many more years..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/108.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spic n span!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5phmb15vRLo/SJKclu2aaWI/AAAAAAAAAbs/BREHhHbDVpA/s1600-h/IMG_0399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5phmb15vRLo/SJKclu2aaWI/AAAAAAAAAbs/BREHhHbDVpA/s320/IMG_0399.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229414289375914338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compy is no longer dusty..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/16.gif" width="18" height="18" border="0"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what.. I used some 4 buckets of water to wash compy..?!&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/65.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did u just believed that... silly..&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/24.gif" width="30" height="18" border="0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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This is true and if you do this then your network based applications will not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps...&lt;br /&gt;1. Login to yahoo messenger&lt;br /&gt;2. Send instant message to anyone - fine its working...&lt;br /&gt;3. Now, change ur system date to 19-Jan-2038, 03:14:07 AM or above&lt;br /&gt;4. Confirm whether ur date is changed&lt;br /&gt;5. Again send instant message to anyone...&lt;br /&gt;Your YM crashes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * YES ALL NETWORK BASED APPLICATION WILL NOT WORK NOW * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why.....&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting at GMT 03:14:07, Tuesday, January 19, 2038, It is expected to see lots of systems around the world breaking magnificently: satellites falling out of orbit, massive power outages (like the 2003 North American blackout), hospital life support system failures, phonesystem interruptions, banking errors, etc. One second after this critical second, many of these systems will have wildly inaccurate date settings, producing all kinds of unpredictable consequences. In short, many of the dire predictions for the year 2000 are much more likely to actually occur inthe year 2038! Consider the year 2000 just a dry run. In case you think we can sit on this issue for another 30 years before addressing it, consider that reports of temporal echoes of the 2038 problem are already starting to appear in future date calculations for mortgages and vital statistics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first month of the year 2038 C.E. many computers will encounter a date-related bug in their operating systems and/or in the applications they run. This can result in incorrect and wildly inaccurate dates being reported by the operating system and/or applications. The effect of this bug is hard to predict, because many applications are not prepared for the resulting "skip" in reported time -anywhere from 1901 to a "broken record" repeat of the reported time at the second the bug occurs. Also, may make some small adjustment to the actual time the bug expresses itself. This bug to cause serious problems on many platforms, especially Unix and Unix-like platforms, because these systems will "run out of time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What causes it?&lt;br /&gt;Time_t is a data type used by C and C++ programs to represent dates and times internally. (Windows programmers out there might also recognize it as the basis for the CTime and CTimeSpan classes in MFC.)time_t is actually just an integer, a whole number, that counts the numberof seconds since January 1, 1970 at 12:00 AM Greenwich Mean Time. A time_t value of 0 would be 12:00:00 AM (exactly midnight )1-Jan-1970, a time_t value of 1 would be 12:00:01 AM (one second after midnight) 1-Jan-1970, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some example times and their exact time_t representations:&lt;br /&gt;Date &amp;amp; time time_t representation&lt;br /&gt;1-Jan-1970, 12:00:00 AM GMT 0&lt;br /&gt;1-Jan-1970, 12:01:00 AM GMT 60&lt;br /&gt;1-Jan-1970, 01:00:00 AM GMT 3 600&lt;br /&gt;2-Jan-1970, 12:00:00 AM GMT 86 400&lt;br /&gt;1-Jan-1971, 12:00:00 AM GMT 31 536 000&lt;br /&gt;1-Jan-1972, 12:00:00 AM GMT 63 072 000&lt;br /&gt;1-Jan-2038, 12:00:00 AM GMT 2 145 916 800&lt;br /&gt;19-Jan-2038, 03:14:07 AM GMT 2 147 483 647&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the year 2038, the time_t representation for the current time will be over 2 140 000 000. And that's the problem. A modern 32-bit computer stores a "signed integer" data type, such as time_t, in 32 bits.The first of these bits is used for the positive/negative sign of the integer, while the remaining 31 bits are used to store the number itself. The highest number these&lt;br /&gt;31 data bits can store works outto exactly 2 147 483 647. A time_t value of this exact number,&lt;br /&gt;2 147 483647, represents January 19, 2038, at 7 seconds past 3:14 AM Greenwich Mean Time. So, at 3:14:07 AM GMT on that fateful day, every time_t used in a 32-bit C or C++ program will reach its upper limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One second later, on 19-January-2038 at 3:14:08 AM GMT , disaster strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a signed integer reaches its maximum value and then gets incremented, it wraps around to its lowest possible negative value. This means a 32-bit signed integer, such as a time_t, set to its maximum value of 2 147 483 647 and then incremented by 1, will become -2 147 483 648. Note that "-" sign at the beginning of this large number. A time_t value of -2 147 483 648 would represent December 13, 1901at 8:45:52 PM GMT.&lt;br /&gt;So, if all goes normally, 19-January-2038 will suddenly become 13-December-1901 in every time_t across the globe, and every date calculation based on this figure will go haywire. And it gets worse. Most of the support functions that use the time_t data type cannot handle negative time_t values at all. They simply fail and return an error code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick check with the following Perl script may help determine if your computers will have problems (this requires Perl to be installed on yoursystem, of course):&lt;br /&gt;#!/usr/bin/perl&lt;br /&gt;# Use POSIX (Portable Operating System Interface) use POSIX;&lt;br /&gt;# Set the Time Zone to GMT (Greenwich Mean Time) for&lt;br /&gt;date calculations.&lt;br /&gt;$ENV{'TZ'} = "GMT";&lt;br /&gt;# Count up in seconds of Epoch time just before and&lt;br /&gt;after the critical event.&lt;br /&gt;for ($clock = 2147483641; $clock &lt; 2147483651;&lt;br /&gt;$clock++)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;print ctime($clock);&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;For example, the output of this script on Debian GNU/Linux (kernel 2.4.22)(An affected system) will be&lt;br /&gt;# ./2038.pl&lt;br /&gt;Tue Jan 19 03:14:01 2038&lt;br /&gt;Tue Jan 19 03:14:02 2038&lt;br /&gt;Tue Jan 19 03:14:03 2038&lt;br /&gt;Tue Jan 19 03:14:04 2038&lt;br /&gt;Tue Jan 19 03:14:05 2038&lt;br /&gt;Tue Jan 19 03:14:06 2038&lt;br /&gt;Tue Jan 19 03:14:07 2038&lt;br /&gt;Fri Dec 13 20:45:52 1901&lt;br /&gt;Fri Dec 13 20:45:52 1901&lt;br /&gt;Fri Dec 13 20:45:52 1901&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution&lt;br /&gt;"The best way to predict the future is to engineer it."Consider testing your mission-critical code well ahead of time on a non-production test platform set just before the critical date. For more general applications, just using large types for storing dates will do the trick in most cases. For example, in GNU C, 64-bits (a "long" type) is sufficient to keep the time from rolling over for literally geological ones This just means any executables the operating systems runs will always get the correct time reported to them when queried in the correct manner. It doesn't stop theexecutables you may still want to be worried about Well-written programs can simply be recompiled with a new version of the library that uses, for example, 8-byte values for the storage format. This is possible because the library encapsulates the whole time activity with its own time types and functions (unlike most mainframe programs, which did not standardize their date formats or calculations). So the Year 2038 problem should not be nearly as hard to fix as the Y2K problem was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, some don't feel that this impending disaster will strike too many people. They reason that, by the time 2038 rolls around, most programs will be running on 64-bit or even 128-bit computers. In a 64-bit program, a time_t could represent any date and time in the future out to 292 000 000 000 A.D., which is about 20 times thecurrently estimated age of the universe. The problem with this kind of optimism is the same root problem behind most of the Year 2000 concerns that plagued the software industry in previous years: LegacyCode. Even if every PC in the year 2038 has a 64-bit CPU, there will be a lot of older 32-bit programs running on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest danger with the Year 2038 Problem is its invisibility. The more-famous Year 2000 is a big, round number; it only takes a few seconds of thought, even for a computer-illiterate person, to imagine what might happen when 1999 turns into 2000. But January 19, 2038 is not nearly asobvious. Software companies will probably not think of trying out a Year2038 scenario before doomsday strikes. Of course, there will be some warning ahead of time. Scheduling software, billing programs, personal reminder calendars, and other such pieces of code that set dates in the near future will fail as soon as one of their target dates exceeds 19-Jan-2038 , assuming a time_t is used to store them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, and hope no ones flying car breaks down in 2038 !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Its no philosophy.. its no advice.. just the thoughts that are pondering my mind. Pouring it all here.. hope its of some use to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#Be nice to your parents and siblings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the only ones who genuinely want you to be happy. So keep them happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#Have a few friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share your thoughts, ideas or whatever crap you have with your friends. Have a few loyal friends around and be loyal to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#Choose to be happy. Its all in the mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to find happiness is by controlling your thoughts. We are as happy as we make up our minds to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#An idle mind is devil’s workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Keep yourself occupied with some work. If you are completely jobless then start a blog as I did. When the mind is idle, you start thinking about all crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#Don’t compare yourself with others.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unique. Others may be luckier than you at times. But remember ‘Every dog has its day’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#Count your blessings, not your troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No person in this world is always happy. Everyone has got their own worries. So stop worrying about your fate and get a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#Be simple. Be yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can live your life better than you. Its your life and live it as you like. Be simple. Don’t waste your time in trying to impress others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#Forgive but never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Remember ‘If you cheat me once, shame on you. If you cheat me again, shame on myself’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#Laugh a lot. Laugh at yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever hold back your laugh. Laugh a lot.. be a kid at heart (wait.. did I just rhyme!?!! :D) Learn to laugh at your silly acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#Brush the dust off yourself and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Whatever happened in your life has happened. Don’t waste your time thinking about it and don’t spoil your future worrying about the past. Remember ‘The show must go on’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last but not least.. Dasavatharam special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#Everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If You get rejected for a job.. may be there is a better job waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;If your boy friend diched you.. may be you’ll get a better one.. teehee.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So no worries.. Always be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Cry and you cry with your girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;- Laurie Kuslansky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#A man's got to do what a man's got to do. A woman must do what he can't.&lt;br /&gt;- Rhonda Hansome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Whatever women must do they must do twice as well as men to be thought half as good. Luckily, this is not difficult.&lt;br /&gt;- Charlotte Whitton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#If you can't be a good example, then you'll just have to be a horrible warning.&lt;br /&gt;- Catherine Aird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#I think---therefore I'm single.&lt;br /&gt;- Lizz Winstead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Nobody can make you feel inferior without your permission.&lt;br /&gt;- Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#If you help a friend in need , he is sure to remember you – the next time he’s in need.&lt;br /&gt;-Matz’s Maxim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5phmb15vRLo/SHiCRSNyvyI/AAAAAAAAAaI/viVsY2jU0KU/s1600-h/ATgAAACfPUIVaATOqbbuXu1l_yqA16qD2hzYBdvuQ6aHxUIhEIKKzWboZCVcOUC26iwITAY3hZZWTrwcZ0znQvUnH1hoAJtU9VAIdANZAbdvthZIvpVTaFws-5Abkg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5phmb15vRLo/SHiCRSNyvyI/AAAAAAAAAaI/viVsY2jU0KU/s320/ATgAAACfPUIVaATOqbbuXu1l_yqA16qD2hzYBdvuQ6aHxUIhEIKKzWboZCVcOUC26iwITAY3hZZWTrwcZ0znQvUnH1hoAJtU9VAIdANZAbdvthZIvpVTaFws-5Abkg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222067001395167010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#The man who smiles when things go wrong has thought of  someone to blame it on.&lt;br /&gt;- Robert Bloch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#A rich man's joke is always funny. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Proverb &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;#I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.&lt;br /&gt;- Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#I remember the time I was kidnapped and they sent a piece of my finger to my father. He said he wanted more proof.&lt;br /&gt;- Rodney Dangerfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#There Are Three Kinds of People - Those Who Can Count and Those Who Can't.&lt;br /&gt;- Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#I never think of the future - it comes soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;- Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Programming today is a race between software engineers striving to build bigger and better idiot-proof programs, and the Universe trying to produce bigger and better idiots. So far, the Universe is winning.&lt;br /&gt;- Rich Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Why all men marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. 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Blogging? Naah.. not my kinda thing’, I said, when one of my friends suggested that I could blog to fight boredom. From childhood I have a great aversion to reading.. writing.. most of all.. studying. I really hate stuff that would make me look more matured. Aargh.. I’m still a kid.. my mom says so… even my dad agrees! No way.. not a blog!! How could she suggest me to create a blog.. Hell with my friend!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘But why not blogging?’, I asked myself that night.. (yeah, night is the time when the small chunk of cells in my head really works.. I call it ‘My Brain’.. ppl around me don’t agree that I’ve got one though…) I started giving reasons as to why I could not blog… WOW!! I had plenty of them (trust me.. I could create a whole new blog with that) Yep.. lack of patience.. lack of knowledge.. lack of intelligence.. and my sweet lil brain that sleeps all day long. OMG!! I’ll never be able to create a blog. People will laugh at it.. people will laugh at ME.. why am I thinking about all this… just waste of time.. Hell with my friend!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘May be..’, I thought the next day(I mean.. night!) Why not? Most of my friends are bloggers.. why not me? But what do I write? I went through many blogs to get some ‘ideas’ ;) Nope, I was wrong.. each one had their own style of writing.. I can’t copy that.. no no no..!!! May be I have my own ‘style’. Oh yeah.. immediately I opened MS Word and started typing. Before I could realize I had typed so much.. ‘Woo-hooo!! Not bad bargs! Not bad at all for your first attempt!’, I told myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope Infy calls me soon.. else I may become a professional blogger and make millions of dollars through blogging. Infy shouldn’t loose me right..?! Else who’ll be it’s next CEO? Haha.. Who knows!?!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve got a blog for myself.. As I like it! yaay!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will continue blogging! Just to pass time.. just to express myself.. just to train my brain to think during day time as well.. just to fight boredom. Hell with my friend!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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