<?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-10005834</id><updated>2012-02-17T20:52:34.933+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SalamIndia</title><subtitle type='html'>The Country Which Rules the World in Future ...&lt;img src="http://www.websmileys.com/sm/country/India.gif"&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-3539682824049197507</id><published>2012-02-09T17:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-09T17:35:10.893+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'M Back for My Smiley ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;It's been 2 years I have visited my own blog.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;Did the marriage life consume my Time or the Parental Duties???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;Whatever it may be, now it's right time to save all the memories I have vyth my Sweet Little Daughter…&lt;b&gt;Smiley&lt;/b&gt; (Thanvi, tats my daughters name. She used to smile at all the Living and Non-living things in this world. Her first attractive weapon is the Smile. Her first Defensive weapon also Smile. Even the strangers pass by was greeted by smile. Tat's how Smiley got her name. So let's call her as Smiley.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;I used to call her as &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ditto &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;too as she is just just just like me (99%)... a Mini Prabhu…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;For Smiley, objects never disappear even after they disappear and she keeps talking to them :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;More to Come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-3539682824049197507?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/3539682824049197507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=3539682824049197507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3539682824049197507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3539682824049197507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-back-for-my-smiley.html' title='I&apos;M Back for My Smiley ...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-3632661654323106577</id><published>2009-07-17T23:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:29:01.373+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My First Rhymes ...</title><content type='html'>It's time for Rhymes...&lt;br /&gt;My Niece called me one day asking me to get her some rhymes or a 5 line sentence about Fruits, Vegetables or Balls...&lt;br /&gt;As a typical s/w professional, started googling it and got plenty of results ...&lt;br /&gt;But all those Rhymes were of more than 5 lines or hard to teach a kid in the level of LKG ...then i thought why don't i start writing rhymes... and here is the trial and error method...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have a Round Ball ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I throw it on Elephant, it became its Big Head ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I throw it on Mouse, it became its Small Nose ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I throw it on the Sky, it became our Good Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We all live Happily here ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And the way of teaching is imp to explain wht is ball, elephant and its head, wht is earth... Wowow, its fun to teach the kids...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And the Fun Continues ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-3632661654323106577?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/3632661654323106577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=3632661654323106577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3632661654323106577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3632661654323106577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-rhymes.html' title='My First Rhymes ...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-6051966829042134974</id><published>2009-07-14T22:52:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:58:18.127+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Are You a Fair-Weather Friend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Am i a Fair-Weather Friend or stick to them even in stormy weathers ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thought raised when my close friend was in sorrow and pain and i was thinking how to console her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how exactly you've to Console your Friend? A very important one to know in life and hope it will be useful for all. All this is framed from my own experience and few extracts from the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to watch a loved one grieve, but comforting a grieving person can be awkward, and sometimes not knowing what to say or do keeps us from offering support. Learn how to provide support for someone in their time of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Judge yourself, Are you a fair-weather friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grieving from loss is an experience we can all understand. No matter how close you are to someone, offering comfort during rough times can still feel awkward. “People aren’t comfortable with tears and sadness in this culture”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men always expect result oriented solutions. Women just need a comfort shoulder to share their sorrow and never bother whether their problems will be resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my close friend is in her sad times and break up many times on thinking about the incident. She just try to avoid the happy moments by thinking about that incident. Here comes the close friends part. You should be careful enuf to console her/him without pouring much sympathy and at the same time your caring should be true, not just for namesake that am also your friend and i too console you. They already know how caring you are and its just simple math that, be there on all important times and when they think about calling someone or to be a first point of contact and if you're the first person, then you truly deserve to be a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is better to show your presence in all the important occasions of your friends, rather than gifting them on all occasions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think using phrases like “It was his time,” “He lived a full life” or “He doesn’t have to suffer anymore,” might seem helpful because you’re focusing on the positive. The griever usually doesn’t feel any better hearing such things, and can become aggravated by comments that sound trite and impersonal. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Simply acknowledging a friend’s loss is the most important thing you can do because you’re recognizing their pain and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is always appropriate to say ‘I’m sorry’” . &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Sometimes to sit and listen is the best gift.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your friend is telling his/her pain or sorrow, Never use your own experience with loss to relate to someone else’s. Most grieving people can’t see past their own pain, and they may feel resentful if you change the subject to yourself. Even if you’ve gone through the same kind of loss, avoid saying “I know how you feel,” because the truth is “we don’t ever really know”. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember, you don’t have to have all the answers; you just have to be there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To be funny/silly, sometimes even a chocolate or a comics cures the pain quicker than a pill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You might ask, What Should I Say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encourage a grieving person to talk openly about their pain and about the person they’ve lost. Be prepared for a wide range of responses. Men are more likely than women to internalize their grief and change the subject. But never assume he doesn’t need or appreciate your compassion just because he isn’t crying or asking for help. What if someone’s pushing you away as you’re trying to help? Do you honor someone’s wishes when they tell you they want to be left alone? “You do, but not for a long time” .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now you may ask me, What else can i do make him/her comfort enuf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“Being there”&lt;/span&gt; for someone primarily means listening and offering a shoulder to cry on. But thoughtful actions also show your compassion and concern. “Call me if you need anything” doesn’t suffice. Remember – grief takes a toll on one’s physical health, so lend a helping hand. Is your friend too distraught to shop for clothes/groceries? Offer to shop for him or her. Don’t wait to be asked, because chances are your friend may feel like he or she is asking for too much already. An act of kindness as simple as running to the outlet/grocery store lifts a burden from a grieving person’s shoulders and shows you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget to give lots of hugs too. Touch can be incredibly therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;Crack a worst joke, tell a funny story, make them tease you (though u feel hurt inside...after all they are our best frnds), act stupid and childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divert their attention in new project like gardening/ meditation. Research some new activity going on in your area which your grieving friend likes or share the name of interesting stuff that helped you through a bad time. If the grieving frnd has his/her life partner, it is best option to tell that person to take care of him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You might have a final question for me? Is My Job done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are most in need of comfort right after a loss. But “grief is never really healed”. “Grief just becomes a comfortable companion.” People manage to return to their lives, but there’s an emotional hole that will never be filled. So no matter how well a grieving person seems to be adjusting, It is better to “tell them over and over and over again that you’re there to listen.” Some people don’t have time to grieve, and sometimes grief manifests itself months or years after a loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very least, commit to 12 months of support. Be there for the initial loss and the first anniversary of the loss, which is especially emotional. Don’t feel silly giving your friend a call or a handwritten note with your thoughts on the anniversary of the loss, or a wedding anniversary or birthday, or even anytime during the following year. If you don’t know what to say, buy a card that says it. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“Thank goodness for Archies/Hallmark!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before approaching someone dealing with grief, think back to a time when you were consumed with sadness. Try to remember what helped and what you didn’t want to hear. What do you wish someone had done for you? Do that for your friend. You can never take away someone’s pain, but you can be part of their healing process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So "Are You a Fair-Weather Friend?"&lt;/span&gt; . I stick to them even in stormy weathers ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is there in good times and bad, sickness and health. Do you stick around when stormy weather approaches or split when there’s rain in the forecast?&lt;br /&gt;Revisit your inner heart and double check if you’re a fair-weather friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the entire world as Lord Rama and think yourself as Hanuman, you'll automatically help everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The best way to be Happy is to, make other's Happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-6051966829042134974?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/6051966829042134974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=6051966829042134974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/6051966829042134974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/6051966829042134974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-fair-weather-friend.html' title='Are You a Fair-Weather Friend?'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-4148746001975996300</id><published>2009-07-01T07:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-01T07:29:06.589+05:30</updated><title type='text'>தோழமை ஒன்று தொலைந்தது !!!</title><content type='html'>தோழமை ஒன்று தொலைந்தது -&lt;br /&gt; தொடங்கிய கவிதை முடிந்தது ;&lt;br /&gt; ஜென்மத்தின் ஓரத்தில் நிற்கிறேன் ,&lt;br /&gt; இனிவரும் ஜென்மத்தில் சந்திக்கிறேன் ... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; பழகிய நாட்கள் பரவசம் ,&lt;br /&gt; இழந்த நாட்கள் என்வசம் ;&lt;br /&gt; இழக்கும் நாட்கள் உன்வசம் ...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; தேடுவதற்கு துணிவில்லை ,&lt;br /&gt; விடுவதற்கும் மனமில்லை ;&lt;br /&gt; இடியும் மின்னலும் மழையில்லை ,&lt;br /&gt; மண்ணில் வீழ்கையில்தான் மழையது ;&lt;br /&gt; நல்லது எண்ணுவது நட்பில்லை ,&lt;br /&gt; நம்பிக்கை அதுவே நட்பது ..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-4148746001975996300?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/4148746001975996300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=4148746001975996300' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4148746001975996300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4148746001975996300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='தோழமை ஒன்று தொலைந்தது !!!'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-2371876610829112889</id><published>2009-06-26T18:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:53:09.991+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Met an Angel !!!</title><content type='html'>It was a rainy day where the whole surrounding is filled with cool breeze, greeny trees dressed with rain drops on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People struggling with the wind, wrestling with umbrellas, obscuring the face with their jacket, jumping or running around like they are being chased by blood-sucking aliens…. I tell you : When it really rains down you have an exciting and rare theater right before you waiting to be shot by a photographer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i searched for a place that gives a good angle to shoot !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw something like a window opening on the clouds. The window suddenly opened and there comes a Cute angel with flappy wings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came to me and asked me what i am thinking now...&lt;br /&gt;i just told her, am thinking about taking a lovely picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, Didn't you came with your loved one on this romantic moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her, you mean taking my girl friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you're right, replied the angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha...I should love a girl first, then only i will have a girl friend and fyi no time for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel replied with a gentle smile on her face, so you're 28 years old male and telling you never had a crush on a girl. Am an angel and i can find it easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds good... Why don't you start your testing now? If the results are negative, you can suggest me a way to look for the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel told me the simple test to find the girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me to close my eyes and visualise the girl i like most. She tested me whether i can visualise the girl who admires me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture came to my mind was, " The kid i saw in the morning which has the cutest smile in the world".&lt;br /&gt;Angel looked at me with sigh smile and told me to try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time i literally saw "Sweet aroma of Starbucks coffee and i felt the taste too"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel got tensed this time and told "This is the last chance...try one more time". Visualize the girl you admire, the incident which made you to have crush on her, the sweetest moment you had with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...relax ... here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time "I visualized the Tinkle comics kept on the slot in the right door of my car and even tried reading the comic strip of suppandi" :-)&lt;br /&gt;Angel got frustrated and yelled at me ... It's not my day. I wasted my time and productivity... First grow up...Will meet you again in next decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel was wrong. She should have opted me one more chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the matter of grown up or not. I just visualized the immediate ecstasy i had. I would have tried going deep inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, when you come across the angel somewhere, please tell her to come back to my place for a last chance :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-2371876610829112889?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/2371876610829112889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=2371876610829112889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/2371876610829112889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/2371876610829112889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-met-angel.html' title='I Met an Angel !!!'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-4573303427735249021</id><published>2009-06-19T20:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:23:00.004+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Starting Grid ??!!!</title><content type='html'>Hopes flattered ,&lt;br /&gt;Taken for granted ;&lt;br /&gt;Betrayed by strangers ,&lt;br /&gt;And now being doubted by friends too;&lt;br /&gt;They call this as testing time ???&lt;br /&gt;Heart aches, Mind confused ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one…..kickstart ...&lt;br /&gt;A comic strip from the tinkle, &lt;br /&gt;A sweet bite of a candy;&lt;br /&gt;A slurpy sip of a coffee,&lt;br /&gt;An innocent smile of a kid ;&lt;br /&gt;All these not working out now a days ??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone show me the way -&lt;br /&gt;To get back to the Starting Grid !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-4573303427735249021?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/4573303427735249021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=4573303427735249021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4573303427735249021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4573303427735249021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2009/06/starting-grid.html' title='The Starting Grid ??!!!'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-7810169063037342496</id><published>2009-06-16T21:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:08:06.649+05:30</updated><title type='text'>சில நேரங்களில், மனிதர்களையும் நேசிக்க தோண்றுகிறது ..!</title><content type='html'>அந்தி சாயும் வேளை, &lt;br /&gt; ஒற்றையடி பாதையோரம் - &lt;br /&gt; ஒய்யாரமாக ஒரு சிறுமி அமர்ந்திருந்தாள், &lt;br /&gt; அவளருகில் அழகிய நாய்க்குட்டி … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; சிறுமியின் கையில் சிறிய ரொட்டி , &lt;br /&gt; கொஞ்சம் பிய்த்து - &lt;br /&gt; கொஞ்சி கொஞ்சி ஊட்டினாள் , &lt;br /&gt; நன்றி மறவா நாய்க்குட்டி - &lt;br /&gt; நக்கி நக்கி விளையாடியது … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; இன்னும் கொஞ்சம் கொடுத்தாள், &lt;br /&gt; இம்முறை நாய்க்குட்டி உரிமையோடு , &lt;br /&gt; சிறுமியின் மடியில் அமர்ந்தது … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; எஞ்ஜிய ரொட்டியையும் - &lt;br /&gt; நாய்க்குட்டிக்கு ஊட்டிவிட்டு , &lt;br /&gt; பசி மறந்து - &lt;br /&gt; புன்னகையோடு கிளம்பிச்சென்றாள் … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; சில நேரங்களில்,&lt;br /&gt; மனிதர்களையும் நேசிக்க தோண்றுகிறது ..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-7810169063037342496?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/7810169063037342496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=7810169063037342496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/7810169063037342496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/7810169063037342496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_16.html' title='சில நேரங்களில், மனிதர்களையும் நேசிக்க தோண்றுகிறது ..!'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-322611262594929441</id><published>2009-06-15T20:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:13:03.470+05:30</updated><title type='text'>உதிர்ந்த பூக்கள் ..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;For those souls who truely fought for the rights for Tamils in Srilanka...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;உதிர்ந்த பூக்கள் என்று -&lt;br /&gt;உதாசீனப்படுத்தாதீர்,&lt;br /&gt;கனிகளை விட்டுச்சென்றுள்ளனர் ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;புலிகள் பதுங்குவது பாயவே,&lt;br /&gt;இம்முறை தாழ்ந்து, வீழ்ந்து -&lt;br /&gt;மடிந்தும் விட்டனர் ;&lt;br /&gt;காரணம் மட்டும் தெரியவில்லை ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;தமிழ் செழிக்க -&lt;br /&gt;தான் வீழ்ந்தால்தான் ,&lt;br /&gt;வழி பிறக்குமென எண்ணிவிட்டனரோ !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;உன் தியாகம் -&lt;br /&gt;என்றும் மறவோம் ,&lt;br /&gt;உன் கனவுகள் நனவாகும் -&lt;br /&gt;தமிழன் தலை நிமிர்ந்து வாழ்வான் !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-322611262594929441?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/322611262594929441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=322611262594929441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/322611262594929441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/322611262594929441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_15.html' title='உதிர்ந்த பூக்கள் ..!'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-6376548434193751030</id><published>2009-06-10T07:04:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:40:28.112+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learnt 1: There should be a limit and boundary even for Fun and shud never play with Emotions.</title><content type='html'>Its good to make fun and fool your friends. For a guy like me try to be funny and keep doing silly things, april fool day is a right chance to go for big fishing of fooling the friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time I was thinking about doing sometin different to fool my friends. My first thought is to mail them stating my credit card was stolen and some thousands of dollars have been swiped out and they can share the amnt if they're interested :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I have been in discussion with my offshore and onsite managers regarding a new RFP proposal to Travelport client located in Denver and as a funny conversation they asked me, "We need a senior resource. Can you switch over to Denver for a while till the team is established?". Practically it won’t workout as the current client won't accept and hence the plan was dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the mail chain about Denver proposal, my first thought was how perfect this will be for April fooling. This one, I thought, should be a piece of cake. Not only am I a funny buff, but (to the annoyance of my friends) I tend to make up things just for fun and say it with the feel to make my friends believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my intention is to fool my friends by telling them , “I will be moving to Denver in a short while and there won’t be any second chance to meet them all again”. I can keep this as secret for a day or two and reveal it. I know the after effect will be lot of beats / kicks from them but all that is for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I used that mail chain, reframed it and sent to my close friends mentioned like i was supposed to go to Denver (My roommates Rajesh, Surya &lt;– these guys had 50% doubt about this till the last minute -&gt;, Vikram, Anu, Venkat, Kanchana and Jitesh ). The problem with your close friends is, they will be really concerned about you leaving them, feel for you and they start telling to the mutual friends too. This happened when I met Rajesh and Surya’s friends. People i just know their names enquired me about this when i met them.They were asking me why it happened suddenly. How am I going to sell the car? How am I going to break the apartment lease? What about future plans of whether coming back to Hartford or will i go back to Chennai once this is done. I was speechless of all those sudden shoot ups and simply nodded my head stating, I have to discuss with my friends and come up with plan (As if going to create an MPP plan). The news spreaded to the entire Hartford except to my manager :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone believed the Denver move and I have even executed the Credit Card fooling mail to make them divert from the Denver plan and later accepted that “Credit card” mail is just for fooling them, leaving them to believe Denver stuff is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I revealed this plan first to Venkat (As he is clever enuf to find loopholes with ease) and later to Vikram and told them we can reveal it in a couple of days. They even told me to continue this till airport, come back and stay in a friends home and we all can meet for a dinner where i can just peek in and say, I'M back. That seems like too much and will end up in trouble. So we stick to the initial plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should have been stopped here and revealed on April 1st evng or next day. The big mistake I did was I dragged it for couple of days and planning to reveal it on Friday (April 3rd) as we were supposed to go for a Tamil movie “Ayan” and hence plng to reveal after the movie got over. So we booked the movie tickets to some of my friends who turned up for movie. The worst part is, even this didn’t brought any serious atmosphere, but whenever I met my friend Anu I keep telling her that am going to miss them all and tease her that I wont be able to disturb them much now. She then feel sad and tell, “You’re just going to Denver and all sort of communication is there to be in touch”. Just a touch away in Iphone to get connected :-). She started feeling sad that she will miss my wedding when I go to offshore. She is such a nice friend who cares a lot. I should have stopped to that extent. Instead of that whenever she pings me, I start this topic and make her feel sad. On april 2nd i even sent a senti mail. That makes her really felt sad missing a good friend. (The sad part is, she thinks the senti mail is just for april fooling. I don't know whether she realise that really comes from the heart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet of her that, she was planning to prepare a delicious “Banana Walnut cake” for me. Jitesh was discussing with our friends to get a gift or card for me. Surya kept telling me, who will be there to hang out as he is also a kinda guy who loves to go out. I was teasing them, are you going to gift something for meJ. Anu and Vikram invited me to their home for dinner and without any manasatchi I had good food on April 3rd evening :-). Kanchana, invited me to go for dinner out and we had usual fights for this as i didn't turn up to her request as i was held up in some other stuff. She felt bad, but didn't shown it as i was leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajesh and surya always had the doubt in their mind as i didn't packed much for the travel and just told them i'll be back after 2 weeks to take the stuff again as i am rushing now to report to client on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner got over and later Kanchana picked me up and she too added from her part stating, she will miss a good friend. But my only reply will be, is there any gift for me :-). Useless guys, nobody gave me a single gift :-)...We picked rajesh and surya from our room and reached theater and had good fun there. During movie time, poor guy Jitesh feeling sad that he was not able to spend time for me on the last few days, came and sat next to me in the theater and started talking to me. Deiiii let me watch the movie please :-). Tamanna was looking gorgeous in the movie, but useless Jitesh was talking nonstop and disturbed me :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally once the movie got over, there was one more final twist on the farewell speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told everyone that, ' the real victims of fooling was Vikram and Venkat as I told them this is just for april fool others but now i am really going to Denver'. Vikram was shocked for a while. My eyes were little reddish as i was feeling very tired and sleepy. They thought i became bit emotional. Finally I told them, everything was for fun. There is no real Denver stuff. D for Denver...A for April fool :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evryone started scolding and yelling at me that from now onwards they won’t believe me. How sad you will be left in that state of mind? But i was not in the position to tell them all this just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all irritated, frustrated and started beating me like anything in front of the theater hall itself. Anu was trying to hide her disappointment and simply smiling at the incident. We drove back to our room. Meanhwile, got call from Jitesh and came to know Anu was really pissed of and very much angry on me. I tried to reach her, but she didn't picked the call. Though she is happy that i will be in Hartford, but disappointed that i played with the emotions. So all that happy ending now turned into disaster. Rajesh and Surya were telling me, they know its april fooling but just believed as anu was telling them this will be real. Since she believed that much. Poor kanchana just had a smile on her face and told me, still some more beats and kicks are reserved for me separately. She too was angry and that continued for couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After couple of minutes, Vikram called and told, anu is really pissed of and she felt bad that even vikram was also a part in this game. He started making clear point about where I did the mistake and unfortunately he also got involved in this. Felt sorry for him that i troubled him for my fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how painful it is to play with emotions. But realised now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have missed is...didn’t thought about the consequences and never realized there should be a limit and boundaries for Fun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anu was angry for almost a week. i tried talking to her, but didn't got proper resposnse (didn't even got right time to say sorry and confess it). Soon she was bck to normal. There was no fun talk or conversations for couple of weeks. I felt abnormal being quite but tried to act like calm guy without makign any fun, any PJ's, stories or cranky stuff. Vikram used to tease me that, they're going to make me fool one day. But anu replied back stating, you can't fool him as prabhu is now master in that and he will know well abt it earlier. They didn't realise i just used that mail chain as piece of cake for this fool stuff, but not a real actor. I used to tell Surya that, "He only believe me all time and restricted my fun with him alone now a days". Am not sure, will they believe my words in future, but i have decided to reduce all that fun and it will be a good change. Hope one day, they realise its just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still regret that I shouldn’t have done this but learnt a good lesson by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Moral is, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There should be a limit and boundary even for Fun and never play with Emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am really going back to India on July end (Might be on the first week of July itself) to setup the offshore team and not sure whether i will be back again. I am very happy back home, but now i feel missing all my friends( Now realsied how they would have felt when i told about Denver relocation). I got the second chance to tell the truth but not able to express this time. Hope they too got the second chance to believe me :-(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-6376548434193751030?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/6376548434193751030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=6376548434193751030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/6376548434193751030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/6376548434193751030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2009/06/lessons-learnt-1-there-should-be-limit.html' title='Lessons Learnt 1: There should be a limit and boundary even for Fun and shud never play with Emotions.'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-3553477025882174105</id><published>2009-06-08T19:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:42:28.364+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Learning 1,2,3 from My Niece :-)</title><content type='html'>Finally, My Niece Kaamya joined School on friday the June 05,2009...&lt;br /&gt;her grandparents were very adament in keeping her in home so that they will spend more time with her and @last accepted to send her to school (Dad, did u guys spent time with me like this else pushed me to school early ?? :-))&lt;br /&gt;Now plenty of qns arised. &lt;br /&gt;Who will drop her to school? &lt;br /&gt;Who will feed lunch? &lt;br /&gt;My Dad, Mum, Sis and neighbour brother all had sweet fights with each other to take care of my niece...Oops i missed this chance :-(.&lt;br /&gt;And everyone got their task allocated and executing well. Hope there won't be any schedule variation :-). I tooooooooo will join with them in a month of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sunday and the usual wake up time is past 11 am, but got early morning call frm home and its kaamya on the call without telling any other stuff, started teaching me 1,2,3 ...aha... and was telling all that interestin stuff hpnd in school !!!&lt;br /&gt;Was enquiring my parents how she was in school? Whether she is comfortale or cried ? Seems like she is enjoying her school life and never cried.&lt;br /&gt;When my Dad went to school during lunch time to feed my niece. She already started having food and told him, "Grandpa i wil hv food, you go home and give food to Sachin (sachin is my doggy)". How responsible she is :-)&lt;br /&gt;Typical kaamya, started her loda loda talk and the call continued for longggggg time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And opposite to school tradition, my niece was complaining abt her staff like, "My teacher is asking me to sleep, not allowing me to play". They dont know how to treat children :-).&lt;br /&gt;Though she is now in LKG, but for her she is doing 2nd std. Somehow she got this phrase and keep telling, "I am studying in 2nd std".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she invited me to her school...Mom, i want to go to school again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-3553477025882174105?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/3553477025882174105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=3553477025882174105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3553477025882174105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3553477025882174105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2009/06/learning-123-from-my-niece.html' title='Learning 1,2,3 from My Niece :-)'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-5267922686549135386</id><published>2009-06-04T21:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:54:42.946+05:30</updated><title type='text'>குறை ஒன்றும் இல்லை ..!</title><content type='html'>குறை ஒன்றும் இல்லை -&lt;br /&gt; நிறை என்றே சொல்வேன் ,&lt;br /&gt; என்னிலை உனக்கு புரியும் -&lt;br /&gt; இன்னிலையும் மாறும் !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; இது சோதனை காலம் ...&lt;br /&gt; கல் எறிந்தால் கணி தரவும் ,&lt;br /&gt; சொல் எறிந்தால் பாடல் தரவும் ;&lt;br /&gt; நீ கற்று கொடுத்தாய் ...&lt;br /&gt; என் வலி காட்பாய் கோவிந்தா !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; வேண்டினும் வேண்டாதிருப்பினும் -&lt;br /&gt; எனக்கென்ற பொருள் யாவும் ,&lt;br /&gt; என்னிடம் சேர்ப்பாய் கண்ணா !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; குறை ஒன்றும் இல்லை -&lt;br /&gt; நிறை என்றே சொல்வேன் ..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-5267922686549135386?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/5267922686549135386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=5267922686549135386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/5267922686549135386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/5267922686549135386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='குறை ஒன்றும் இல்லை ..!'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-779878482488122269</id><published>2009-05-29T07:37:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:17:20.865+05:30</updated><title type='text'>தவறே செய்தினும் , தங்கம் நீ ..!</title><content type='html'>நாளை என் -&lt;br /&gt;வாழ்க்கை பயணம் மாறினாலும்,&lt;br /&gt;நம் நட்பின் பயனம் -&lt;br /&gt;என்றும் தொடரும் ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ஒரு துளி ஆயினும் -&lt;br /&gt;ஓராயிரம் என்றாலும் ,&lt;br /&gt;அதன்பேர் மழைதான் ...&lt;br /&gt;தேவதை ஆயினும் -&lt;br /&gt;பிசாசு என்றாலும் ,&lt;br /&gt;எனக்கு நீ தோழிதான் ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;தவறே செய்தினும் -&lt;br /&gt;தங்கமென்றே சொல்லத் தோண்றுகிறது ,&lt;br /&gt;தொலைவில் இருந்தாலும் -&lt;br /&gt;தோள் சாய்ந்திருப்பதுபோல் உணர்கிறேன்..! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ஆர்ப்பாட்ட பேச்சுக்கள் வேண்டாம் -,&lt;br /&gt;ஆரவார வரவேற்ப்பு வேண்டாம் ;&lt;br /&gt;அழகிய புன்னகைகூட வேண்டாம் ,&lt;br /&gt;தோழியென்ற நினைவே போதும் ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;இப்படியே கைகோர்த்து வா ,&lt;br /&gt;உலகத்து எல்லை தாண்டியும் -&lt;br /&gt;நடந்து கொண்டிருப்பேன் ..! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அருகில் இருக்கும் -&lt;br /&gt;அழகிய பெண்னை பார்த்து வழிகையில் ,&lt;br /&gt;உன் கைக்குட்டை கொடுத்து உதவிடும் -&lt;br /&gt;உன்னத தோழி நீ ..! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;நியாயிரு விடுமுறை நாள்,&lt;br /&gt;ஆதலால் குளிப்பதில்லை ,&lt;br /&gt;அரைகுறை ஆடையில் இருப்பினும் -&lt;br /&gt;நட்பெனும் உடை மேலிருப்பதால் ,&lt;br /&gt;ஏடாகூடமாய் பார்ப்பதில்லை ... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;கோவில் பிரசாதம் கூட -&lt;br /&gt;சுத்தம் பார்த்து சுவைப்பவன்,&lt;br /&gt;உன் எச்சில் தட்டில் -&lt;br /&gt;உணவு எடுத்து சுவைக்கையில் ,&lt;br /&gt;கொண்ட கொள்கை அனைத்தும் -&lt;br /&gt;கொஞ்ச நேரம் காணாமல் போய்விடும் !!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;என்ன சொல்லிவிட்டேன் -&lt;br /&gt;இப்படி கோபப்படுவதற்க்கு என்றாய் ?&lt;br /&gt;சொல்லிய சொல் முக்கியமல்ல ,&lt;br /&gt;சொன்னது நீ என்பதுதான் ..! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;எப்படி நீ திட்டினாலும் -&lt;br /&gt;உறைக்கவே மாட்டேன் என்கிறது ...&lt;br /&gt;எது சொன்னாலும் -&lt;br /&gt;கொஞ்சி குழைந்து சொல்வதால் ..! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அடடா அழகிய கவிதையென்று ,&lt;br /&gt;ஆயிரம் பேர் வாழ்த்தினாலும் ,&lt;br /&gt;"ம் பரவாயில்லை டா" எனும் -&lt;br /&gt;உன் வார்த்தைகளில்தான் -&lt;br /&gt;அந்த கவிதையே முழுமை அடைகிறது ..! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;வானம் பார்க்க -&lt;br /&gt;எனக்கு மேலே பார்க்க வேண்டும் ,&lt;br /&gt;பூமிதனை பார்க்க -&lt;br /&gt;தாழ்ந்து பார்த்திடல் வேண்டும்,&lt;br /&gt;உனை பார்க்கும்போதுதான் -&lt;br /&gt;எனக்கு நிகராய் அருகில் பார்க்கிறேன் ..! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;வயலின் வால்த்தனம் ,&lt;br /&gt;தபேலா திட்டுக்கள் ,&lt;br /&gt;பியானோ பேச்சுக்கள் ,&lt;br /&gt;புல்லாங்குழல் பார்வைகள்,&lt;br /&gt;அடடா சிம்பொனி உருவாக-&lt;br /&gt;நம் சந்திதிப்பு ஒன்றே போதும் ..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-779878482488122269?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/779878482488122269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=779878482488122269' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/779878482488122269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/779878482488122269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_7918.html' title='தவறே செய்தினும் , தங்கம் நீ ..!'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-1170196173656514183</id><published>2009-05-13T23:47:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:55:59.502+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wah Starbucks ..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SgsQRzPNXTI/AAAAAAAAF-0/W_Ys-G2uQnE/s1600-h/IMG_0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335376081548303666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SgsQRzPNXTI/AAAAAAAAF-0/W_Ys-G2uQnE/s320/IMG_0113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;--  This is for all those Coffee Lovers... Especially to the Starbucks fans :-)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Junkies of a brew sublime,&lt;br /&gt;Any place and any time.&lt;br /&gt;Stir it up with big smile,&lt;br /&gt;It’s kept me up all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme my mug of ol’ sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the day will just be fine.&lt;br /&gt;You know just how it should be,&lt;br /&gt;You know it’s not just the Coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wah Starbucks ..!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kya Aap Mere Saath Starbucks chalenge? ..:-) :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-1170196173656514183?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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திருட்டுப் பார்வை -&lt;br /&gt;பார்த்ததை கண்டு ,&lt;br /&gt;அடிக்க வந்தாய் ...&lt;br /&gt;ஆனானப்பட்ட விசுவாமித்திரனே -&lt;br /&gt;அரை நாழிகை சலனம் கொள்கையில் ,&lt;br /&gt;எம்மாத்திரம் நான் !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;பட்டுடுத்தும் தோரணை பார்த்து -&lt;br /&gt;பார்கடல் வசிக்கும் பரந்தாமனும் ,&lt;br /&gt;புது அவதாரம் எடுத்து -&lt;br /&gt;பூமி இறங்குவான் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;புடவை கட்டியது போதும் ,&lt;br /&gt;எப்பொழுது -&lt;br /&gt;எனை கட்டிக்கொள்வாய் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; நீ புடவை கட்டும் அழகு பார்த்து , &lt;br /&gt;எனக்கும் புடவை கட்ட - &lt;br /&gt;ஆசை வருகிறதென்றேன் ... &lt;br /&gt;எனை கட்டிக்கொள்ள மாட்டாயாவென புலம்பினாய் ??? &lt;br /&gt;இப்பொழுது நீ இல்லாத புடவை , &lt;br /&gt;இரவு புடவை இல்லாத உனை ??!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-6987800653892780579?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-1995892279043232991</id><published>2009-05-07T03:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-07T03:46:05.324+05:30</updated><title type='text'>தாய்மடிபோல், தோள் சாய்ந்துகொள்வாய் ..!</title><content type='html'>சுமந்து பெற்றால்தான் தாயென்றால்,&lt;br /&gt;அவளைப்போல் அதிகம் அன்பு -&lt;br /&gt;உன்மேல் செலுத்தும் என்னை ,&lt;br /&gt;என்னவென்று சொல்வாய் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;தூக்கம் வந்தால் -&lt;br /&gt;தாய்மடி என்றாய் ...&lt;br /&gt;அதுபோல்தான் நானும் -&lt;br /&gt;என் தோள் சாய்ந்துகொள்வாய் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;தலைகோதி ,&lt;br /&gt;தாலாட்டு பாடுவாளென்றாய் ...&lt;br /&gt;நெற்றி முத்தத்தில் -&lt;br /&gt;நண்பனின் நேசம் அறிந்துகொள்வாய் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;முதல் வார்த்தை , முதல் உலகம் ,&lt;br /&gt;சொல்லித் தந்தவள் அவளென்றாய் ...&lt;br /&gt;இனிவரும் உலகனைத்தும் -&lt;br /&gt;கடந்து செல்ல ,&lt;br /&gt;வழித்துணைக்கு நானென்பேன் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அந்த வானம், பூமி -&lt;br /&gt;அத்தனையும் தந்து கேட்டாலும் ,&lt;br /&gt;தாயைவிட சிறந்ததில்லை என்றாய் ...&lt;br /&gt;அந்த தாயின் வீட்டினில் -&lt;br /&gt;எனக்கும் கொஞ்சம் இடம் கொடு ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அந்த பொண்ணு அழகாய் இருக்கிறாளென்று -&lt;br /&gt;உன்னிடம் காட்டுகையில் ,&lt;br /&gt;அவசரப்படேல் நண்பாவென்று மிறட்டி ,&lt;br /&gt;அவ்வப்போது என் அம்மாவாகவும் -&lt;br /&gt;அவதாரமெடுக்கும் அதிசயம் நீ ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;கொடுக்க கொடுக்க -&lt;br /&gt;சேரும் சொத்து ,&lt;br /&gt;அன்னை அன்பு மட்டும்தான் ...&lt;br /&gt;பழக பழக ,&lt;br /&gt;மேலும் உயரும் ,&lt;br /&gt;நட்பின் புனிதம் மட்டும்தான் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;என் விழியில் நீர்த்துளி பார்த்துவிட்டால் -&lt;br /&gt;மொத்த உலகையும் பொசுக்கிவிடும் ,&lt;br /&gt;மூர்க்கமான காளி வேடம் கொள்வாள் ...&lt;br /&gt;பாசம் வைக்கும் எவர்க்கும் -&lt;br /&gt;அன்பனைத்தும் அள்ளிக்கொடுக்கும் ,&lt;br /&gt;கருனை தெய்வமும் ஆவாள் என்றாய்...&lt;br /&gt;அந்த தெய்வத்திற்கு பக்தனாகும் பாக்கியம் -&lt;br /&gt;என்னில் மட்டும் உள்ளதென்பேன் ..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-1995892279043232991?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/1995892279043232991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=1995892279043232991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1995892279043232991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1995892279043232991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;வழிகேட்ட வழிப்போக்கன் நான் ,&lt;br /&gt;அதற்கும் வழி சொன்ன -&lt;br /&gt;வித்தைக்காரி நீ ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நவகிரகம் சுற்றும் எல்லோரும் -&lt;br /&gt;நீ சுற்றிக்கொண்டிருப்பதை பார்த்து ,&lt;br /&gt;பத்தாம் கிரகம் இருக்கிறதென்று -&lt;br /&gt;ஊர் முழுக்க உளருகிறார்கள் !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அக்கம் பக்கம் பார்க்கையில் -&lt;br /&gt;என் ஊடல் உணர்ந்து -&lt;br /&gt;தள்ளி தள்ளி போவாய் ...&lt;br /&gt;உன்னை மட்டும் பார்க்கும்போது -&lt;br /&gt;என் உள்ளம் உணர்ந்து ,&lt;br /&gt;அருகில் அருகில் வருவாய் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;உனக்கும் எனக்கும் சண்டைகள் வந்தால் ,&lt;br /&gt;என் தோழர்களுக்கும் ,&lt;br /&gt;உன் தோழிகளுக்கும் ;&lt;br /&gt;சண்டை மூட்டிவிடும் -&lt;br /&gt;கலகக்காரி நீ ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ஆகாயம் பார்த்து பார்த்து -&lt;br /&gt;அடிக்கழுத்து வலிக்கிறதென்றாய் ,&lt;br /&gt;அப்படி என்னதான் பார்த்தாயென்று -&lt;br /&gt;அந்த கண்கள் பார்த்து பார்த்து -&lt;br /&gt;அதனுள் ஆகாயம் உள்ளதென்றேன் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நீ வளர்க்கும் மீண் குஞ்சுகளோ ?&lt;br /&gt;அதனால்தான் கோவிலில்கூட,&lt;br /&gt;லஜ்ஜை தெரியாமல் -&lt;br /&gt;இச்சிக் கொள்கின்றனவோ ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நீ நட்டுச்சென்ற செடிகள் எல்லாம் -&lt;br /&gt;மரமாகவே மாட்டேன் என்கிறது ...&lt;br /&gt;பிறகுதான் தெரிந்தது ,&lt;br /&gt;குட்டிச்செடிகளுக்குதான் -&lt;br /&gt;அதிக நேரம் செலவிடுகிறாயாம் ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;உன் உள்ளம் நியாபகம் வந்தால் ,&lt;br /&gt;கண்கள் மூடி, இதயம் தொட்டு -&lt;br /&gt;சினுங்கள் கேட்கின்றேன் ,&lt;br /&gt;உன் ஊடல் நியாபகம் வந்தால் ,&lt;br /&gt;கண்கள் திறந்து, கைகள் விரித்து -&lt;br /&gt;அனைப்பினை உணர்கின்றேன் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ஆசைகள் துறக்க புத்தன் வந்தான்,&lt;br /&gt;அகிம்சை வளர்க்க காந்தி வந்தான்;&lt;br /&gt;ஆனால் உலகம் ருசிக்காது ...&lt;br /&gt;ஆசை வேண்டும், இம்சை வேண்டும் -&lt;br /&gt;ஆதலால் நாம் வந்தோம் ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-4308342269283473098</id><published>2009-03-24T23:09:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:01:27.714+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The 5 Minutes of You !!!</title><content type='html'>Spoiled sleep -&lt;br /&gt;Skipped breakfast ,&lt;br /&gt;Dirty patches on Suit -&lt;br /&gt;Dumped car on the Street ,&lt;br /&gt;Rundown to catch the bus ;&lt;br /&gt;Melted icecream ,&lt;br /&gt;Missing pages of climax ;&lt;br /&gt;Unresolved problems ,&lt;br /&gt;Unhealthy arguments ...&lt;br /&gt;All that vanishes -&lt;br /&gt;By the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'5 Minutes of You'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-32084518394112367</id><published>2009-03-14T01:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:45:11.444+05:30</updated><title type='text'>நிலவு வரும் நேரம் ...</title><content type='html'>உன் கூந்தல் உரசி -&lt;br /&gt;குளிர்ந்துபோன பகல்தான் ,&lt;br /&gt;இரவாய் பிறக்கிறது ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அடுத்த நாள் காலையில் -&lt;br /&gt;ஊருக்கு போய்விடுவாயென்று ,&lt;br /&gt;இந்த இரவு மட்டும் -&lt;br /&gt;விடியவே மாட்டேன் என்கிறது ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;பார்த்து பல நாட்களாகிவிட்டதென்றேன் ,&lt;br /&gt;பேசியும் நாளாகிவிட்டதென்றாய் ;&lt;br /&gt;ஸ்பரிசமும் என்றேன் !!!&lt;br /&gt;எண்ணம் புரிந்து -&lt;br /&gt;இரவு நீண்டது ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ஓர் இரவில் -&lt;br /&gt;நான் தொலைந்துவிட்டால் ,&lt;br /&gt;என்ன செய்வாயென்றாய் ?&lt;br /&gt;இனியொரு இரவை -&lt;br /&gt;இவ்வுலகம் பார்க்காது ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;எதிர்பாராத மழையால் அவதிப்பட்டு -&lt;br /&gt;வானிலை அறிக்கையை ஏசினார்கள் ...&lt;br /&gt;வழக்கம் மாறி ,&lt;br /&gt;இரவில் நீ குளித்து தொலைத்ததால் -&lt;br /&gt;வந்த வினையென்று ,&lt;br /&gt;எனக்கு மட்டும் தெரியும் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அது ஏன் -&lt;br /&gt;இரவில் மட்டும் ,&lt;br /&gt;இப்படி கொஞ்சுகிறேன் என்றாய் ...&lt;br /&gt;இரவில்தான் எல்லை மீறலாமென்று -&lt;br /&gt;இழுத்து அனைத்தேன் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நீ அலுவலகம் விட்டு -&lt;br /&gt;கிளம்பும் நேரத்தை கணக்கிட்டு ,&lt;br /&gt;" நிலவு வரும் நேரமென்று" ,&lt;br /&gt;வானிலை வாசித்தார்கள் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;உன் சிறுமூச்சு மேகமாகி ,&lt;br /&gt;சினுங்களில் அது மழையாகி ,&lt;br /&gt;பெருமூச்சு இடியாகி -&lt;br /&gt;சிமிட்டல்கள் மின்னலாவதாய் ;&lt;br /&gt;மழை உருவாகும் கதை சொன்னேன் ...&lt;br /&gt;அடடா ஆரம்பித்துவிட்டானென்று -&lt;br /&gt;இரவு காது மூடிக்கொண்டது ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நேற்றைய இரவில் -&lt;br /&gt;உன் கைபட்ட மனல்திட்டு ,&lt;br /&gt;இன்றைய இரவில் -&lt;br /&gt;பூப்பெய்து ,&lt;br /&gt;பெரும் மாளிகையாய் நிற்கிறது ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;இரவில் -&lt;br /&gt;உன் மேனி பட்ட பூவெல்லாம் ,&lt;br /&gt;பகலில் -&lt;br /&gt;பனியாக பெய்கிறது ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நீ -&lt;br /&gt;நான் ,&lt;br /&gt;நம் இரவு ...&lt;br /&gt;அது போதும் ,&lt;br /&gt;இந்த ஜென்மம் பூர்த்தியாகிவிடும் ..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-32084518394112367?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/32084518394112367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=32084518394112367' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/32084518394112367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/32084518394112367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='நிலவு வரும் நேரம் ...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-1787300851359326481</id><published>2009-02-17T19:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:03:48.753+05:30</updated><title type='text'>முத்தங்கள் யாவும் ..!</title><content type='html'>முத்தங்கள் தந்து -&lt;br /&gt;இனித்தவை எவையெனக்கேட்டாய் ,&lt;br /&gt;இயலாத செயலென -&lt;br /&gt;திருப்பிக் கொடுத்துவிட்டேன் !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;முத்தம் கேட்டதற்கு முறைத்தாய் -&lt;br /&gt;முறைத்துப்பார் என்றேன் ,&lt;br /&gt;முத்தம் கிடைக்குமென்ற நினைப்பில் !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;உன்னோடு நடக்கும் சண்டையில் -&lt;br /&gt;முதல் சுற்றுக்களில் வென்றாலும் ,&lt;br /&gt;கடைசியில் முத்தங்கள் தந்து -&lt;br /&gt;மொத்தமாய் வென்றுவிடுகிறாய் !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நீ ரொம்ப கெட்டப்பையன் என்றாய் ...&lt;br /&gt;ஏனெனக் கேட்டால் ,&lt;br /&gt;பல முத்தங்கள் வாங்கிக்கொண்டு -&lt;br /&gt;சில மட்டும் தருகிறேனென்றாய் !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நீ எது கேட்டாலும் ,&lt;br /&gt;முத்தம் மட்டுமே -&lt;br /&gt;தரத்தோன்றுகிறது !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;உடம்பு சரியில்லை என்றேன் ...&lt;br /&gt;காலை - இரண்டு முத்தங்கள் ,&lt;br /&gt;மதியம் - உணவுக்கு முன் ஒன்று ;&lt;br /&gt;இரவு - தூங்கும்வரை, என்று ;&lt;br /&gt;எழுதிக்கொடுத்தாய்!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;உன் தொலைபேசி வழி முத்தங்களை -&lt;br /&gt;நான் கண்மூடி இரசிக்கின்றேன் ,&lt;br /&gt;அதன் சத்தம் கேட்ட தொலைபேசியோ-&lt;br /&gt;என் காதுக்குள் இரசிக்கின்றது ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;உடுத்திக்கொள்ள எதுவுமில்லாத நேரங்களில் ,&lt;br /&gt;என் முத்தமெடுத்து அணிந்துகொள்கின்றன -&lt;br /&gt;உன் உதடுகள் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;என்னைப்பற்றி நாலு வார்த்தை சொல்லென்றாய் -&lt;br /&gt;“முத்தம்” என்று நான்கு முறை சொன்னேன் ,&lt;br /&gt;'அதைத்தவிர உனக்கு ஒன்றுமே தெரியாதா', என்றாய் ...&lt;br /&gt;உனைப்பற்றி சொல்ல துவங்குகையில் ,&lt;br /&gt;உதடுகள் யாவும் -&lt;br /&gt;உன் முத்தங்களையே சொல்கின்றன ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘எனக்கு உன்னைப்போல -&lt;br /&gt;கவிதையெழுதத் தெரியாது’ என்றாய் ,&lt;br /&gt;எனக்கு உன்னைப்போல -&lt;br /&gt;முத்தம் தரத்தெரியாது ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;உலகின் மூன்று பங்கு நிலத்தை -&lt;br /&gt;ஆக்கிரமித்தாலும் ,&lt;br /&gt;உன் பாதம் மட்டுமே முத்தமிடும் -&lt;br /&gt;பாக்கியம் பெற்றிருக்கிறது கடலலை ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ஈரக்காற்று -&lt;br /&gt;உதடுதொட்டு போகையில் ,&lt;br /&gt;உன் முத்தமென்று நினைத்து -&lt;br /&gt;ஏமாந்துபோகிறேன் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நீ கொடுத்த முத்தமனைத்தும் -&lt;br /&gt;திருப்பித் தரவேண்டுமென்றால் ,&lt;br /&gt;என் வாழ்வு முழுதும் -&lt;br /&gt;முழித்துக் கொண்டிருக்கவேன்டியதுதான் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;உன்னிடம் இருந்துவரும் அனைத்து மடல்களும் -&lt;br /&gt;"அவசரமாய் ஆறு முத்தம் தேவை" என்றே -&lt;br /&gt;முடித்து தொலைக்கிறது ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;கணவுகளின் தொலைவு -&lt;br /&gt;நிஜமாகும்வரை ,&lt;br /&gt;முத்தங்களின் தொலைவு -&lt;br /&gt;முடிந்துபோகும்வரை ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நீ முத்தமிடும் பொழுதெல்லாம் -&lt;br /&gt;நான் குட்டி குட்டி "அம்னீசியாவால்" ,&lt;br /&gt;அவதிப்படுகின்றேன் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அத்தனை கூட்டதினிடையே -&lt;br /&gt;யாருக்கும் தெரியாமல் முத்தம் கேட்டாய் ,&lt;br /&gt;தோட்டமே வைத்திருந்தாலும் -&lt;br /&gt;திருட்டு மாங்காய்தான் சுகம்போலும் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;முத்தங்களுக்கு வர்ணம் சொன்ன முனிவர்-&lt;br /&gt;நீயாகத்தான் இருப்பாய் ...&lt;br /&gt;"பல் விளக்காத காலை முத்தம்", பச்சையாம் -&lt;br /&gt;"சாமி கும்பிடும் இடைவெளியில் கொடுத்ததோ", வெண் நிறமாம் ;&lt;br /&gt;"அதிகாலை முத்தம்", வெட்கச்சிவப்பாம் ;&lt;br /&gt;"உச்சி வெய்யில் முத்தமோ", உஷ்ன மஞ்ஜளாம் -&lt;br /&gt;"இரவு முத்தம் யாவும்", காரிருளாம் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;தருவது நீ -&lt;br /&gt;பெற்றுக்கொள்வது நான் ,&lt;br /&gt;நந்தியாக வரும் வெட்கத்தை -&lt;br /&gt;விரட்டிவிடு..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;முத்தத்தின் தித்திப்பில் திசைமறந்து -&lt;br /&gt;மளிகைக்கடையில் ,&lt;br /&gt;“முத்தம் இரண்டுகிலோ வேண்டுமென்று”, உளரி -&lt;br /&gt;மானம் போகக்கண்டேன் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;காற்று வழி முத்தம் அனுப்புகையில் -&lt;br /&gt;பத்திரமாய் மூடி அனுப்பு ,&lt;br /&gt;விண்ணிலேயே தேன் கிடைப்பதால் -&lt;br /&gt;தேனீக்களெல்லாம் திருடிக்கொண்டுபோகிறது ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;இமைகள் படபடக்கின்றன ,&lt;br /&gt;உதடுகள் துடிக்கின்றன ;&lt;br /&gt;காதுகள் விடைக்கின்றன ...&lt;br /&gt;ஒற்றை முத்தத்தில் ,&lt;br /&gt;ஓறாயிரம் நிகழ்வுகள் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;உன் முத்தங்கள் யாவும் -&lt;br /&gt;மொத்தமாக கிடைத்தால் ,&lt;br /&gt;காசிக்கு போகாமலே -&lt;br /&gt;மோட்சமடைவேன்..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-1787300851359326481?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/1787300851359326481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=1787300851359326481' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1787300851359326481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1787300851359326481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_17.html' title='முத்தங்கள் யாவும் ..!'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-6645832622144439273</id><published>2009-02-10T07:09:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:03:16.387+05:30</updated><title type='text'>கண்ணக்குழியில் செய்த குழிப்பனியாரங்கள் ..!</title><content type='html'>வடைசுட்ட பாட்டி -&lt;br /&gt;அதைத்திருடிய அண்டங்காக்கா ,&lt;br /&gt;கதை பழையது என்றாலும் ,&lt;br /&gt;" நீ சொல்கையில் புதிதாய் இருக்கிறது".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;குழிப்பனியாரம் பிடிக்குமென்று -&lt;br /&gt;ஆசையாய் செய்துகொடுத்தாய் ,&lt;br /&gt;இரண்டு மட்டும் இனிப்பாய் இருந்தது,&lt;br /&gt;அவைமட்டும் உன் கண்ணக்குழியில் செய்தவையோ ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;எம்மொழியில் வேண்டுமானாலும் பேசிக்கொள் -&lt;br /&gt;எனக்குப் புரியும்,&lt;br /&gt;உன் பாவணை மட்டும் பார்ப்பதால் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;விடியற்காலையில்,&lt;br /&gt;அறைக்கண்ணால் விழித்து,&lt;br /&gt;அழகாய் சோம்பல் முறிக்கையில்;&lt;br /&gt;இன்னொரு கவிதைக்கு வித்திடுகிறாய் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;இப்படி ஒரு விடியல் கிடைப்பதால்தான் -&lt;br /&gt;சூரியன் சூடேரிப்போகிறது,&lt;br /&gt;தயவு செய்து -&lt;br /&gt;கொஞ்சம் தாமதமாய் கண்விழி ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ஓடியாடி வேலை பார்த்து -&lt;br /&gt;நீ உறங்கிபோகையில், உலகே ஓய்வெடுக்கிறது,&lt;br /&gt;அடுத்த நாள் விழிக்கையில் -&lt;br /&gt;குட்டிப்புயல் கிளம்பிவிட்டதென்று செய்தி வருகிறது ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அன்று ஓடை தாண்டுவதற்கு கரம்பிடித்தபொழுது -&lt;br /&gt;விட்டுவிடாதே என்றாய் ...&lt;br /&gt;இன்று பேருந்தில் நுழைவதற்கு -&lt;br /&gt;கரம் நீட்டுகையிலும் ,&lt;br /&gt;விட்டுவிடாதே என்றாய் ...&lt;br /&gt;நாளை எனைக் கைப்பிடிக்கையிலும் ,&lt;br /&gt;விட்டுவிடாதே என்பாய் ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;எனக்கு மட்டும்தான் தெரியும் ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ஓடையிலிருந்தே உன் கரம் பிடித்துக்கொண்டிருப்பது ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;தூசுபட்டு கலங்கிய கண்கள்கண்டு ,&lt;br /&gt;" ... அழாதடா ப்ளீஸ் -&lt;br /&gt;யாராச்சும் அழுதா கூட ,&lt;br /&gt;சேர்ந்து அழத்தான் தெரியும்,&lt;br /&gt;ஆறுதல் படுத்த தெரியாது ", எனும் -&lt;br /&gt;அப்பாவி பெண்ணாகவே இருக்கிறாய் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;எழுதிய கவிதையை ,&lt;br /&gt;உனக்கும், விகடனுக்கும் அனுப்பினேன் ...&lt;br /&gt;நல்லா இருக்குடா என்றாய் ,&lt;br /&gt;விகடனைப்பற்றி மறந்துவிட்டேன் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;கடல்பார்க்கப் போகையில் -&lt;br /&gt;அழகு குறைத்துச் செல் ,&lt;br /&gt;தேவதையென்று நினைத்து -&lt;br /&gt;அலையனைத்தும் உன் பின்னால் வந்துவிடும்,&lt;br /&gt;அப்புறம் ஊரே வெள்ளக்காடுதான் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;காற்றடித்தாலே -&lt;br /&gt;குளிர்கிறதென்கிறாய் ...&lt;br /&gt;உன் மடி பார்த்தாலே -&lt;br /&gt;தூக்கம் வருகிறதென்கிறேன் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அசைவம் வேண்டாம் -&lt;br /&gt;அந்த ஜீவன்கள் பாவமென்றாய் ...&lt;br /&gt;எனை மட்டும், தினம் தினம் -&lt;br /&gt;பார்வையாலேயே கொத்தித் தின்பது நியாயமோ ..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-6645832622144439273?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/6645832622144439273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=6645832622144439273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/6645832622144439273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/6645832622144439273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='கண்ணக்குழியில் செய்த குழிப்பனியாரங்கள் ..!'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-4613305054825454137</id><published>2009-02-05T00:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-05T01:33:52.266+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just keep me in your Prayers..!</title><content type='html'>For all those doubts,&lt;br /&gt;I ask now is "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ex miss me&lt;/span&gt;" ...&lt;br /&gt;For all those distance,&lt;br /&gt;I ask now is "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ex mile me&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand in the middle of train tracks -&lt;br /&gt;Look at them going off in the distance,&lt;br /&gt;Though not, but i believe -&lt;br /&gt;They meet up yonder a ways ...&lt;br /&gt;Just like both of us Stay apart -&lt;br /&gt;But close in the beat of Heart ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance does make the heart grow Fonder,&lt;br /&gt;You're my Best Friend Forever ...&lt;br /&gt;All that i want you is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just keep me in your Prayers..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hope this will make you want to reach out to those you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-4613305054825454137?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/4613305054825454137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=4613305054825454137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4613305054825454137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4613305054825454137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-keep-me-in-your-prayers.html' title='Just keep me in your Prayers..!'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-2827788725650163606</id><published>2009-02-02T21:01:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:30:27.284+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Left make it Right ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SYcUSSZcnrI/AAAAAAAAFzg/1JDId5wJfe4/s1600-h/Nadal_AudOpen_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298225791033450162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SYcUSSZcnrI/AAAAAAAAFzg/1JDId5wJfe4/s400/Nadal_AudOpen_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more hard fought final and one more true winner.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Nadal did it again and against Federer in the Aussie open Tennis final.&lt;br /&gt;The magical left hand did the trick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafa is always considered as best in grasscourt and weak against hard court. By lifting the australian open title, which is his 6th grandslam win proved what an excellent player he is, by adapting the game to suit all surfaces. He improved his service which is his weakness compared to his opponents, but federer seems like in his downfall and never looked like he spotted his own weakness and improved it. Might be players like Nadal, Murray, Verdasco, Djokovic improved their level to federer and going past beyond him and that made federer wondering what wrong he is doing to keep away from the 14th grandslam title to equal Sampras record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Federer is considered as legend, but nadal is emerging like a giant monster to go past against him. Federer had beaten the likes of Roddick, Safin, Hewitt, Philippoussis, Baghdatis and Gonzalez in Grand Slam finals… good players all, some very good, but none of those players could be called great, even though they have five Grand Slam titles between them. But Nadal won 3 titles in his 6 grandslams against Federer who is considered as great, that proves he is becoming great player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great players bring in something special. At some point during their career, they demonstrate skills and toughness that they are invincible. How long one does so is perhaps what determines whether that player has a claim to be one of the greatest.Federer has not looked confident facing Nadal. He is not going to beat Nadal by engaging in long baseline rallies. He has become too predictable for Nadal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, we are watching the greatest player ever (best shotmaker, genius control etc.) against the greatest athlete and mental competitor ever in tennis (plus incredible groundstrokes). these two are going to be regarded as 2 of the best ever. No doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadal is agressive player, but it's great to see that Nadal has a special respect for federer and always considered him as champion and legend. Nadal never jumped in joy or scream like anything after winning the matches against federer. This one character will be appreciated and respected by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SYcVFfFi4II/AAAAAAAAFzo/WLzfNbx_eTE/s1600-h/Nadal_AudOpen_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SYcVcgBa_CI/AAAAAAAAFzw/kZnDVyoYaO8/s1600-h/Nadal_AudOpen_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298227066001095714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SYcVcgBa_CI/AAAAAAAAFzw/kZnDVyoYaO8/s320/Nadal_AudOpen_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But Sad that Federer always take away Rafa's joy by crying like a baby. When Rafa lost the Wimbledon final in 2007 Rafa cried in the locker room and not in full view -which means he didn't take Federer glory away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Federer has done it once again by saddening Rafa and not allowing Rafa to take his full acclaim for all his hard work. He needs to sort himself out and act in a more professional manner. Human emotions has to be repected and its hard to digest the loss. By all means, cry but don't do it so dramatic that the crowd feel sorry for you and take away the joy from the winner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All set for the next Wimbledon Grandslam and the race will be among Nadal, Federer, Murray, Verdasco ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadal's era Continues... Go Rafa go ..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-2827788725650163606?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/2827788725650163606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=2827788725650163606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/2827788725650163606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/2827788725650163606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2009/02/left-make-it-right.html' title='Left make it Right ...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SYcUSSZcnrI/AAAAAAAAFzg/1JDId5wJfe4/s72-c/Nadal_AudOpen_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-8411197145300481769</id><published>2009-01-29T20:20:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:04:43.285+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Still Awake ???</title><content type='html'>It’s 10:10 in the evening and she happens to be online on gtalk with lights blazing green. So I think of buzzing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Still Awake?”&lt;br /&gt;“Done vyth d Dinner?’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I type in ‘Still awake?’ and then start thinking about it. I think for about a minute about pressing the enter key but something tells me I shouldn’t. So I get back to surf for PMP materials. Then after a few minutes I again see the green dot. Should I buzz? Ask her whether she is done vyth her dinner? Tell her what I think? So I type in ‘Still Awake?’ again and am just about to press the enter button when suddenly a friend buzzes me sending the materials that I needed. I thank him and curse him and get back to pressing enter. Something tells me I shouldn’t. I press escape instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10:30 I think about it again. Three times in last 15 minutes. It’s going the old way again, something I fear. Something I thought would never happen again. I click on the name in the list. I think about having a koffee. Its standard aftertake next to dinner. And anyway, I have my own cup of koffee at night nowadays (but that should have been done at around evening). I would buzz her after I have my koffee, I think. It’s foolish I know. At this point she might as well go offline any moment. But as if that forbidding voice inside me took me to the oven in the kitchen, I started preparing koffee. I come back at around 10:36. I type in ‘Still Awake?’ and am about to press enter. That voice inside my head grows stronger and so does the urge to talk to her. My battle continues when suddenly…she goes idle! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not good to buzz a girl at night when she might have retired to bed already. I think. And I get back to that material i was reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL: Don’t wait. Just do it if you think you are right. The voices in head are bullshit. It’s the voice of the heart which counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Just a minute after this post, she went green again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-8411197145300481769?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/8411197145300481769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=8411197145300481769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/8411197145300481769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/8411197145300481769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-awake.html' title='Still Awake ???'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-5075939840787538399</id><published>2009-01-28T06:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-28T06:37:57.783+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Republic Day ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SX-v6A-XtpI/AAAAAAAAFzA/0c1Wf9bRdi0/s1600-h/Flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SX-v6A-XtpI/AAAAAAAAFzA/0c1Wf9bRdi0/s400/Flag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296145098039867026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-5075939840787538399?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/5075939840787538399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=5075939840787538399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/5075939840787538399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/5075939840787538399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-republic-day.html' title='Happy Republic Day ...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SX-v6A-XtpI/AAAAAAAAFzA/0c1Wf9bRdi0/s72-c/Flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-3725839366791767605</id><published>2009-01-08T01:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:55:59.028+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ஒரு சாலையும் ஒரு தேவதையும், நானும்...</title><content type='html'>Inspired by a Song sequence in which a Girl dancing in the Rain ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;மழையில் நனைகிறதுன் மேலாடை ,&lt;br /&gt;சாலையெங்கும் வழிகிறது அழகு!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;எந்தவித தயக்கங்களும் இல்லாமல் யாருமில்லாத சுதந்திரத்தில் மழை நனைக்க, அழகு தெறிக்க சாலையில் ஓடி, நீ பேருந்து பிடிக்கும் அழகே  தனி அனுபவம்...அதுவும் அவள் மனதுக்கு நெருக்கமான தோழி ஒருத்தியாயிருக்கையில், இன்னும் அற்புதமான அனுபவமாகி விடுகிறது அது!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;மாலையில் வாடா என்றாய், மழைதான் வந்தது... உனைப்பார்க்க முடியவில்லை ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;மழையில் நனைய விட்டு அதன் அறிமுகம் செய்தவள் அவள்! தண்ணீர் பட்டாலே துடித்திப்போகிற வேற்று கிரக வாசியைப்பொல் இருந்த என்னை, இருள் சூழ்ந்த மாலையில், பனி படர்ந்த மழையில் நடக்க விட்டிருந்தாள்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;யாரோடும் அதிகம் பேசாத அவள் என்னை மட்டும் சேர்த்துக்கொண்டதில் சந்தோசப்பட்டுக்கொண்டிருந்த மனதை; மிக மென்மையான இயல்பு (அவள் எப்படி அவ்வளவு அழகாக புன்னகை சிந்துகிறாள் என்பது நான் இன்னமும் அதிசயிக்கிற விசயம்) வெகு நிதானமான பெண்மை, முடிவெடுக்கிற ஆற்றல், நிறைவான தோற்றம் என மொத்தமாய் மிக அதிகமாய் வன் முறைசெய்து கொண்டிருந்தாள் அவள்...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அதே போல் யாரொடும் அதிகம் பேசாத என்னை , நேரம் போவது தெரியாமல் பேசச்செய்வதவலும் அவளே. மறந்துபோன, மறைந்துபோன உயிர் தோழியை நினைவுபடுத்தியவளும் அவளே. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அழகு தெறிக்க,வளைவுகள் அதிர, பெண்மையின் இயல்பான வாசனைகளோடு, மழையில் நனைகிற அழகுகளோடு, மிக முக்கியமானதாய், அவசர கதியிலும்  என்னை தவிர்க்கவில்லை என்கிற மிக நெருக்கமானதான சினேகங்களோடும் என் நாட்களை அற்புதமாக்கிக்கொண்டிருந்தாள்...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;என்ன ஒரு சோகம் அவள் இருக்கும் இடத்தில் நான் இருக்கும் தவம் அல்லது வரம் எனக்கு இதுவரையும் கிடைக்கவில்லை, இனிமேலும் கிடைக்கப்போவதில்லை...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;உன்னைத்தொட்ட மழைத்துளிகள் -&lt;br /&gt;விழுந்த இடங்களில், &lt;br /&gt;வண்ணத்துப்பூச்சிகள்...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;காற்றில் கரைகிறது -&lt;br /&gt;உன்னில்பட்ட மழைத்துளிகள் ,&lt;br /&gt;சாலையெங்கும் பூவாசம்...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;நீ &lt;br /&gt;இந்தப்பக்கமாய் வருவாய் என்றே - &lt;br /&gt;யாருக்கும் வழிவிடாமல் காத்திருக்கிறது , &lt;br /&gt;உனது அலுவலக சாலை வழி! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;நீ -&lt;br /&gt;வீதியில்  வரும் வரை ,&lt;br /&gt;காத்திருந்து ஒளிர்கின்றன ...&lt;br /&gt;ஆங்காங்கே இருக்கிற  -&lt;br /&gt;சாலை விளக்குகள்..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;அவள் &lt;br /&gt;ஓடிக்களைத்தில் &lt;br /&gt;மூச்சு வாங்கிக்கொண்டிருக்கிறது&lt;br /&gt;காற்று! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt; பனி- &lt;br /&gt; பூத்திருக்கிறது சாலை ...&lt;br /&gt; அவள்- &lt;br /&gt; அலுவலகம் வருகிற -&lt;br /&gt; நேரத்திர்காக...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;அதிர்ந்து வளைகிற அழகுகளில் &lt;br /&gt;சிதறுகிறதென் கவனம்...&lt;br /&gt;உன் மேலாடையில் வழிகிற &lt;br /&gt;காற்றில் கரைகிறதென் சுவாசம்...&lt;br /&gt;கன்னங்களில் இழைகிற கூந்தல்கற்றைகளில் &lt;br /&gt;சிக்குகிறதென் கண்கள்...&lt;br /&gt;நீ இழுத்து விடுகிற மூச்சில் &lt;br /&gt;நிறைகிறதென் உயிர்!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;பின் குறிப்பு:&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;இத்தனை நெருக்கமான தோழியாய் இருந்தும் அவள் தினம் அதிகாலையில் சோம்பல் முறிப்பதை பார்க்கும் சந்தர்ப்பம் எனக்கு அமைந்திருக்கவில்லை. அது ஒரு மாதிரியான தவிப்பாகத்தான் இன்றளவும் இருக்கிறது.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;அவளை இப்பொழுது அதிகம் பார்ப்பதில்லை, நான் மழையில் நனைவதும் இல்லை... பின்னர் ஒருவேளை நிகழக்கூடும், நிலவொளியில் நிகழக்கூடும்... முன்பு நிகழ்திருக்கிறதைப்போலான தருனம்தான்... ஒரே வித்தியாசம், இப்பொழுது தோழியாக பார்க்கக்கூடும் ..!&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;காலம் மாற்றங்களை &lt;br /&gt;கவ்விக்கொண்டு பயணிக்கிறது...&lt;br /&gt;மாற்றங்கள் எதிர்பார்க்கப்படுகின்றன!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நட்புடன்,&lt;br /&gt;நான் ..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-3725839366791767605?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/3725839366791767605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=3725839366791767605' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3725839366791767605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3725839366791767605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='ஒரு சாலையும் ஒரு தேவதையும், நானும்...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-6640711059691218303</id><published>2008-12-23T10:29:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-30T02:02:22.254+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Curtain Raiser: Marley and Me</title><content type='html'>There are not too many movies I can't wait for the DVD to come out but this is one I’ll have to see in the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the curtain raiser for a much awaited movie &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Marley and Me”,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; releasing on Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a bittersweet story which brings all those pleasant memories of your beloved dog but the sad moments too. This is not only a story about World's Worst Dog and its funny facts, but also portrays how a dog plays a role in a life of a family which brings happiness and sorrow to them and how a beloved pet can be an integral part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was literally cried on reading the last 2 episodes of the novel and am pretty sure this is going to happen again on last half hour or couple of minutes of the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not talking about just a tear or two welling up — also talking abt grown men and women snuffling and sobbing uncontrollably, then dashing from the theater before the lights come up to avoid making eye contact with all the other blubbering saps. Seeing the ending, in all its horrifically sad detail, is bad enough if you're a grown-up (and a dog person).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a little kid expecting a happy puppy movie, "Marley &amp;amp; Me" could cause serious trauma requiring hours of therapy and many scoops of ice cream to repair :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, think the movie might be useful for younger people starting out in life, ones who have yet to learn the crushing, horrible truths of undying dog love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also "Marley &amp;amp; Me" could prove to be the ultimate date movie...Girls, "If his eyes are dry when the lights come up, dump him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marley is just all sort of nonsense ...consumes sofas, eats dry-wall, drinks from toilets, overturns garbage, breaks everything and swallows a valuable necklace...at the end that is what makes your puppy special :-)...Marley's erratic and explosive activities will supply all the suspense, action and drama. Better watch all those fun in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was keep tracking of the movie shooting and its proceedings and these were some funny incidents mentioned in "Behind the scenes" scoop..."The first day on set Jennifer Aniston looked over and saw the star of the movie, Clyde, who plays Marley, chewing her purse and turned to the trainer for help and they were just praising Clyde 'good dog' and paying him with a treat," Director Frankel said. "We just wanted Clyde always to misbehave, to be as rambunctious, rascally, surprising, energetic and funny as possible. Just like all of our dogs -- they are just a lot of trouble. All the joy is worth all of the trouble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anybody who read the book, you’ll know how this movie ends. But even if you hadn’t, it doesn’t take the detective inside you to figure out what’s going to happen...And don’t forget to bring a few tissues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a Mischievous Treat for all the pet lovers and for the adults too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have fun on Christams vyth ur Family and Marley...Merry Christmas to all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;P.S:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It brings back all those sweet memories of my crazy little puppy "Snoopy". Miss you Snoopy :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-6640711059691218303?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/6640711059691218303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=6640711059691218303' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/6640711059691218303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/6640711059691218303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/12/curtain-raiser-marley-and-me.html' title='Curtain Raiser: Marley and Me'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-6186856543092143821</id><published>2008-12-08T20:03:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:59:58.753+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Qns ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/ST01FJPM6UI/AAAAAAAAFmQ/WG1pgVHAPOs/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277432700843387202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/ST01FJPM6UI/AAAAAAAAFmQ/WG1pgVHAPOs/s320/christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time for Christmas, we singing for the world...&lt;br /&gt;Let's live together, in harmony...&lt;br /&gt;It's time for Christmas; it's time to heal the world...&lt;br /&gt;Let's come together, it's Christmas time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its time for Fun with the Holiday Qns. Send your answers to my mail &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;prabhuc14@gmail.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most correct answers and the kvik replies will get a surprise Santa Gift :-)...&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pinky Swear!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Merry Quizmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Holiday Qns:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Which ocean is Christmas Island located in?&lt;br /&gt;a) Atlantic b) Pacific c) Indian d) Arctic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color crab is the most obvious of the species on Christmas Island?&lt;br /&gt;a) Red b) Green c) Blue d) Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the official language on Christmas Island?&lt;br /&gt;a) Malay b) French c) Spanish d) English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What type of climate does Christmas Island have?&lt;br /&gt;a) Snow b) Rainforest c) Desert d) Swamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What hemisphere do penguins live in?&lt;br /&gt;a) Northern b) Southern c) Eastern d) Western&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Pure snow is made of?&lt;br /&gt;a) Frozen rain b) Ice Pellets c) Snow Crystals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Guess these Christmas Words&lt;br /&gt;i) NADNCE CANY ii) RCEIAKTFU iii) EDERNRIE iv) HNPREOLOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When playing outside in the winter you must wear?&lt;br /&gt;a) A Baseball Cap b) A Fedora c) Sun Glasses d) A Toque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What Disney Princess was graced with the "Gift of Song"?&lt;br /&gt;a) Aurora b) Belle c) Snow White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A Princess might eat a delicious dessert called a "Subtleties". What were they sculpted in the form of?&lt;br /&gt;a) Animals and Heroes b) Knights and Horses c) Castles and Bridges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A Princesses beautiful gown was often made of?&lt;br /&gt;a)Linen, Silk and Velvet b)Linen, Silk and Burlap c)Linen, Silk and Straw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The time starts now …&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-6186856543092143821?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/6186856543092143821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=6186856543092143821' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/6186856543092143821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' target='_blank'&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/11/part-2.html' target='_blank'&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;என்னடா இந்நேரத்துக்கு -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;காலை வணக்கம் சொல்கிறாயென்றாய் ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;உனைப்பார்த்த பின்னர்தானே -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;எனது நாள் துவங்குகிறது ..! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;எனக்கும் 'F9' keyக்கும் சண்டை ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;உன் மடலுக்கு காத்திருந்து காத்திருந்து -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outlookல் 'F9' ஐ சதா தட்டியதால் -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;அதற்கு தலைவலிக்கிறதாம் ..! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;எப்படா கிளம்புவே என்றதர்க்கு ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ஆறு மணிக்கு என்றாய் ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;பேய்கள் எல்லாம் '12 மனிக்கு'தானே கிளம்புமென்றதர்க்கு ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;பேயைப்போல் பாவனைசெய்து பயப்படுத்தினாய் ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;எப்படிச்செய்தாலும் எனக்கு நீ தேவதைதான் ..! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;உனை பார்த்துவிட்டுப்போகலாமென -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;எண்ணிக்கொண்டிருந்தேன் ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;எப்படித்தான் தெரிந்ததோ -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;என்னோடு மழையும் சேர்ந்துகொண்டது ..! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;குடை தளர்த்தி -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;கொஞ்சம் தரிசனம் கொடு ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ஊரிலுள்ள மழையனைத்தும் -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;உனைப்பார்க்கத்தான் ஆசை ஆசையாய் பெய்கிறது ..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;அந்த மழை அழகா -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;மழையில் நனையும் நீ அழகா ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;பார்க்கலாமென ஒடோடி வந்தேன் ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;அதற்குள் அவசரமாய் கிளம்பிவிட்டாய் ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;குடைமடக்கி பேருந்தினில் நுழைந்தாய் ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;இடைப்பட்ட தருணத்தில் உனைப்பார்த்த மழை ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" நான் பார்த்துவிட்டேன், நான் பார்த்துவிட்டேன் " , என்று சத்தம் போட்டதை -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;சோகத்தோடு பார்த்துக்கொண்டிருந்தேன் ..! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;அந்த பொண்ணு அழகாய் இருக்கிறாளென்று -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;உன்னிடம் காட்டுகையில் ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;அவசரப்படேல் நண்பாவென்று மிறட்டி ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;அவ்வப்போது என் அம்மாவாகவும் -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;அவதாரமெடுக்கும் அதிசயம் நீ ..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-4826289666223928972?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/4826289666223928972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=4826289666223928972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4826289666223928972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4826289666223928972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/11/part-3.html' title='தேவதைகளின் இருப்பிடம் - Part 3'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-1374191487668868065</id><published>2008-11-25T01:20:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:18:19.820+05:30</updated><title type='text'>தேவதைகளின் இருப்பிடம் - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' target='_blank'&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/11/part-3.html' target='_blank'&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SSsFu5QJoWI/AAAAAAAAFlw/DWurp2SdZRQ/s1600-h/Poems_2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272314091967979874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SSsFu5QJoWI/AAAAAAAAFlw/DWurp2SdZRQ/s320/Poems_2_2.jpg" 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/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-1374191487668868065?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/1374191487668868065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=1374191487668868065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1374191487668868065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1374191487668868065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/11/part-2.html' title='தேவதைகளின் இருப்பிடம் - Part 2'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SSsFu5QJoWI/AAAAAAAAFlw/DWurp2SdZRQ/s72-c/Poems_2_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-6613857981206696548</id><published>2008-11-11T09:41:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:09:29.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Snoopy's First Anniversary</title><content type='html'>It's exactly a year ago on Nov 14, my sweet little Pup left me alone in this physical world. Snoopy is such a best friend who is very loyal, naughty with full of energy. He is little bit cranky too and i loved that character a lot. He did not deserve to die so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new pet called Sachin now, but snoopy is the best ever friend i have in my life. Snoopy is very jealous guy who always stays with me and never allow any other person to share the love. I suffered a lot during the days whn my Niece was born. I have to spend time with her instead of spending time with snoopy.Snoopy was very jealous during these days and we always have silly fights when i turn back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emotional reaction to the death of a pet is determined by our degree of involvement with that animal. The mourning for a pet can be far more intense than for a human. The pain you are experiencing after your pet’s death is real and even crippling emotionally. You are actually mourning the death of a very close member of your immediate family. In many ways, the pet becomes an extension of our own personality. Who has not experienced that special sense of awareness and greeting when we put the key in the lock and open the door? Coming home is a major event — no matter how long we were away. We had become so used to anticipating our pet’s welcome when we arrived, but now it is insanely silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death of a beloved pet is traumatic. Our pets have become significant members of the families. They are considered our adopted children, our brothers and sisters. Only those who have suffered such a loss can truly know the heartache and pain it produces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;There is an old story called Rainbow Bridge:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Snoopy is living happily there, eagerly waiting for the day to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny how a small, stupid, dumb white mass of fur can touch you for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss You Snoopy ..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-6613857981206696548?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/6613857981206696548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=6613857981206696548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/6613857981206696548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/6613857981206696548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/11/snoopys-first-anneversary.html' title='Snoopy&apos;s First Anniversary'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-4948799728847629413</id><published>2008-11-06T21:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:16:06.199+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mittu: Tale of a Parrot</title><content type='html'>( Had a story about a "Tale of Parrot" in mind and thought of writing it over a long period of time. I was sharing this with my friends and everyone has different opinions and conclusion. Few want it to be a happy ending and some accepted  whtevr i hv narrated. Thanks to my frnd deepa for helping out to bring the story live and well written...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari walked quickly towards the bus stand,cursing the manager who had kept him back with some extra work just given just before he started to leave for the day.He hated extra tasks,especially the ones that were given after 5.30pm.Well,who liked them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slowed down near the Bhai's chai shop,where he would stop for his usual cup of tea and then wait for the 6.30 bus to take him home.Today,it would have to be the 7.30 one.He called out to Bhai for the usual cup of tea,then sat down on the old bench in front of the shop.As he sat there looking at passersby,a small bird came and sat beside him-a parrot.He was at first a little surprised to find that the bird had sat beside him without any fear,but he reasoned later that it might have escaped from some house.It stood looking at him with curious eyes,just as a kid would look at an animal in the zoo.He was amused by the thought,and laughed aloud.Immediately came the booming voice of Bhai from the teashop-"What happened,Haribhai?Won't you share the joke with us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave bhai an embarassed smile and proceeded to look angrily at the bird,but there was something in its eyes which tranformed his anger into a soft simple look,and later to a smile.He and the parrot looked at each other awhile,then it flew away.He had his tea and went home,thinking about the parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day,he was late and in a foul temper because his boss had just told him that he would have to stay back everyday for the whole of next month.As he sat at the tea-shop bench,he heard the soft flutter of wings beside him.Sure enough,there was the little bird looking at him through its round,inquisitive eyes!Somehow,he felt comforted by its presence.He started a mental conversation with the bird,communicating silently with it.To his surprise,the bird sat there through the entire course of the coversation,reacting in ways which seemed to him as being appropriate to his flow of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely,the bird became his cherished companion during his brief halt at the tea-shop.He would sometimes carry a chilli in his pocket to give Mittu(for that's what he named his winged mate) , watching as it ate up the surprise gift and looked at him gratefully before flying away.He would tell his five year old son Balu about his encounter with Mittu and it became a kind of bedtime tale for him,one which never ended and never lost its charm because it was so different each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,this ended him in unexpected trouble as Balu,by nature an adamant kid used to having his way,started telling him that he too wanted to play with Mittu and his Dad should somehow bring the parrot home.Mittu's friend could not even think of such a thing as imprisoning his beloved friend ,but utimately the loving father in Hari won the tug of war between his emotions.He decided that Mittu would be happier at his home than in the dusty road near the tea-shop ,where somebody might catch it or some predator may make its mid-day meal out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day,he went to the tea-shop as usual,but there was none of the usual joy in his heart.He dsimissed his thoughts and concentrated on his plans to catch the bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As luck would have it,the bird did not turn up that day-as if it had guessed his thoughts and decided to keep away form him.The next day,he left early from his office,hoping that Mittu might turn up early.But Mittu was no longer there.He missed the bird now-the soft flutter of its wings,the comfort of a silent companion with whom he could share his thoughts,the innocence of its round eyes regarding him as someone special.With the bird,he was indeed a special person,not just one of the millions who went about the world and worked in jobs that could easily have been done by anyone else,men without an identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days passed by,Mittu passed into oblivion.The usual chores and troubles of life ensured that he was kept busy,if not happy.But Balu never forgot the bird,as he no longer had his supply of bedtime stories.He kept pestering Daddy to buy him a bird,a talking bird.Finally,Hari went to the nearby bazaar and bought him a parrot-a small bird in a big,blue painted cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balu was excited by the arrival of the bird and would not leave its side even for a while.It took quite an effort to drag him to school when the holidays were over and the school re-opened. The bird was quite normal,except in one significant way.Every day,around 7'o clock ,it would flap its wings excitedly,making a frantic attempt to come out of the cage,even hurting its beak once in the process.And it used to fall silent whenever it saw Hari.Hari,on the other hand,never cast a second glance at the bird which had been his companion for a short while in his long life. After all,he was a human with a long life and a short memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-4948799728847629413?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/4948799728847629413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=4948799728847629413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4948799728847629413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4948799728847629413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/11/mittu-tale-of-parrot.html' title='Mittu: Tale of a Parrot'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-2941452009531669880</id><published>2008-11-03T21:44:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:19:30.894+05:30</updated><title type='text'>தேவதைகளின் இருப்பிடம் ..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;புதுத்தோழி கிடைத்த சந்தோஷத்தில் ,&lt;br /&gt;மறந்துவிட்டேனென்று -&lt;br /&gt;என் இராமன் கோபித்துக்கொண்டான் ...&lt;br /&gt;அவளுக்கும் உனைத்தான் பிடிக்குமென்று -&lt;br /&gt;அழகாய் பொய்சொல்லி சமாளித்தேன் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அவளுக்கும் துளசிமாலை பிடிக்குமெனச்சொல்லி -&lt;br /&gt;பேச்சை மாற்றினேன் ,&lt;br /&gt;என் கடவுளுக்கு பிடித்ததே -&lt;br /&gt;உனக்கும் பிடிக்கிறதென்று அவளிடம் சொன்னாயாயென்று ,&lt;br /&gt;இராமன் வம்பிழுத்தான்..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;தேவதைகளின் இருப்பிடம் தெரியுமாவென்று -&lt;br /&gt;இராமனிடம் கேட்டேன் ,&lt;br /&gt;தெரிந்துகொண்டே கேட்காதே -&lt;br /&gt;காற்று வரட்டும் கிளம்பு என்றான் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;பாட்டியின் கதைகளில்தான் -&lt;br /&gt;தேவதையைபற்றி கேட்டுள்ளேன் ...&lt;br /&gt;இப்படித்தான் இருக்குமென்று ,&lt;br /&gt;இன்றுதான் கண்டுகொன்டேன் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நிலவுக்கு வயது -&lt;br /&gt;இருபது கோடி ஆண்டுகளாம் ...&lt;br /&gt;எனக்கு தெரிந்து -&lt;br /&gt;25 வயதுதானே ஆகிறது ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;முதல் சந்திப்பில் ,&lt;br /&gt;முத்துக்களாய் உதிர்த்த வார்த்தைகள் -&lt;br /&gt;நியாபகம் உள்ளதா என்றாய் ...&lt;br /&gt;முகத்தை பார்ப்பதிலேயே ,&lt;br /&gt;முழு நேரத்தையும் செலவழித்ததை -&lt;br /&gt;எப்படிச்சொல்வேன் உன்னிடம் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;திருவிழாவிற்கு எல்லோரும் அலங்காரம் செய்கையில் ,&lt;br /&gt;நீ மட்டும் அழகை குறைத்துக்கொண்டிருந்தாய் ?&lt;br /&gt;சாமியைவிட சற்றுகுறைவான அழகில் -&lt;br /&gt;இருக்கவேண்டுமென்ற நல்லெண்ணத்தில் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;எனக்குப்பிடித்த புத்தகம் கேட்டதற்க்கு ,&lt;br /&gt;சந்திக்கும்பொழுது தருகிறேன் என்றாய் ...&lt;br /&gt;புத்தகம் கேட்டதே ,&lt;br /&gt;உனைப்பார்க்கத்தானென்று அறியாமல் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;இந்தப்புத்தகம் வாங்க -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;இந்தியா செல்லவேண்டுமென்றாய் ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;அடிப்போடி பைத்தியம் ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;அடுத்த தெருவிலிருக்கும் '&lt;strong&gt;Starbucks&lt;/strong&gt;'ல் சந்திக்கத்தானென்று -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;உண்மை சொன்னேன்..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;இந்தக்கவிதையெல்லாம் உபயோகமாக - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;தோழியொருவள் கிடைக்குமாவென்று யோசித்தேன் ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;நானிருக்க நீயெதற்க்கு யோசிக்கவேண்டுமென்று - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;திட்டித்தீர்த்தாய் ..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;கவிதைவர காரணம் கேட்டாய் ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;காதல்கொள்வதால் வரலாமென்றேன் , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;கிறுக்குப்பிடித்தாலும் வருமென்று நக்கலடித்தாய் ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;காதலும் ஓர் கிறுக்குத்தனம்தானடி ..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;காபி வரட்டும் , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;தலையில் கொட்டுகிறேன் என்றாய் ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ஏற்கனவே , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;காதல் தேனீ கொட்டிவிட்டது ..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;போதும் விளையாட்டு - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;புறப்படலாம் என்றாய் , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;நிஜமாகவே ஏதேனும் விளையாடலாமென்றேன் ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;என் விளையாட்டுப்பொருளே நீயெனச்சொல்லி -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ஏமாற்றி வென்றுவிடுகிறாய் ..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;முதன்முதலாய் தோல்விகளை - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;நேசிக்க கற்றுக்கொண்டேன் , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;வென்றது நீயென்பதால் ..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;என்னடா ஒன்றுமே பேசாமல் வருகிறாயென்றாய் ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ஆர்ப்பாட்ட பேச்சுக்கள் வேண்டாம், &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;அழகிய புன்னகைகூட வேண்டாம் , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;அருகில் அமர்ந்து வா போதும் ..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;எனையும் உன் வீட்டிற்கு - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;அழைத்துப்போ என்றாய் ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;பூஜையறைக்கு இன்னொரு சாமி சிலை - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;வாங்கி வருவதாய் அம்மாவிற்கு செய்தியனுப்பினேன் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/11/part-2.html' target='_blank'&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt; --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/11/part-3.html' target='_blank'&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt; --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-2941452009531669880?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/2941452009531669880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=2941452009531669880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/2941452009531669880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/2941452009531669880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='தேவதைகளின் இருப்பிடம் ..!'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-3941089731628429431</id><published>2008-10-30T04:13:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-30T05:03:59.120+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm Matured :-)</title><content type='html'>For those &lt;strong&gt;sweet&lt;/strong&gt; stupids and idiots who always tease me as kid... I'M matured, yes i am :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hv been to india for 2 weeks of vacation and met my sister cum friend after long time and had a few chat abt her wrk, marriage life and her kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thn bck to hartford and continued my wrk ...one fine day i got a mail frm her... and this is the proof of concept for the words i mentioned in the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;Hei booth ...&lt;br /&gt;Tx for spending few mts in b/w ur busy vacation ... blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to see you this time. Hmm you are quite matured man (u r already matured guy but i meant abt your other part of childish character, which is misisng this time)You talked less, listened more. no jokes ... no talks abt chocolates, cartoons, comics, pets . no PJ's ...completely diff frm the short sweet little kid (ofcourse brothers r always kids for their sisters na) which i saw u on the initial days in cognizant (Crazy, nonstop loda loda full of energy and enthu...)...nyway gud for u and all :-)&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not 100% sure whether i'm matured enuf :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-3941089731628429431?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/3941089731628429431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=3941089731628429431' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3941089731628429431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3941089731628429431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-matured.html' title='I&apos;m Matured :-)'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-4855312338054873454</id><published>2008-10-24T04:02:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-30T03:57:34.676+05:30</updated><title type='text'>என் வீடு வா, என்னோடு வாழ வா …</title><content type='html'>கடல் நீளம் பெரியது ,&lt;br /&gt;அதனால்தான் கப்பல் தந்தான் …&lt;br /&gt;வாழ்க்கை மிக கஷ்டம் ,&lt;br /&gt;அதை மாற்றவே உனைத்தந்தான் ...&lt;br /&gt;சம்மதமென்றால் :&lt;br /&gt;என் வீடு வா, என்னோடு வாழ வா ..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-4855312338054873454?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/4855312338054873454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=4855312338054873454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4855312338054873454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4855312338054873454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_24.html' title='என் வீடு வா, என்னோடு வாழ வா …'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-2323039778936685920</id><published>2008-10-14T01:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:29:36.217+05:30</updated><title type='text'>இப்படித்தான் இரவு பிறந்ததோ ..!</title><content type='html'>ஊரனைத்தும் உன் பின்னால் ,&lt;br /&gt;பித்துப்பிடித்து அலைகிறது ...&lt;br /&gt;அது எப்படி ஒன்றும் தெரியாதவள்போல் -&lt;br /&gt;சாந்தமுகமாய் செல்கிறாய் ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நகரும் பூவின் ,&lt;br /&gt;நருமணம் உணரமுடியாமல் தவிக்கிறது -&lt;br /&gt;வண்ணத்துப்பூச்சி ,&lt;br /&gt;கொஞ்ச நேரம் ஓரிடத்தில் நின்றுகொண்டிரு ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;உன் ஒற்றைச்சோம்பலில் ,&lt;br /&gt;என் இதயம் -&lt;br /&gt;ஓராயிரம் சில்லுக்களாய் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"எப்படா வருவ", என்ற -&lt;br /&gt;உன் வினாவிற்கு ,&lt;br /&gt;அடுத்த மாதமென்று சொல்லி ;&lt;br /&gt;உன் - ஆசையில் மண் தூற்றுவதைவிட ;&lt;br /&gt;நாளையே வந்துவிடுவேனென்று, ஏமாற்றுவது மேல் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;குலதெய்வ கோவிலுக்கு போகலாமென்றார்கள் ...&lt;br /&gt;உன்னை ஒருமுறை சுற்றிவந்து ,&lt;br /&gt;நேர்த்திக்கடன் முடிந்ததென்று சொன்னேன் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;உன்னில் நனைவதர்க்காகவே ,&lt;br /&gt;மழை வருகிறது ...&lt;br /&gt;குடை விட்டெறிந்து ,&lt;br /&gt;குதூகலம் அணிந்துகொள் .&lt;br /&gt;மோட்சமடையட்டும் மழை ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ஒரு ஊரில் இரண்டு தேவதைகள் ", என்று -&lt;br /&gt;பாட்டி கதைசொல்ல ஆரம்பிக்கையில் ,&lt;br /&gt;பொய் சொல்லாதே ஒரு தேவதைதானென்று ,&lt;br /&gt;ஓரக்கண்ணால் உனைப்பார்த்து சிரித்தேன் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;உள்ளூர் மாப்பிள்ளை வேண்டாமென -&lt;br /&gt;உன் தகப்பன் சொல்லக்கேட்டு ,&lt;br /&gt;அடுத்த நாளே அனைவரும் -&lt;br /&gt;பக்கத்து ஊருக்கு குடிபெயர்ந்தனர் ...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நீ சிரிக்கையில் உலகமும் சிரிக்கிறது விளையாடுகையில்,&lt;br /&gt;உனக்கு துணையாக வருகிறது .&lt;br /&gt;நீ உறங்கப்போகையில் - உலகே அமைதியாகிவிடுகிறது.&lt;br /&gt;இப்படித்தான் இரவு பிறந்ததோ ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அதிர்ஷ்டக் கற்கள் -&lt;br /&gt;இருக்கிறதா தெரியாது ...&lt;br /&gt;நீ தொடும் கற்கள் அனைத்தும் ,&lt;br /&gt;அதிர்ஷ்டம் படைத்தவைதான் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;உன்வீட்டு நாய்க்குட்டி மட்டும் ,&lt;br /&gt;வளரவே மாட்டேன் என்கிறது ?&lt;br /&gt;பிறகுதான் விளங்கியது ,&lt;br /&gt;குட்டிகளைத்தான் நீ கொஞ்சுகிறாயாம் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;என்வீட்டு காக்கை மட்டும் -&lt;br /&gt;கொஞ்சம் வினோதமானது !&lt;br /&gt;உன் வருகையை மட்டும் எதிர்பார்த்து -&lt;br /&gt;கரைந்து கொண்டிருக்கிறது ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ஊர்சுற்றி கச்சேரி நடத்தும் -&lt;br /&gt;குயில் கூட்டமனைத்தும் ,&lt;br /&gt;உன்வீட்டு கூரையில் வாயடைத்த நிலையில் -&lt;br /&gt;நீ பேசுவதை கேட்டுக்கொண்டிருக்கின்றன ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;திருவிழாவிற்கு எல்லோரும் அலங்காரம் செய்கையில் ,&lt;br /&gt;நீ மட்டும் அழகை குறைத்துக்கொண்டிருந்தாய் ?&lt;br /&gt;சாமியைவிட சற்றுகுறைவான அழகில் ,&lt;br /&gt;இருக்கவேண்டுமென்ற நல்லெண்ணத்தில் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;வெளியூருக்கு சென்று திரும்புகையில் ,&lt;br /&gt;உனக்காக குச்சி மிட்டாய் வாங்கிவந்ததை கிண்டலடித்தாய் ...&lt;br /&gt;எத்தனை வயதானாலும் ,&lt;br /&gt;எனக்கு நீ குழந்தைதான் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;கடல்பார்க்க போகையில் -&lt;br /&gt;மறந்துபோய் வா என்று கூப்பிட்டுவிடாதே ;&lt;br /&gt;உள்செல்லும் அலையனத்தும் உன் பின்னால் வந்துவிடும் ...&lt;br /&gt;அப்புறம் ஊரே வெள்ளக்காடுதான் ..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-2323039778936685920?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/2323039778936685920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=2323039778936685920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/2323039778936685920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/2323039778936685920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_14.html' title='இப்படித்தான் இரவு பிறந்ததோ ..!'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-4218413554249732803</id><published>2008-08-14T20:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:08:59.847+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day ...</title><content type='html'>Freedom is not merely the opportunity to do as one pleases; neither is it merely the opportunity to choose between set alternatives. Freedom is, first of all, the chance to formulate the available choices, to argue over them -- and then, the opportunity to choose. So let’s celebrate the true essence of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is India, sixty-one years after Independence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say India is shining, others will tell you, India is incredible, India is the nation to reckon with in the future, but this India is still far from where she could and should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows where India stands now and what has to be done to take it to future as a developed nation.  Let we do our part and the future decides our stand. So I don’t want to debate or discuss those issues. This page is just to wish all my fellow citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But definitely India’s indirect strength is its family oriented culture and India will be strong enough to withstand all sorts of issues until the family oriented culture remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the country which Rules the world and the future is not far away …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all my Fellow citizens, a very Happy and Memorable Independence Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-4218413554249732803?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/4218413554249732803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=4218413554249732803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4218413554249732803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4218413554249732803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-independence-day.html' title='Happy Independence Day ...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-3942224652360426906</id><published>2008-07-23T22:49:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:57:07.164+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When you are Lost ?</title><content type='html'>Once the college days got over, all your friends will be moved to different part of the world for the jobs, some get married and busy with life...When days and years passes, slowly we lose touch and cant maintain the contact vyth everyone. Only few of the Best friends will be in the bucket list of contacts.Later when you become more responsible person both in job and life, you'll be drawing your own circle and its tough to come out though you are trying to get away.Sometimes they are just not around when you need them...it is quite an unfortunate situation if you are not hooked yet... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was infact in such a situation couple of times, for me i found my kinda friends a lot from college to office...And as i am a freak out kinda guy, i used to be there with friends always and never want to be alone...and being abroad it is more difficult to be in touch. I simply do not know what to do. I miss all my childhood friends, school friends, college friends. Forget to wish my friends on their birthdays, wedding anniversaries etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you will feel that you have nobody to fall back on at your work place, although they may be sweet and nice, they would not take a stab in thier chest when there is a need to...I believe that I had such friends...the true ones, the special ones...but all of us have lost touch or have very little touch with one another...This will happen to your friends too and they might find difficult to contact you... This is where you should think practically...You shouldnt feel that they are ignoring you. They might have their own problems and concerns but they definitely have a place in their heart.Wait for them or forgot abt the ego and you take the initiative to make a call...It will hurt sometimes when there is no answer...Dont worry buddy, time will heal it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all can take the present situation as an opportunity to open up and meet new ppl in life and be happy with the old ppl whoever still bothers to be in touch with u till now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys ever faced such a thing...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Make a wishlist of your friends and give a surprise call or visit them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-3942224652360426906?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/3942224652360426906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=3942224652360426906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3942224652360426906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3942224652360426906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-you-are-lost.html' title='When you are Lost ?'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-4426537659273882083</id><published>2008-07-16T18:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:09:58.963+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Miracles do happen if you believe in Love.</title><content type='html'>It was yet another Rainy evening in Hartford. A Nescafe and a Chilli Bhajji will add perfect ecstasy to the lovely weather.Made a coffee (Forgot about Chilli Bhajji as no ingredients avail) and sat on the window corner to look at the passing vehicles by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a small pond formed due to recent rains on the steep slope of nearby Freeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green grass and the yellow flowers with the water droplets on them is a real scenic beauty. Thought of having a walk on the road and sop for a moment in the rain but changed the mind by forecasting the cold and fever bcoz of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment i saw 2 cute Squirrels playing each other, jumping on the pond and tree nearby. They are usually bigger one compared to squirrels seen in India. After couple of minutes one of the squirrels which look bigger than other climbed on the tree to get away from the rain for a while. The sparrow in the tree looks angry bcoz of the squirrel peeked in there. While the other one though it is smaller but very active, continued to play and seems like trying to practice swimming on the stream of water flowing there. Suddenly it got struck on the bush in the water and not able to move further. It tried harder to move his body but not able to. Slowly the water level increased and squirrel will get drown in couple of minutes if it won’t move away soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel its lungs heating up due to inadequate dosage of oxygen in every breath. The way to the nearby tree was ajar. It looks like it was drifting back and forth from consciousness. Unable to bare the fear of death, it tried his level best to get away but its body got struck in the bush. I felt like running hard and help the squirrel but the steep hole there looks like I can’t get into that deep stream of water. Literally I felt helpless and guilty of that. The showers increased further and the other squirrel in the tree was shivering due to chillness and settled in a curvature between two branches leaving it not aware of the happening on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I saw the Miracle. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sparrow in the tree started amusing the squirrel in the tree. It was trying to bite the squirrel with its beak and pulling its tail. Squirrel started chasing sparrow and it fly away to nearby branch. Again it started flying on top of the squirrel's head. Now the chase began again. Sparrow flies down to the tree and the squirrel followed down but it just stays below the tree due to rain. Sparrow did the irritating thing again and again and flies near to the pond. Squirrel started chasing the sparrow again. I was feeling the intention of sparrow now. I don’t know whether the sparrow's act was intentional or it’s just playing with the squirrel. It made me curious to see without worrying about the Hot Nescafe becoming Cold Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the sparrow almost flies near to the bush where the other squirrel got struck and bites that squirrel’s tail too. The chasing squirrel saw this incident and looks like it got shocked of the horrible scene. It ran to the bush and was trying to peek in. The bush got some thorny sticks and slippery fungus plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speed of stream water increases and it looks like both squirrels will get drowned in the water. Couple of minutes later, the bigger one finally peeked inside the bush and tried to pull the other ones tail but not able to. It was trying hard and moved here and there tensed and sniffing something on the other ones head. I was searching the sparrow, but it was not seen. I prayed god for the happy ending of this incident. Finally the bigger squirrel started biting and pulling the bush and succeeded in removing few and now it started pulling the other ones tail by its mouth. I saw it slowly pulling it out of bush. The bigger one looks like motivated and started pulling it harder now and to my surprise it literally pulled the other one out of bush and brought it to the top of the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It very carefully licked the other squirrel (don’t know exactly whether its licking or biting softly to bring consciousness), sat beside it, laid its bushy tail on its body to cover and make it warmth, it was rolling on the other squirrels body, puling its tail and the next thing I knew, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was Alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I saw the squirrel doing something out of happiness. I just punched my hand on the air. They both ran and climbed on the tree. I read such things only in the story, but literally seeing live. Wow what a gr8 miracle I saw in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everything happened was Gods act. Did the sparrow really tried to help squirrel or just played and had fun with squirrel. Anyway it shows god still has hope of remains of Love in this cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident however opened new insights. Yet again, love proved itself as the most outstanding healer. My falling belief about love being a weakling in the tech world has been crushed. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;After all, Miracles do happen if you believe in Love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-4426537659273882083?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/4426537659273882083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=4426537659273882083' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4426537659273882083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4426537659273882083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/07/miracles-do-happen-if-you-believe-in.html' title='Miracles do happen if you believe in Love.'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-321677236995717013</id><published>2008-06-19T01:39:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:02:21.974+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Forgive me Sachin ..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SFl4YjYJyxI/AAAAAAAADSI/xiYPshufXc4/s1600-h/Pup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213330406866799378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SFl4YjYJyxI/AAAAAAAADSI/xiYPshufXc4/s320/Pup.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ve arrived ... my first breath ...&lt;br /&gt;It was my first glimpses of blurred colors...There is a light ahead, but not able to see ...&lt;br /&gt;My first day in earth...Difficult to open my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Where am I now?&lt;br /&gt;Mum?&lt;br /&gt;Are you there?&lt;br /&gt;I feel hungry? Am i alone or i have siblings ?&lt;br /&gt;Yes i have ...&lt;br /&gt;I feel the warmth of my siblings ( yet to know whether its my brother or sister as i am yet to open my eyes fully)&lt;br /&gt;hei whoz that ? someone is licking my ears...eyes... limbs...i feel so warmth and good...thats my brother... Hei Bro..Hw u doing dude?&lt;br /&gt;My basic instinct allowed me to crawl and couple of minutes later, i have done my first dine along with my siblings...&lt;br /&gt;Mum ...Can you tell me how earth looks ?&lt;br /&gt;Are we alone on earth or some other creatures are there?&lt;br /&gt;When can i see you Mum?&lt;br /&gt;It seems like i have to wait for couple of days to get a clear vision...&lt;br /&gt;After a week... i have seen the first image of my MUM...my mum looks so pretty and cute...and now i see 2 more fellows...Are those my sisters and brothers?&lt;br /&gt;They are like me...but my brother is very active...and then i came to know that he is elder to me and my sister is younger to me...&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice time ...My Mum takes care of us a lot and wont let us go out anywhere away from her...&lt;br /&gt;Where is Dad ? Is he gone for getting some food or busy in looking for another lady?&lt;br /&gt;MuM ...&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;It’s warm against her body&lt;br /&gt;Feeling safe with the others&lt;br /&gt;Why are we all different?&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;I’m moving – but not with paws&lt;br /&gt;It’s one of those human beings&lt;br /&gt;The little one is nearing ...&lt;br /&gt;The kid look at us and choosing which one to take ?&lt;br /&gt;What is all this that I’m seeing?&lt;br /&gt;Mum! Why are you staying? plz mum..do something...&lt;br /&gt;I’m being taken by the others&lt;br /&gt;We’re moving away and they’re looking at me ..&lt;br /&gt;I saw my mum facing worst day of her life... barking like anything with tears in the eyes...trying to protect the other pups...&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ll never see my Mother...&lt;br /&gt;Ow! A sharp pain in my leg&lt;br /&gt;A hug from the human one ...&lt;br /&gt;He feeds me and plays with me ...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this life could be fun&lt;br /&gt;Funny – they touch with their mouths&lt;br /&gt;They talk to a thing by their ears&lt;br /&gt;They wear clothes and eat with sticks&lt;br /&gt;Have they done this for all these years?&lt;br /&gt;They move along in metal things&lt;br /&gt;They watch things in a square&lt;br /&gt;And listen to noises from a box&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got Fur – they have Hair&lt;br /&gt;I’m supposed to be a Human’s Best Friend ... but they never think my best friends are my fellow creatures...&lt;br /&gt;Will i get a another sweet warm lick from my Brother... Will i ever play with my sister ?&lt;br /&gt;I want to play in the streets...i want to roam on the road...&lt;br /&gt;Am living a luxury life...in a golden cage...rich food and pleasure time with human ones... Is that my life?&lt;br /&gt;Don't i have my own world? my own imagination ?&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;we never bothered whethr you're abled or disabled or whatever colour your skin...for us , you're just another kin.&lt;br /&gt;we love you for you, just as you are ...And for the love that you give back...&lt;br /&gt;We live for your smiles and your cuddles ...That's all w require, from the leader of ur pack.&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if you are older ...And your joints, may creak and ache ...We never let our old ones live on old age homes...we live together wherever we live ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have such adoration for you ,There's no need to change for us.&lt;br /&gt;When you see 2 dogs barking each other in hidden place...Dont think we talk about you !!! We aren't human beings to do such silly things... 'tis true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Never mind your sexuality ... we never have race difference..we dont even knw wht is caste, creed, color... we know only the colors of love...you only categorized us with various breed, caste etc...it makes no difference for us...but thats the major difference b/w you and us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you, no matter what, you see ...Without question, or significance...Thats why we are called as Human's Best Friend...But are you like this to us ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to the family – I do&lt;br /&gt;Some think I’m a dumb animal&lt;br /&gt;From what I’ve seen – &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so are you Mr Prabhu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;............Whether you thought like this or not..but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Forgive me Sachin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;... i cant give back ur Mum but i can give you the Love at the Max i can..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. Sachin is my new PuP :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-321677236995717013?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/321677236995717013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=321677236995717013' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/321677236995717013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/321677236995717013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/06/forgive-me-sachin.html' title='Forgive me Sachin ..!'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SFl4YjYJyxI/AAAAAAAADSI/xiYPshufXc4/s72-c/Pup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-2339216161580812468</id><published>2008-06-12T09:44:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:48:31.015+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why Change Management?</title><content type='html'>Without knowing how things are organized in your environment and how they relate to each other, it’s hard not only to make team decisions but also to deploy business factors.&lt;br /&gt;Every function does some change, like defect, development and enhancement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Change management and IT asset management&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are the two practices that can deliver the biggest and quickest potential gains both in terms of reduced cost and improved efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;            For e.g.; you go for a meeting to discuss about earlier release and new release. You need to have track of earlier changes and current. Would you take spread sheet and do all manual process to stuff the data inside. Then I would say you are late buddy, your release date would have been gone past already before you step into pre release meeting J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Poor Change Management:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;            Even though you have CM in process, but a poor management will have no impact on business results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loss of employee productivity leads to increased audit fees and production fines which further leads to lost revenue, market share and finally the loss of customer confidence. Are you ready to risk all these factors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you agree with me and already analyzed to go for a change management tools. Sounds good, but have a pit stop and think about the factors induce poor management of change control tools before proceeding further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes… Factors like unauthorized changes, unplanned outages, low change success rate, high number of emergency changes, delayed project implementations.&lt;br /&gt;So remember change management doesn’t mean that just version controlling of code snippets. It broadens to all the factors above and it penetrates to project management too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Process Definition:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We define process and you follow it. &lt;br /&gt;Here is a simple example,&lt;br /&gt;IT budgeting and strategy will be split in the following way.70% of the budget actually spent just on keeping the light on J (Just maintenance and support- I mean the operations). 10 % for strategy and 20% for application. What happen there is you just fuelling the engine to run and not reinvesting to maximize the profit margin? So what you have to do here is to automate the some of the IT operation piece of change, to be able to shift those cost out of operation and reinvest them to fuel your strategic initiatives and this brings the IT operations as value center align with the business. Here comes the change management to help you. This frees you to focus on your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So talking about IT operation, basically your Service or Helpdesk is the starting point of that and occupies 40 to 50 %. Performance and availability covers around 20 % and our guy change management to 40 %. But when we look at where companies are starting to move, really there are focusing on CM and one of hard area and pain in the nose for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Road Map:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me put up a question for you, what process or plan you are going to implement on this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it on service desk, incident or problem management, change configuration and release management, only configuration management, marketing strategy, resource utilization? May be you don’t have any plans at all this time and planning to surviveJ. Let me come to the point you would have rated nearly 70% for change config and release management followed by incident /problem management and service desk. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm slowly am getting into your mind. So optimize your business success by managing change and configuration management together. Still you won’t abide with me! Then just give me the solution for this. How do you deploy a software update or critical patches to thousands of devices in a single day? 15 thousands in a month, bunch of defects which almost equal t the entire Hartford population etc etc. This will take you up to 4 to 6 months to do it by manual. Here comes the process and the automation of change management. Got it buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you want to know what is change management and the life cycle or the architecture behind this. See you are on the same road and asking about CM. Welcome to the party..!&lt;br /&gt;CM life cycle will be split into Plan, Deliver and operate. Every face of SDLC have change management tools to take control. They vary from specific area expertise like defect, version control, build or end to end CM tool. So you are hitting every part of the SDLC. You are having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have various CM tools like Rational ClearCase, HP change management, SVN, CVS, StarTeam which are widely used depend upon project structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it Repeatable process?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at one point of time, people feel that CM is a repeatable process. I model it, schedule it, get approval, implement, verify and deploy it. The same work i do everyday and where is the fun part. Then i say it’s not the way of doing work. Always ask What, When, Where, How and Why? Everyday you will get different answers and you are back to business. We're riding a bus and the driver is assuring us that he knows where he's going. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Game on..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned on the beginning, the impact of CM will be better business decisions and successful deployment of business product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Need expert comments…Here we are…Center of Excellence!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-2339216161580812468?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/2339216161580812468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=2339216161580812468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/2339216161580812468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/2339216161580812468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-change-management.html' title='Why Change Management?'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-222371375827954281</id><published>2008-05-06T02:50:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:20:08.490+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Outsourcing - The Hide &amp; Seek Game ..!</title><content type='html'>Outsourcing - The hottest cake in the platter and mystery for the mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens in the global job market bcoz of outsourcing and what will happen of cutting down its scale? Who will suffer and who gain by this? Let’s play the Hide and Seek game to find out the truth behind the mystery word 'Outsourcing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stock market crash, recession, inflation, economic crisis etc etc all happens in U.S which leads to one more term called scaling down the Outsourcing..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go back on calendar to 1995, the president of Information Technology Association of America, Harris N. Miller said “The result (of outsourcing) is more American jobs, higher wages and a faster growing economy overall... Global sourcing continues to be a net positive for American workers and the US economy" - so in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the contradiction now. What the 2009 presidential candidates Obama and Clinton had to say about outsourcing recently, "Number one, we still provide tax breaks to companies that are sending jobs overseas. Let's put an end to that practice. We may not be able to stop a company from moving, but we can stop from providing him incentives to move"! This is what I call the heights of ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all US companies are NOT doing any favor to India by outsourcing their jobs here. It’s a straightforward business compulsion which every company has to face due to the increased competition as a result of globalization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its strange to observe that on the one hand the US doesn’t wants developing economies like India, china to provide any subsidies to their farmers (to face US competition), it wants India to open up its markets even wider for American companies, and at the same time they want to discourage American companies from outsourcing their jobs to India! Come on guys, you cant have it both ways, can you? :). See how the US politicians have poor knowledge about outsourcing and economic strategy..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The allegation against outsourcing in America and Europe is that it results in a job loss in the outsourcing countries with the jobs moving into the outsourced countries.Yes of course, that’s the very basic definition of outsourcing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does outsourcing result in a net job loss? Of course not. The jobs that are outsourced from US to India indeed come back to US in a bigger magnitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this simple example. Initially when the computers came to India in the 1980s people protested saying, if computers start doing stuff like accounting, automated data entry etc, then the Indians will be losing millions of jobs as India is a nation which rely on huge manpower. Did they lose? Yes. But at the same time alternate jobs got created in the form of computer programmers, hardware industry, software industry, computer operators, IT divisions, computer training institutes, computer lecturers etc!! So there was no real truth in the allegation that computers would create a massive job loss. Just the nature of the jobs changed, that was it.&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, when it comes to US and European outsourcing to India, outsourcing enables the American companies to reduce their manufacturing costs. Reduced costs mean less expensive products and services at the same quality, which in turn means ability to enter even bigger growing markets like that of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of outsourcing more jobs were created in India, in turn this created a booming economy and an increased buying power in India, and this not only reduced manufacturing costs for American companies but also gave them access to a bigger market inside India since even Indians started buying American products because of their increased purchasing power! This in turn created more job opportunities within US too! A study conducted by Global Insight showed that in 2005 alone 257,042 net new jobs were created in US due to outsourcing! Look at the growing presence of american companies in the Indian market today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who want to stop outsourcing should also stop their companies from entering the markets of India. Can they? :) While the entire American population is just over 300 million, in India just the number of youth who are below the age of 25 is over 550 million, and the country is growing younger day by day! Who is benefiting from the widening buyer base of this Indian youth? Of course companies from all over the world including US and Europe which are entering this market. Look at the growing number of American companies that are entering India every day. Automobiles, mobiles, retail, hardware, software, soft drinks, fast food, you name the sector and there are multinational companies in India in that sector. Doesn’t this simply mean more jobs in America and Europe too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a more positive slant, 28 percent of the surveyed companies said offshoring had allowed them to create new and better types of jobs in the U.S. According to a Wharton School participant in the study, job displacement related to offshoring accounts for a “relatively small proportion” of annual U.S. job turnover. So literally U.S citizens are not losing any of their jobs. It’s just the hot topic for the politicians to claim more votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outsourcing doesn’t meant that going for cheaper rates. Well, there is a difference between being cheap and inexpensive. For instance, Chinese toys are cheap, but Indian IT services are inexpensive. When its cheap, the quality suffers, and when it is inexpensive it doesn’t. Obviously when Yahoo or Google outsource to India, they don’t want the quality of their products/services to suffer! Isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have another story rising that Bush started complaining (literally crying) about increase in food price is bcoz of Indian’s consuming healthy and nutritious food. It’s surprising that all the U.S presidents are always dumb fellows who doesn’t know about silly things and is not aware of all these facts, and this is same in the case of new presidential candidates too! For if you don’t understand the basics of today's global economy, then you are bound to spell disaster on your own economy. Imagine Indian general public starting to say that they want US companies out of Indian markets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s come back to the job opportunities created directly by Indian companies in US. The Tata Group, Ranbaxy, Mahindra USA, Bharat Forge, ITC Kitchens, HCL America - all Indian companies, have created thousands of jobs in America! Tata Group alone employs over 5000 Americans! Ranbaxy is creating jobs in North Carolina, New Jersey and Florida. From Illinois alone the exports to India have more than doubled in the last four years creating more job opportunities in that state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American firns like Federal Forge, Eight O'Clock Coffee etc that were on the verge of bankruptcy were saved by the Indian firms which acquired and revived them. What about these saved jobs by the Indian firms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco-based McKinsey Global Institute, an independent research group with McKinsey &amp;amp; Co. reported that in 2002 alone, for every dollar spent on offshoring, US derived a value of $1.47. The report also said that "For every dollar of spend offshored, offshore service providers buy an additional five cents worth of goods and services from the US economy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you deprive yourself of outsourcing and your competitors do not, you're putting yourself out of business." Just imagine that if US companies do not outsource, then their costs will be higher than that of companies from other countries which do outsourcing, which in turn means reduced market share for American companies, and then these other companies will also enter US and offer services and products at rates inexpensive compared to their American counterparts, and so finally even within America the American companies will be unable to compete. And then finally, along with an existing cry against outsourcing to India, there will also be a cry in US against allowing foreign companies into US market. In other words, a demand for total international isolation in terms of doing business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So "What do you think would the American companies would opt for when the profits they earn by outsourcing to India is 20 times more than the profits earned by the tax breaks offered to them by the US government for not outsourcing to India? And also, where does the US government get the money from, to offer those tax breaks? Already US is the world's larger debtor with about $30000 per head on every American citizen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly does the US policy of reducing the scale of outsourcing leads to job loss for Indian professionals? I say No again. The current situation seems like we are losing jobs. Wait for couple of months or a year and we'll rock again. If somebody thinks that today Indians are scared of losing jobs if outsourcing is stopped, well not really, for we have both our own big companies as well as bigger market. It’s the American and European companies that need access to the Indian markets. Already Indian companies are slowly reducing their dependency on american clients, so as to shield themselves from any possible US economic slowdown. U.S. companies account for three-quarters of India’s outsourcing business, leading Indian companies like Infosys and Wipro to &lt;a href="http://www.itbusinessedge.com/blogs/sts/?p=332"&gt;expand their presence in other parts of the world&lt;/a&gt; as slowing economic conditions cause some U.S. clients to delay major IT projects. So either way scaling down of outsourcing or the recession in U.S doesn’t bother Indian firms over a large period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by this second, stick to the same firm and forgot about switchover, no matter you get only single digit hike or your project manager is arrogant or no good looking girls in the team :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why everyone is so much concerned, directly or indirectly about outsourcing and businesses from US. This is a chance for India to do something that it doesn’t ever need to depend on US economy to boost ours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us imagine there is NO U.S....that’s it. Only those who think that we cant live without US business are concerned about it... Others simply don’t care now, because we know that its they who need us, and we have other multiple options too. Compared to the size of Indian population US is a very small market, they only consume like hell killing all natural resources and the planet along with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-222371375827954281?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/222371375827954281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=222371375827954281' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/222371375827954281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/222371375827954281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/05/outsourcing-hide-seek-game.html' title='Outsourcing - The Hide &amp; Seek Game ..!'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-1133399956013776821</id><published>2008-03-07T20:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-07T20:13:02.361+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My New RoomMate ..!</title><content type='html'>அது என்னோடு வாழ்கிறது !&lt;br /&gt;எனது ஒற்றை படுக்கையறையில் -&lt;br /&gt;என்னோடு சேர்ந்து அதுவும் வாழ்கிறது ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;இரவு மட்டும் வருகிறது,&lt;br /&gt;எப்படித்தான் தெரிகிறதோ புரியவில்லை ...&lt;br /&gt;சரியாக இரவு உணவருந்தும் நேரம் -&lt;br /&gt;ஆஜராகிவிடுகிறது !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;முதல் நாள் விரட்டினேன்,&lt;br /&gt;இரண்டாம் நாளும் ...&lt;br /&gt;மூன்றாவது நாள் -&lt;br /&gt;கொஞ்சம் உணவு வைத்தேன்.&lt;br /&gt;நான்காவது நாள் ,&lt;br /&gt;எனது கைகால்கள்மேல் சவாரி செய்ய ஆரம்பித்தது ..&lt;br /&gt;அடுத்த நாள் தலைமேல் நாட்டியம் ..!&lt;br /&gt;கொஞ்சம் இடம்கொடுத்தால், திமிரைப்பாருங்கள்...&lt;br /&gt;வார இறுதியில் -  –எனது புதிய நண்பனைக்காணவில்லை !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;திங்கள் வந்தது,&lt;br /&gt;தலைவரும் வந்தார் ...&lt;br /&gt;வாருங்கள் எலியாரே&lt;br /&gt;விடுமுறைக்கு உறவினர் வீடு சென்று விட்டீரோ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;இப்பொழுதெல்லாம் அது அவன் ஆகிவிட்டது ...&lt;br /&gt;எல்லாம் நெருங்கிய நண்பனாகிவிட்ட காரணம்தான் !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;எலியார் வருவார்,&lt;br /&gt;நேராக சமையலறையை பார்வையிடுவார்,&lt;br /&gt;தட்டில் வைத்திருக்கும் உணவு கபளீரம் ஆகும்,&lt;br /&gt;அடுத்தது கொஞ்சம் விளையாட்டு,&lt;br /&gt;பிறகு என்னோடு கொஞ்சும் பேச்சு (கீச் கீச் சத்தம்தான்)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;இப்பொழுதெல்லாம் எனது அறையில்,&lt;br /&gt;இரவு முழுதும் –&lt;br /&gt;பேச்சு சத்தம் கேட்பதாய் -&lt;br /&gt;பக்கத்து அறைவாசிகள் சொல்ல ஆரம்பித்துவிட்டார்கள் !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;சில நாட்கள்,&lt;br /&gt;நடுச்சாமத்தில் வரும்,&lt;br /&gt;இங்கும் அங்கும் ஓடும்,&lt;br /&gt;ஜன்னல்களில் தலைகீழாய் நடைபயிலும்,&lt;br /&gt;பாடகர் என்ற நினைப்பில் கீச் கீச் பாட்டுவேறு,&lt;br /&gt;தீக்குச்சி எடுத்து கொஞ்சம் வாள்சன்டை,&lt;br /&gt;அதீத குளிரினால் என் போர்வைக்குள் பதுக்கம் ...&lt;br /&gt;ஒருவழியாக தூங்கப்போகும் தருணத்தில் ,&lt;br /&gt;விரல் நகம் கடித்து, தூங்காதடா என்று மிரட்டல் வேறு ...&lt;br /&gt;ம்ம்ம்..அதோடு அன்றைய தூக்கம் முடிந்தது&lt;br /&gt;அடுத்த நாள் அலுவலகத்தில் கெட்டதூக்கம்தான் ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;சில நாளில் கடுப்பாகி -&lt;br /&gt;கொஞ்சம் தனிமையில் விடுகிறாயா எனக்கேட்டால் ,&lt;br /&gt;எனது உள்ளங்கையில் உட்கார்ந்து -&lt;br /&gt;“உனதன்பில் கட்டிப்போட்டுவிட்டாய் எனச்சொல்லும்”&lt;br /&gt;ம்ம்ம்… நன்றாக பேசக்கற்றுகொண்டாய் -&lt;br /&gt;என் குட்டைவால் நண்பனே !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அவன் என்னோடு வாழ்கிறான் !&lt;br /&gt;எனது ஒற்றை படுக்கையறையில் -&lt;br /&gt;என்னோடு சேர்ந்து அவனும் வாழ்கிறான் ..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-1133399956013776821?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/1133399956013776821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=1133399956013776821' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1133399956013776821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1133399956013776821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-new-roommate.html' title='My New RoomMate ..!'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-7625990971670200067</id><published>2008-02-28T21:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-29T00:49:41.351+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What people think of India!</title><content type='html'>Recently i come across an article in rediff posted by a Desi living in Texas which states how the lack of information made people having wrong opinion about India. I felt the same over here. What people think about India is much more frightening. Surprisingly, many people out there do not know much about our country -- something that became evident that how outside world think about India and lack of history and information made them unaware about what actual India is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very disappointed about how others think about India and why we aren’t spreading the culture, tradition and good things about our nation. We not only came here to earn but also came as ambassadors of the most sacred nation in this world. It’s our duty to present our country’s good aspects to all the fellow Human beings of this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just too many stereotypes about Indian people and about India. They think that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India is poor. All Indians are Hindu. Indian roads are bad. People live on streets. Many Indian villages don’t have electricity. People see the videos and channels telecast online which depicted that the lives of people in India who were uneducated and under-nourished. Why don’t the media telecast good things about our country rather than always stick to poor things and make money by selling the bad info about the nation. It’s like selling your own **********.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is India poor and bad? And the answer for this is a firm "No”. Although one can see poor people living on the streets, this was definitely not the case for everyone in India. India is full of smart and competent people who can rival the smartest in America and other nations. Not everyone in India is poor. There are many people who are very rich. India also has an influential middle class population. Poverty is more evident in India because it has one of the largest populations in the world (over 1 billion); if India had a lower population then it would probably have less poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some parts of India experience power outages often, but electricity is not a rare commodity. Even though India has power outages the government is coming up with ideas to solve that problem. New power plants, nuclear power plants and lot of initiatives were taken and implemented well. "India has invested a lot of money into generating renewable power. It currently ranks as the 3rd largest wind energy producer and is advancing in other renewable resources,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All should know that there are so many talented people in IT, medicine, science, technology which is almost equal to the population of big countries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India gave ‘Zero ‘to the world. Indian civilization is one of the ancient and modern civilizations. India is the land of origin of medicine, technology. If you tell me, don’t live with your history, then I can say that present India has much more talent than the past. India is the fastest growing economy (In the GDP analysis). When you take elite club of nations in all aspects, India will be a default name in that list. You know everything but wearing a sunglass will make you unaware of the sunlight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no part of land in this planet left over without the foot steps of an Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a great optimism and zest for life in current India. They say India is a failure -- day and night. But how can a billion people are doing the wrong thing? India can do it; we just need have more faith in ourselves... Imagine if a billion people have even a tiny bit of more faith in the country and themselves.. Miracles needn't be only in fairy tales. India is the youngest country in the average age of human population and all this youth power explodes in coming decades to make the country as a supreme power in all aspects. This is the reality going to happen and not a day dream or expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see many of my friends came here to U.S are planning to settle down here itself and simply telling the vague reasons like more money, comfort living, high technology etc etc. Why don’t you guys earn well come back to India and make your country the way you want to be. This is not a senti dialogue or a philosophical note. Be practical and accept the fact that you are making a big big mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to mention that, some people over here knew good aspects about India too. I myself hear many of them say “I want to go to India because it’s exotic and amazing”. They love our culture, tradition. Our hospitality, our growth. People here are addicted to Indian cuisines. They wonder about the young aspirants of India and etc etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you too now make a list of what are the things that make you love her? India...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time someone asks about India, make sure that you give right info and make them understood their views of India were wrong and they should envy us that we came from a great nation. Your friends might have wrong views of India, so ask them what they know about India and quickly clear up their confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remind you all that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;India is the country which Rules the World in Future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the future is not so far. And I will be so happy to tell that i live in the generation where India rules the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am spreading the word out for our beloved country and join hands with me guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-7625990971670200067?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/7625990971670200067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=7625990971670200067' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/7625990971670200067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/7625990971670200067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-people-think-of-india.html' title='What people think of India!'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-8228059724908131166</id><published>2008-02-28T10:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:02:15.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Niece !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1729382256915661647&amp;amp;site=widget-4f.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1729382256915661647&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/p1/1729382256915661647/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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Valentine Poem's ... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd az usual bear vyth me :-) :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Aryan&lt;br /&gt;An opinionated kinda guy ....:-) :-) :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-3680465546817467948?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/3680465546817467948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=3680465546817467948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3680465546817467948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3680465546817467948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/02/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better late than Never...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-145923823396759204</id><published>2008-02-14T19:51:00.017+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:02:55.418+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day ...</title><content type='html'>To all Moi loved ones ...Mum, Dad, Sis, Niece , Frndzzz and Moi Innocent Pets ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Special Wishes on tis special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i would hv so happy whn i was thr near 2 u and wish you live in person... then definitely my card would be like this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Papa my card might say "To the Best Papa on the Lake - the best Valentine catch for me," with a big fish on a hook or might have pictures of all star sports players, "Daddy You Are My Valentine Super Star." Mommy's might have a kitten hugging a heart, "You are my purr-fect Valentine." Grammie's might have teddy bears and hearts, "Teddy Bears Hugs from my Heart." For My sis, "To the Sweetest Sister in the world", with a pearl necklace (ofcourse i bought a pearl necklace). For moi Niece, card might say "For my Sweet little angel". For frndzzz "The essence of moi life" and a special card for my pets says "To the innocent lovers of this world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@least u all feel virtually tat i have conveyed my wishes , though i'm not near to you now..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2288456410078438847BkbOQR"&gt;&lt;img alt="Valentine Bears" src="http://thumb7.webshots.net/t/58/158/4/56/41/2288456410078438847BkbOQR_th.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2184086080078438847XfaIwb"&gt;&lt;img alt="Valentine Heart Lollipops" src="http://thumb7.webshots.net/t/57/457/0/86/8/2184086080078438847XfaIwb_th.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2228060750078438847ypCKBw"&gt;&lt;img alt="Valentine Chocolate Box" src="http://thumb7.webshots.net/t/58/158/0/60/75/2228060750078438847ypCKBw_th.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2565756950078438847SEWdas"&gt;&lt;img alt="My Calendar" src="http://thumb7.webshots.net/t/59/559/7/56/95/2565756950078438847SEWdas_th.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2727118330078438847objwmj"&gt;&lt;img alt="Pink for me and Blue for you" src="http://thumb7.webshots.net/t/58/58/1/18/33/2727118330078438847objwmj_th.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-145923823396759204?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/145923823396759204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=145923823396759204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/145923823396759204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/145923823396759204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day ...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-7610870606598813274</id><published>2008-02-08T21:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-08T22:29:41.555+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How Mood Ring Works?</title><content type='html'>Recently I have bought a new Mood Ring (as I hv lost some nd my frnds took few when I was in India - its avail in Dollars &amp;amp; Pounds). I was about to write How it works? But someway missed out and as my laptop s idle for couple of hours, plnd 2 text it before the cooling fan start grunting grrrrrrrrr…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stone in a mood ring is either a hollow glass shell filled with thermotropic liquid crystals, or a clear glass stone sitting on top of a thin sheet of liquid crystals these liquid crystal molecules are very sensitive; they change position, or twist, according to changes in temperature. This change in molecular structure affects the wavelengths of light that are absorbed or reflected by the liquid crystals, resulting in an apparent change in the color of the stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside of the ring conducts heat from your finger to the liquid crystals in the "stone." The color green, which signifies "average" on the mood ring color scale, is calibrated to the surface temperature of a typical person, approximately 82 degrees Fahrenheit (28 degrees Celsius). If your surface temperature varies far enough from the norm, then the liquid crystals in the stone alter enough to cause a change in the color reflected. And if you take a mood ring off, it will normally change to black unless the ambient temperature is very high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the Mood Ring colors listed below, and what "mood" they represent. The colors are listed according to the change in temperature they represent, with dark blue being the warmest and black the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dark blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Happy, romantic or passionate – Day dreaming ah :-)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Light Purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Calm /relaxed, sharp, witty. - You are a cool guy. I like it buddy!!!&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue-green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Somewhat relaxed. You’re feeling good and not much will get you down today! You think this info is amusing !!!&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Normal or average – A little on Edge? Little edgy is ok? If everyone is stepping on your Toes, put on shoes!&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Amber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: A little nervous or anxious – Things will get better. Its time for Comfort food. Cookies, Chips, Ice Cream! In small portions. Who will know? Keep Cookies in Cupboard, Ice Cream in Freezer. Be Philosophical :-).&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Very nervous or anxious&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Stressed, tense or feeling harried – Count to 10! Go for a walk! Have a glimpse of your office Crush! This mood will pass! Just stay from me until it does &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the amount of thermotropic liquid crystals in a mood ring was so small that it couldn't measure with any amount of accuracy what your real mood was. You'd have to be really, really angry to get the stone to reflect your true body temperature. And also due to fluctuations in the manufacturing of the rings by various companies the above colors are not considered universal. It is also worth noting that variations between different people's bodily temperatures and the environmental influences on the thermotrophic crystals may make mood rings somewhat unreliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, they were just a neat fad, and a kitschy piece of jewelry that was fun to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly groovy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop Online @&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moodjewelry.com/" target="'_blank'"&gt;Mood Jewelry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luckybrandjeans.com/product.aspx?p=LBX10658" target="'_blank'"&gt;Mood Ring&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://shopping.msn.com/allresults/shp/?text=mood+rings" target="'_blank'"&gt;MSN Shopping&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-7610870606598813274?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/7610870606598813274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=7610870606598813274' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/7610870606598813274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/7610870606598813274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-mood-ring-works.html' title='How Mood Ring Works?'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-5347462052009505588</id><published>2008-02-08T01:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:15:01.599+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is India ruling the Cricket World?</title><content type='html'>At present, everyone says yes!!! And I love to hear these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cricket world is ruled by England &amp;amp; other countries over a long period of time. Asian countries were treated like underdogs and no favors have been done till now to improve the sport in this part of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rise of India, Pakistan and Srilanka happened inside and they stood up by themselves without any help from outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time ICC treats the Asian countries in a bad manner and the players got punished without having clear evidence. But when it comes to other cricketing nations, players were allowed to do all sort of things other than playing cricket in right spirit (sledging, jellybean stories etc etc).&lt;br /&gt;That’s overdose now and let we make them to taste their own medicine.The Recent Sydney incident is a height of arrogance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the richest cricket board in the world and the ball won’t move without our bat. It’s time to dominate, its time to show we are Giant Dragons. Let BCCI won’t bother about others who complain it acting like a big brother. We heard a lot and its time to give back, with more interest rate :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As peter roebuck says, India must stop being defensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a mighty story to tell, a functioning democracy created from a chequered history, a nation built in a generation, temples and mosques sitting side by side in so many cities. Nor does its cricket history justify the comment made not long ago by a white opponent that "all Asian cricketers are f---ing cheats." Please can First World newspapers dust off all articles published between 1901 and 2001 deploring the manner in which Anglo-Saxon interests dominated the game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly India is ruling the roost and the boys are worried about monopolies and cultural hegemony. It is a bit late for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let the dragon to fire back. So feel the heat..! And I say tis is not enuf draggie …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-5347462052009505588?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/5347462052009505588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=5347462052009505588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/5347462052009505588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/5347462052009505588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-india-ruling-cricket-world.html' title='Is India ruling the Cricket World?'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-2566782966070163014</id><published>2008-02-05T00:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:02:44.353+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Good company to Pass Eternity ...</title><content type='html'>It was yet another Freezing morning in Hartford. I was on my way to office, vyth layered dress up - Thermal wear+ Formal wearing + Woollen sweater &amp;amp; Jerkin as a top layer ... :-)&lt;br /&gt;I saw 2 extinguised cigarettes which are half buried on the trash sand on the street. It looks like 2 Human bodies buried next to each other in parallel. One day this will become true as a result of smoking. I was worried about those two souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didnt they knew about the worth of life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didnt they knew abt the outcome of smokin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about their families? Their future ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cigar between the 2 fingers looks like fire of life , glowed with sacrifice. They were mercilessly quenched and leading to kinda suicide attempt ..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tat puff of smoke at the max will give some warmth on a snowy day to kill the winter / tension. There is a life beyond the winter. You have summer, autumn, spring to enjoy guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont you want to see colors of life?. Will they come out of illusion world !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying my level best 2 tell all my frnds abt tis &amp;amp; it wud be gr888 to see @least a single soul listen to these words... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometin to pen down in the form of poetic words ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/R6diSExk87I/AAAAAAAAAHk/MUP6rBCbutQ/s1600-h/Final.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163203560462414770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 421px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px" height="421" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/R6diSExk87I/AAAAAAAAAHk/MUP6rBCbutQ/s320/Final.JPG" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-2566782966070163014?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/2566782966070163014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=2566782966070163014' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/2566782966070163014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/2566782966070163014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-company-to-pass-eternity.html' title='A Good company to Pass Eternity ...&lt;img src=&apos;http://websmileys.com/sm/smoking/rauch03.gif&apos;/&gt;'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/R6diSExk87I/AAAAAAAAAHk/MUP6rBCbutQ/s72-c/Final.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-1832393243146101644</id><published>2008-01-31T02:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-31T02:17:49.205+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Appeal 2 All ...</title><content type='html'>I hv been overwhelmed by the faithful following my poems have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From people who praise my poems frm Tamil 2 Hindi (tx 4 askng ur frnds 2 translate n2 ur mother tongue), people who comment about them even at prod release dates, people I am not in touch vyth otherwise, to people I have not met: friends of friends of friends and friends .As a mark of gratitude and affection for you people I would like to ask your opinion on what my next poem should be about. I will choose the topic that inspires me most, for there is no poetry vythout inspiration. Thankz.&lt;br /&gt;As Joe Fox's grandfather says..."On to the next"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-1832393243146101644?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/1832393243146101644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=1832393243146101644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1832393243146101644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1832393243146101644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/01/appeal-2-all.html' title='Appeal 2 All ...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-5745598928436409005</id><published>2008-01-25T20:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-25T20:55:16.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Saluting Unsung Heroes.</title><content type='html'>Wishing all my Fellow Citizens, a Happy &amp;amp; Memorable Republic Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/R5n-wkxk86I/AAAAAAAAAHc/mVnuxHgI2NE/s1600-h/Salutes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159434958588408738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 411px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 409px" height="270" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/R5n-wkxk86I/AAAAAAAAAHc/mVnuxHgI2NE/s320/Salutes.jpg" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-5745598928436409005?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/5745598928436409005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=5745598928436409005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/5745598928436409005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/5745598928436409005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2008/01/saluting-unsung-heroes.html' title='Saluting Unsung Heroes.'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/R5n-wkxk86I/AAAAAAAAAHc/mVnuxHgI2NE/s72-c/Salutes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-5419349077785632151</id><published>2007-12-13T11:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:58:31.913+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yagnika Strikes - The Final Showdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Final Episode:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yagnika was there with him for the whole month till he got fully recovered.&lt;br /&gt;Aryan recovered soon and they returned to his Kensington apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan: Hei Yag. Thanks a lot. So sweet of you that you came long way to see me and taken care well.&lt;br /&gt;Yag: I was waiting for this time only. I just came here to make you happy on your birthday. Since I don’t want to get away like a thief without informing you and let you down at this critical point of time. That’s why &lt;strong&gt;came long way to make our departure a pleasant one&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;~A: Are you serious.&lt;br /&gt;Yag: Am damn serious. You know I already told that. Just to justify my friendship, I came to see you.&lt;br /&gt;~A: You came a long way to see me Na. This shows the value of your Friendship. Don’t play with me dear.&lt;br /&gt;Yag: I came for a short busienss trip for a KT here. I don’t want to play anymore. Best wishes for your future. Am leaving tomorrow. If you are interested, you can come to send off me.&lt;br /&gt;~A: Hei cmon…Everything had gone well. Why you are doing like this now !&lt;br /&gt;Yag: Enuf man. No more friendship. It’s time to Depart. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And here is the last note for you. I have soemthign for you, open it tomorrow when I leave to airport.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hope you keep up this.&lt;br /&gt;~A: Okeiii everything had gone. Let me do this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, everyone came to airport for send off, but with a gloomy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yag: Hei guys. Why you are all looking like a lost cat. Cheer up guys.&lt;br /&gt;Deepak: how come yaar. We are very proud to tell others that you both are such a good friends. It’s disappointing a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Yag: I can’t do anything for this. Life is a game of unexpected things.&lt;br /&gt;Aryan: Guys forget about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final announcement came for security check in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yag: Hei useless fellow. Open the cover now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan unwrapped it without showing any interest and the message was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“April 1 is the day to make fool of Intelligent ones. But I can make you fool on any day”. We are always Best Friends forever. Will meet you soon in our Homeland. Take Care Dhandam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                               &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Ending :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Epilogue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 3, 2018 … Later the life of Yagnika and Aryan is colorful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yagnika got married and settled in Chennai with her hubby.&lt;br /&gt;Aryan is still the same mischievous guy settled down in Bangalore with his wife. He got bored of the software job and joined as a Strategic Manager in Indus International School in Bangalore. Probably readers can meet them again as Guests in the upcoming stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-5419349077785632151?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/5419349077785632151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=5419349077785632151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/5419349077785632151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/5419349077785632151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/12/yagnika-strikes-final-showdown.html' title='Yagnika Strikes - The Final Showdown'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-7498320522864042938</id><published>2007-12-13T11:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:55:38.291+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yagnika Strikes - Part 8 (Mitt Gayi Dhooriyaan )</title><content type='html'>Aryan lost the consciousness and slowly the pulse rate gone down and left his brain in dire stages.He was in the later stages of fits and his arms and legs paralyzed with blood started flowing across the street further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeakssss. Yagnika got shocked about the bad dream she had and prayed god that nothing should happen to him. Is that the inner instinct warning her?She immediately called Aryan, ended up with the Voice message. She tried to call his friends to enquire but not reachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There in &lt;strong&gt;Minnesota, August 4, The Central Connecticut hospital… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latenite patrol found Aryan on the Roadside and admitted in the hospital and informed his friends. Shankar rushed to see him unconscious in the bed where the group of doctors are discussing with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Pat: Are you Aryan’s friend?&lt;br /&gt;shankar: Yah.This is Shankar here.&lt;br /&gt;Dr Pat: Nothing serious. He just had blood clot in the skull and few fractures in leg. A minor operation will dissolve the blood clot. But he must be in monitoring atleast for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Shankar: Tats fine doc. Shall we see him now.&lt;br /&gt;Dr Pat: No dude. We are going to operate now. Probably you can see him tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;Shankar: TX doc.&lt;br /&gt;The next day started with all sort of formalities. Aryan got up and saw all those band aids over his body like printer cartridges.&lt;br /&gt;Shankar, Dinesh, Deepak, Sravanthi all stood there with the sarcastic smile.&lt;br /&gt;Dinesh: Dude, what happened yesterday? Did you go behind any girl and stuck on the road.&lt;br /&gt;~A: Hei common guys. Notin like tat.&lt;br /&gt;Deepak: Else did you go for a Sky diving and fallen from the sky? Useless tell us the truth.&lt;br /&gt;~A: Hei i was just on the way to Shankar’s home da.&lt;br /&gt;Shankar: Tats fine buddy, but is my home is in the middle of the Road. What would you do if something happened serious? Just you got away with fractures.&lt;br /&gt;~A: Okei chill out guys. And dinesh check out my pant da, I had a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gourmet Irish chocolate in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dinesh: stop it man.&lt;br /&gt;~A: Hei pls da. Just a bite.&lt;br /&gt;Shankar: Btw. Whts your plan for Birthday man.&lt;br /&gt;Deepak: Hei when is your Bday?&lt;br /&gt;~A: It’s Aug 20. Forget about that da.&lt;br /&gt;Shankar: Hei what happenned?. You will get lot of gifts.&lt;br /&gt;~A: Give me the chocolate first man.&lt;br /&gt;Dinesh: don’t change the topic. What happened to you? Do you feel that you won’t get discharged b4 that? Cool dude. For a change, we can celebrate this time in hospital. We will present you syringes, syrups, tablets. Might be we will steal the hi fi medical equipment and gift you.&lt;br /&gt;~A: Okei…do whatever as you wish. Leave me.&lt;br /&gt;Vikka: ok take rest, ciao later.Everyone started leaving the place…&lt;br /&gt;~A: Shankar did I got any call.&lt;br /&gt;Shankar: No man, mobile was crushed in the accident spot itself.&lt;br /&gt;~A: Did any of my friends called you.&lt;br /&gt;Shankar: You want to know whether Yagnika called you or not. Ask directly dude and havent received any call from her.&lt;br /&gt;~A: not like that man. Actually we had some arguments yesterday and she just told me that she will never call me or see me anymore. So forget about that. That’s why I told you am not interested to celebrate this birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Shankar: shall I call her da.&lt;br /&gt;~A: No da. She never allows any mediator and I don’t want to tell her about this accident. She might feel guilty as because of her only this happened. So let the life go on its way.&lt;br /&gt;Shankar: are you sure ?&lt;br /&gt;~A: Yep. Aryan was recovering slowly. It was good time in hospital with all sort of fun with doctors and pantry guys.&lt;br /&gt;August 13, 2 PM.&lt;br /&gt;Shankar came with a parcel.&lt;br /&gt;Aryan: Whats that dude? Any gift for me.&lt;br /&gt;Shankar: Alaiyaadha. Of course it’s a gift from your sister Vidu.&lt;br /&gt;Aryan: Unwrap and check out whats in that da.Before that shall we have a bet and the bet will be, if I won ‘you have to owe me 1 KG of candies’ else I will take you to the Nick Barron’s concert at Joe's Pub.&lt;br /&gt;Shankar: You don’t know anything beyond candies. Ok fine.&lt;br /&gt;Aryan: The gift will be a book. Since she knows my wish list and flavors.&lt;br /&gt;Shankar: hmm lets see.. and it iss …you're right man.&lt;br /&gt;Aryan: wow. Is it tinkle comicsssss…Sweet sister she is.&lt;br /&gt;Shankar:Its not tinkle, it’s ”The greatness guide” from Robin Sharma.&lt;br /&gt;Aryan: Oh ok. Anyways I heard that’s a nice book. Phone calls, meet ups and all happened on the eve of the birthday. Aryan’s inner mind woke up and asked “Will Yagnika call me atleast for the Birthday. Hope she will!!!”&lt;br /&gt;It’s August 14, midnite 12 AM…&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly lights had gone off. Flashy torches shoot up on walls.&lt;br /&gt;There see Shankar, dino, Deepak, Alicia , the ward staff,&lt;br /&gt;Dr pat.Dude…Many more Happy Returns of the day.And suddenly Candy rain started dizzling all thru his Bed.&lt;br /&gt;Wowow..tx guys.&lt;br /&gt;All sort of fun, birthday bumps happened well. His Dad, MUM, Sister, Niece, even the Pup barked him to wish.It was late nite and everyone was back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Aryan: Tx Shankar. You know one thing all these candies are Yagnika’s Favorite. She still shows her presence. I know though she wont call or meet me, she still wish me from there. I think so! I know she will come back one day.&lt;br /&gt;Shankar: You had dream?&lt;br /&gt;Aryan: Dream is not what you see in sleep , is the thing which does not let U sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Am a guy and never cry, but still I feel the pain of losing my Best Friend!&lt;br /&gt;Shankar: No philosophies. Forgot abt that. This is Ur day man. Have a blash.Ciao tmrw buddy. Gud nite.&lt;br /&gt;Shankar turned back and moved to the front door. Auomatic door opened and he saw a known face standing outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yagnika Strikes, back …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(It was Yagnika standing in front of the door, who came long way to US).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mitt Gayi Dhooriyaan …&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAG: Hei donkey monkey password key. How come I forgot man. You will be my Best Friend forever. Friends are always friends and that too no one will forgot a Friend like you. Many more Happy Returns of the Day Dhandam.&lt;br /&gt;and as per your wish, here is my first poem for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/R2DMA6a39dI/AAAAAAAAAFo/soOxAXYzb-E/s1600-h/NEW.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143335090511148498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/R2DMA6a39dI/AAAAAAAAAFo/soOxAXYzb-E/s320/NEW.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Story concludes in next episode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-7498320522864042938?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/7498320522864042938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=7498320522864042938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/7498320522864042938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/7498320522864042938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/12/yagnika-strikes-part-8-mitt-gayi.html' title='Yagnika Strikes - Part 8 (Mitt Gayi Dhooriyaan )'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/R2DMA6a39dI/AAAAAAAAAFo/soOxAXYzb-E/s72-c/NEW.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-1253719802265872988</id><published>2007-12-06T14:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:48:59.824+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yagnika Strikes: Part 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Frozen Thoughts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was -15 degrees in Minnesota and Aryan is having a Sauvignon Blanc. Mobile giggles by Yagnika’s call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Y: Hei man. How are you ? Whats up thr?&lt;br /&gt;~A: Notin specific yaar. It’s too cold and am just having SB.&lt;br /&gt;~Y: Useless who asked you to have that. I told you &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;no drinks, no candies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;~A: Hei whats this. Too much restriction. Then how will I overcome such chillness. Sometimes it goes to – 30 too.&lt;br /&gt;~Y: Grab your winter wear and lie down on bed man.&lt;br /&gt;~A: Halo. It’s quite impossible. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BTW I just thought of having Pedigree :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~Y: What???!!! You Dumbo. Are you mad?&lt;br /&gt;~A: Might be :-). U know I used 2 take a very little pinch of Pedigree when I feed my Pup and my pup used to have Dairy milk when I have it.&lt;br /&gt;~Y: u r crazyyy fellow. It’s difficult to tell who human being is and who is dog.&lt;br /&gt;~A: okei Kewl.&lt;br /&gt;~Y: Ok tell me why no calls, no mails from you. You had forgotten me entirely na. I know you guys are always like this. More gals, More fun. That’s why you forgot me .&lt;br /&gt;~A: Ok then why you showed Ego. If not me, you should have called me Na.&lt;br /&gt;~Y: What the hell you are talking. I don’t have any ego. This shows that you are not interested to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;~A: You have your own set of friends. That’s why you hadn’t called me. See am the loser am. Since you are the only good and best friend for me and if you don’t talk to me I feel hurt. But you have many friends and you spend time with them. When you finally got bored and felt what to do, you call me.&lt;br /&gt;~Y: You mean to say am jobless. You are not listening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Aryan took the Jerkin and started walking on the Kensington Street to meet his frnd Shankar. It’s &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;quite dark and zero visibility on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A: Yag. Common understand me. Did I told that you are not listening to me and avoiding me. Am going to see Vikram yaar. Catch you later na.&lt;br /&gt;~Y: So you are going to disconnect the call, that’s why telling like that.&lt;br /&gt;~A: Ok kewl . Sorry. I understand you very well. Sorry if I had done anytin wrong. You know onetin there are lot of candies avail here and it tempts me and I buy a lot. Still I take few candies from that bunch and keep it in my runner and throw it away to keep your promise atleast to some extent but you wont understand my love.&lt;br /&gt;~Y: Enuf buddhu. Don’t make me fool. Am frustrated and cant tolerate with you&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.“ It is Better to Depart, instead of Staying Apart “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A: If this is ur wish. Am there 2 fulfill it as ur Best Friend. Even tomorrow you will be my Best friend but I don’t know whether am your Best friend!&lt;br /&gt;~Yag: Remember I won’t be there to see you when you come back to India. Good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan was very disappointed and struck on the road with his arms and legs freezed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A truck was approached on the blind corner and the truck driver not able to see clearly where Aryan exactly standing on the road tried his level best to avoid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just saw the truck just before the collision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hit him on the road and went off. He fell down with the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Frozen Thoughts!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t sleep much, but when I do, I do it very, very well. I’m a championship sleeper. And a world class dreamer. Is this the permanent sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140777396067094898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/R1e1zgHv0XI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JqTOoTLW8hw/s320/kavithai.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-1253719802265872988?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/1253719802265872988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=1253719802265872988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1253719802265872988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1253719802265872988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/12/yagnika-strikes-part-7.html' title='Yagnika Strikes: Part 7'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/R1e1zgHv0XI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JqTOoTLW8hw/s72-c/kavithai.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-4688220418992250906</id><published>2007-11-29T16:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-29T16:25:17.281+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Naan TholaindhuPonen ... Nijamagavae !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/R06ajVnibxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rD9gHErVm1c/s1600-h/upload3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138214156765392658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/R06ajVnibxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rD9gHErVm1c/s320/upload3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-4688220418992250906?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/4688220418992250906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=4688220418992250906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4688220418992250906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4688220418992250906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/11/naan-tholaindhuponen-nijamagavae.html' title='Naan TholaindhuPonen ... Nijamagavae !'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/R06ajVnibxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rD9gHErVm1c/s72-c/upload3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-4084130784629380202</id><published>2007-11-29T16:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-29T16:18:13.844+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Arugil Amarndhu Vaa Podhum ..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/R06Y5FnibuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Wn7wHkDwySQ/s1600-h/upload1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138212331404291810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/R06Y5FnibuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Wn7wHkDwySQ/s320/upload1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-4084130784629380202?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/4084130784629380202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=4084130784629380202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4084130784629380202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4084130784629380202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/11/arugil-amarndhu-vaa-podhum.html' title='Arugil Amarndhu Vaa Podhum ..!'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/R06Y5FnibuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Wn7wHkDwySQ/s72-c/upload1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-2537154544240542846</id><published>2007-11-29T16:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:45:10.089+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yagnika Strikes - Part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode 8- Fooled but not Cheated&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Aryan and Srav looked each other amusingly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aryan: Tats fine dad. Do let me know the proceedings. Missing mum badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei Srav forgot about tat. Let it drive on different road. we can discuss tis later. am very tired due to jetlag catch you later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just moved to their respective apartments planning to meet on next evng. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following morning Aryan got an early start and started to the office. Usual KT session, Roles and Responsibilities were drawn out and tasks were assigned for the upcoming days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Homesick attacked for a while and the typical feelings of india started...&lt;br /&gt;Wish i can hold ur hand and walk along… like the walk to Candy shop&lt;br /&gt;Wish i can hear those encouraging words… as u lift me up from low spirits&lt;br /&gt;Wish i can take you out in our car… while i drive n u jus sit back (tensed )&lt;br /&gt;Wish i can be unwrapped from this virtual connection… (for a change, internet sucks)&lt;br /&gt;Wish i can taste the flavour of your fingers… when u feed me&lt;br /&gt;Wish i can feel the warmth of your lap… when i rest on u&lt;br /&gt;Wish i can see the joy in your eyes… when we meet again&lt;br /&gt;Wish i can just be there… with u… at home…&lt;br /&gt;Mummy, i miss you a lot... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed. Dejected. Home sick. Badly wanting to see my parents… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Am counting down days to catch my flight back home… till then, lets hope things go well.. New year is comin up soon.. not yet got new candy flavors… no plans.. once i am done with my first level of onsite assignment on 26th evening.. things will fall in place… Anyways… am still the motivated and enthu kid around in the deserted minnesota in spite of all the commotion… am happy with myself in that sense… gaining inspiration from thy self! That's exactly wat keeps me goin thru such tuf times… Life suddenly seems to be pickin up pace… and i am enjoying the run.. Join along peps!!!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;He called up home immediately and talked to his mum.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile his Dad told &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Hei i told about the girl na, actually She is from CTS, mistakenly told it as TCS. Will let you know rest of the details soon". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh My Goodness…Bankra bangayi mein .&lt;br /&gt;Aryan called Yagnika immediately and updated about Srav and how Dad made him Bakra and rest.Aryan dont know that it was Yagnika who told aryan's Dad to play this game   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Episode 9 – Dangerous Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You've gotta mail from Yagnika.&lt;br /&gt;Aryan got excited by the pop up message and opened it carefully so that even the mail link won’t get hurt by the mouse click.  &lt;br /&gt;Useless fellow. why no mails, no calls. How dare u dumbo. you forgot me and roaming behind Sravanthi !!!&lt;br /&gt;"….and remember? Not once have u tried to console me when I was low when you left me alone.&lt;br /&gt;Are you taking food properly, stay away from the candies else you will lose all your teeth before turning 30.  &lt;br /&gt;You remember those golden days, we had fighting’s with each other and we went for Rational training at that time. &lt;br /&gt;“On the first day in the Rational trng, our instructor made you naughty boy sit next to me.&lt;br /&gt;It was the worst day of my life, or atleast i thought. We spoke little. Not even a part of our course material or a speck of eraser dust would be allowed to fall on the others desktop. And then, next day it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to training room with a sling supporting your hand. I was instructed by the Instructor to help you take down notes and so, I reluctantly obliged.&lt;br /&gt;That day, over lunch, I softly asked you, "How did u manage to get this fracture?"You smirked at me and said, "I thought this would be a cool excuse to make you take down notes for me!" The next moment, you found yourself holding the tooth in your palm and said, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Thath thooth haz bin shakin for a wik now. Dhanks for gettin itt off!"&lt;/span&gt; While one half  insisted that you deserved it, the other half was shocked and guilty with the turnover of events. While i apologized to you, You winked at me and said, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Dangerous girl!"&lt;/span&gt; It was the first time you planned to come with all sort of guard's to office  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was angry with you for telling me as Dangerous girl and to change the topic you told me that , "OMG! Look at your cheeks!! So damn red! Were you preparing to act as a clown in the circus?" I glared back at you and you continued, "Now come on. Stop this. Else I am going to start on how your pony is beginning to curl behind your back. See I can even hang my Laptop in it!!" You pulled my pony and well anticipating my reaction, prepared for a dash. My cheeks turned red with anger. I had sprinted behind you along the corridors and down the staircase, until we finally reached the pantry and i could run no further. You stood jogging at a safe distance from me, laughing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Back 2 Real world …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the way you teased me those days, laughed at my ponytail, trying to cheer me up at those times. I guess this is all as much true today as it was that day. Those seemed like fleeting moments of eternal happiness. They came like a shooting star and vanished as quickly. How I wish time froze then. I miss you tons! Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for your onsite assignment and keep in touch!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;P.S.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You better not reply in 2 lines like last time. Or else, when we meet during your vacation, you won't go back to Minnesota in the same shape. Like you always say, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Dangerous girl!&lt;/span&gt;'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-2537154544240542846?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/2537154544240542846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=2537154544240542846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/2537154544240542846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/2537154544240542846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/11/yagnika-strikes-part-6.html' title='Yagnika Strikes - Part 6'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-1514319717614163691</id><published>2007-11-29T16:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:42:10.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yagnika Strikes - Part 5 (Aankon mein Teri Ajab si Ajab si Adhayein hain)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Behind the Scenes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Part 5 - Aankon mein Teri Ajab si Ajab si Adhayein hain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was a pleasant departure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yagnika:&lt;br /&gt;Nerathukku Sapdu&lt;br /&gt;Vaarathukku moonu naalavathu Kuli&lt;br /&gt;Andha socks a Thovachu podu&lt;br /&gt;Nagam kadikatha&lt;br /&gt;Saamiya vendikko&lt;br /&gt;Enna parthu kathuko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan: Sari sari manatha vangatha. Tata. Take Care dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Lufthansa took off from Chennai and squeezed into the cloudy sky.This is the first birding experience for Aryan to US. The journey will be from Chennai to Frankfurt, Frankfurt to Chicago, and then to the destination city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight from Chennai to Frankfurt was, of course, quite long. But it wasn't unbearable. Aryan watched out the window as they climbed away from Chennai and flew out over the Sea. The water looked clear and peaceful. The land was mostly flat, but they also spotted some impressive cliffs. It was the first time to lay eagles eye on the sea. Aryan looked frantically out the window, but he couldn't see anything. A few minutes later,  tried again. This time, he was lucky: there were a few holes in the clouds. Through these holes, he could see magnificent cliffs and coasts. Back to the flight, Aryan was waiting for the air Hostess to have some chocolates  And also based on the fact that he heard &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Israeli women are very Cute&lt;/span&gt;. (Note: He discovered that not only are they cute, but they love to flirt as well.)He decided he could use a spot of tea and a bite of something sweet to eat.Once he settled down, mounted his Ear phones to listen to the songs in Ipod, there comes a voice beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, i am Sravanthi from TCS. You are from Cognizant. Am i right?&lt;br /&gt;Aryan: Hei how come you know am frm CTS? Is there any label sticked on my forehead!&lt;br /&gt;Sravanthi: cool. Just had a wild guess by seeing the Ipod (as Ipod is gifted to CTS employees and they always showcase in all places )&lt;br /&gt;Aryan: Ofcourse i am.&lt;br /&gt;Sh: Nice meeting you. May i know where you are going?&lt;br /&gt;A: Do u expect me to say the place. If so, i am going to other part of the Earth where i had not been there till now (Aryan still now got away from the fact that she had guessed him from the Ipod and they showcasing it outside)&lt;br /&gt;Sh: Hope you are not in good mood. Do you feel embarrassed of the way i identified you?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not really, but the way you told us that we showcase it everywhere makes me irritated.&lt;br /&gt;Sh: kewl. just kidded. Lets be friends. Shake Hands . Thoda sa smile pls cheer up…smile plzzzzzz….little more….arey…just a little more….&lt;br /&gt;A: eeeeeeee.. enuf&lt;br /&gt;Srav: hei cmon man. cool down. Whats up?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmmm…Close up!&lt;br /&gt;Srav: grrr…nice joke.&lt;br /&gt;A: did i tell it as joke?&lt;br /&gt;Srav: ok forgot it. sorry sorry. chill out buddy.&lt;br /&gt;A: ok fine. Then do onetin. give me whatever chocolates u take from air hostess.&lt;br /&gt;Srav: Done.&lt;br /&gt;Sravanti's mother had taught her quite a few things about men: She should be wary of those she did not know, polite to those she did, and tough as nails with those who were disrespectful or in any way threatening. But none of these rules seemed to apply in this situation.&lt;br /&gt;She became Friend to Aryan soon bcoz of the quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;Sh:so hws wrk going? whr u r going nw?&lt;br /&gt;A:yah gr88 going. Tat too am in COE and having really innovative tasks. now going to Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;Sh:Wowwww. am also going there only, but this is second time.&lt;br /&gt;A: Nice 2 hear this. So wat abt you?&lt;br /&gt;Sh:Hmm. in TCS for 3 yrs, in Retail vertical. working in Java. Now going onsite second time for about a year.&lt;br /&gt;A:Gud.do you have stock options there. are you eligible to buy stocks?&lt;br /&gt;Sh:No idea. Lets forgot abt office for a while na. wht abt ur family?&lt;br /&gt;A: DAD, MUM &amp;amp; a Sis. Having a cute Niece and lots and lots of Pets.&lt;br /&gt;Sh:Tats gr888.&lt;br /&gt;A:You know my Niece is so cute and naughty. Let me show you her snaps and clippings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Srav:Hei she is so cute. Do tell me when you call up your home next time. I will talk to her. Whats your Hobbies?&lt;br /&gt;A: notin specific. Write poems, listen to songs, addicted to chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;Flight landed on Frankfurt airport. It will be a waiting time of 4 hrs. They had to wait several hours for the next, So both Aryan and Shravanthi spent time on shopping, roaming inside airport.Some of the time, he stared at the planes taxiing by: 747s, A330s; KLM, Northwest, Air China… &lt;br /&gt;Finally they reached Minnesota. Their bags were two of the first five off the carousel. Aryan was looking for a Phone booth.&lt;br /&gt;Srav: Hei it seems like you want to convey the news that you reached safely na?. If so use my mobile.&lt;br /&gt;A: Tx yaar. And you told you want to hear my Niece voice na. So keep it in speaker mode.He was trying to his Dad's mobile and soon the call was picked up.&lt;br /&gt;A: hi Dad.i just reached my place. It was a nice trip.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Thats good. blah blah blah …….Hei i have a news for you.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Sravanthi asked Aryan to ask his niece to talk.&lt;br /&gt;A: Anytin spcl Dad?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Ofcourse. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have seen a girl for you. Her name is Sravanthi working in TCS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  (Both Aryan and Sravanthi heard this as it is in speaker Mode)&lt;br /&gt;Aryan turned towards Sravanthi and looking her Eyes with a Smile…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aankon mein Teri Ajab si Ajab si Adhayein hain.&lt;br /&gt;Dil ko banade jo pathank Saase yeh teri woh Hawaye hain :-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-1514319717614163691?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/1514319717614163691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=1514319717614163691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1514319717614163691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1514319717614163691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/11/yagnika-strikes-part-5-aankon-mein-teri.html' title='Yagnika Strikes - Part 5 (Aankon mein Teri Ajab si Ajab si Adhayein hain)'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-3584497187610371284</id><published>2007-11-29T16:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-29T16:08:43.192+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Wet Nosed Friend …</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dogs are Man's Best Friends…&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That’s true in my life and its very difficult for me to live without pets. Since they are the real creatures who show true love and affection and we can rely on them forever.&lt;br /&gt;Since the Death of my Pet dog Snoopy , me and my Niece are eager to adopt a new Pup, but my parents are not ready for this and they keep telling me "no more pets dear as we can’t able to see them die in front of us".&lt;br /&gt;I accept it, but i miss snoopy and definitely want snoopy to come back in another form as a new Pup.&lt;br /&gt;Henceforth the Googling began and finally i adopted a new Labrador Pup.&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit…Welcome back Snoopy…&lt;br /&gt;Now is a good time to start thinking of a name for the pup!&lt;br /&gt;Choosing the perfect name for your puppy is an opportunity to demonstrate to the world just how creative and insightful you are. Dog names say a lot about your loved one and believe it or not a lot about you. Think about the last few dog names you heard. Did the dog names stand out, were they a good description, were they unique and easily distinguishable from other words and did they have meaning? These are all important considerations to think about when choosing perfect dog names.&lt;br /&gt;Remember …&lt;br /&gt;We will use our Wet Nosed Friend's name well over 30,000 times, so we have to choose wisely and always be sure it has a meaning.&lt;br /&gt;My wish list is SIMBA, FURO, NEO and GOOGLE …&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Once i sent SMS to all my friends for suggesting a name for our Guy, 70 % of the replies were "Prabhu". Mummyyyyyy…Am i???&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fun apart. Here are the few names i got it frm my friends.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Capsi, Mojo, Reno…&lt;br /&gt;Rocky, Terry, Pogo, Phoenix …&lt;br /&gt;Zack, Zee, Zooey, fonzi, Fiesta …&lt;br /&gt;Pappu, Scooby, Roxy, Jumbo, Shelly, Dolly …&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Okeiiii, the stage is urs …&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Pup thank you for taking the time and effort to choose the perfect name :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-3584497187610371284?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/3584497187610371284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=3584497187610371284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3584497187610371284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3584497187610371284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-wet-nosed-friend.html' title='My Wet Nosed Friend …'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-2461716691081558072</id><published>2007-11-29T16:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:38:51.687+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yagnika Strikes - Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode 7: The Departure:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Need Expert Comments, Here we are…Center of Excellence”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordings engraved in Aryan’s T-shirt glowed on Yagnika’s face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yag - Hei this is too much man. What you do in CoE? Chumma you do all Hype!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan – You are jealous. What will I do for that? That’s a huge thing and you won’t understand it too :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yag - ok leave it. Why you are looking dull yaar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan – I have a bad news for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yag – What, you still not getting any girl friend na. Am I right? Haha…First of all grow up man. Forgot about the kiddy stuff. Then you will get committed soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan – If I have to lose everytin mere for a Girl friend, Sorry let me be single and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yag – ok tell me Whts the news you are supposed to share with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan – Am going onsite to Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yag- That’s good news dear. You will experience a new environment. You need a change in the midst of hectic work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan – You will be missing your Best Friend dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yag – yep. What to do for that? It’s your future and am happy for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan – Ofcourse I need a change yaar. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“The best time to look for the change is, when you feel really comfortable. Yes I mean it. If you are too comfortable and like to stay there forever, then you are in trouble. When no one questions you, there won’t be anyway to grow high in the Career. I was so comfortable that there was no one to question me. Ands that’s why came the change.”&lt;/span&gt; But i will be missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yag – Me too. But all the best. Ciao tmrw. Bye da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little devil left the place. Aryan sat for a while and started thinking. Doesn’t she miss me and is she is hiding her feelings or really happy for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late evening, Yagnika got the call.Yah da, tell me whats up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A – am leaving tomorrow by Lufthansa at 1:45, security check in will be around 11 PM. Do come to send off me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Y – Will try da. Since I might have concal in evening, but will make up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A – hei Yag, whts this. So you won’t come na. It seems that you are happy to depart me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Y- Useless you are my best Friend, I told you I will make up by anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A- Chumma don’t lie. You won’t have time to mail me, message me, no time to reply to my messages too, no time to meet me up too. When I ask about this, you simply tell that you are busy. Ofcourse you are busy and I understand your situation, but don’t you have 2 minutes to spare for me. So you mean am just like your another friend and not a Best Friend. Are you not feeling sad to leave me dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Y –Stupid, What’s the problem vyth you? It’s your career and future dumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A – See you are scolding me too. You gals are always like this. Tx mam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Y – ok kewl. I will come there 2 send of you. Happy …don’t make me to hang you again on the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was late evening; all the friends came to send of him. Thank god she came up finally.Talking to all my friends so happily and wished him for a great time ahead there. Aryan tried to look at her eyes, but she looks happy. Oops. Am feeling so sad to leave her, but not even a sign of dull mood from her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was expecting her to say, “Please don’t go…….I promise u I will never fight with you, I will never trouble you again, I will always answer your calls and meet u up frequently”, “Is this the last time we will see each other? Won’t we ever meet again?” with a pool of water about to splash from her eyes…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yagnika - Dude, You lost somewhere? Packed everytin or not, did you bought the Tinkle and chocolates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan – Yah da. Packed everytin (He just sat on the couch where no one around and called her). Hmm tell me da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yag – Nothing. You take care. Do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was ready for departure and its time for security check in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Yag, Aryan told bye to all and turned towards the check in counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone started leaving and there the moment came. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yagnika was looking down with a drop a Tear coming from her Eyes and trying to wipe it before anyone looks her. That single drop of tears showed how much love and affection she has on him and Aryan realized someone had laid lashes to make him to understand the real love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan came back and stood there like a statue in front of Yagnika and told her &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“Voila…I know you my Best Friend”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Raining all thru the city outside. Both were laughing at each other and Yagnika started rhyming…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rain Rain go away,&lt;br /&gt;Come again another day.&lt;br /&gt;Little Aryan wants to Fly;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, rain, go to Minnesota,&lt;br /&gt;Never show your face again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-2461716691081558072?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/2461716691081558072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=2461716691081558072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/2461716691081558072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/2461716691081558072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/11/yagnika-strikes-part-4.html' title='Yagnika Strikes - Part 4'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-8877527626269114643</id><published>2007-11-29T16:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-29T16:02:54.887+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To All Those Who Hate me …</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To All Those Who Hate me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me!&lt;br /&gt;But your heart knows the Truth… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel sorry now our affection died young &lt;br /&gt;It seems so late so tell me what have I done &lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong or is it right &lt;br /&gt;To let you go I know you’ll be gone out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Worry not, stay there. I’ll go out of sight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast you have time to Hate me,&lt;br /&gt;Hate me today &lt;br /&gt;Hate me tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;Hate me forever&lt;br /&gt;Atleast you remember me in this way … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To All Those Who Hate me&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me!&lt;br /&gt;But your heart knows the Truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me all you want. &lt;br /&gt;Hate me with every bone in your body. &lt;br /&gt;Hate me so much that I’m not even worth your time.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I ask of you. &lt;br /&gt;Hate me for what you know I am, not what you think I am. &lt;br /&gt;There lies tremendous difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did blah nothing wrong.blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;The day will come to make you wake up&lt;br /&gt;But i won’t be there to say Morning wishes…&lt;br /&gt;The Best way of Revenge –&lt;br /&gt;Is being Serene, and&lt;br /&gt;I can do no more than Thank You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To All Those Who Hate me&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me!&lt;br /&gt;But your heart knows the Truth. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-8877527626269114643?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/8877527626269114643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=8877527626269114643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/8877527626269114643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/8877527626269114643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-all-those-who-hate-me.html' title='To All Those Who Hate me …'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-3354918238168418983</id><published>2007-11-29T16:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:37:11.091+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yagnika Strikes - Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Episode 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The D day ends with lot of surprises and excitement but without a single wish from the Best Friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of enjoying Happy moment or falling sick is , your friend is not there with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking back on the evening, Aryan just met Yagnika.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yag - Who the Hell you are dumbo, where did you lost all the day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ A – hei cmon I was very busy for the whole day, come lets go yaar. My Friend is falling in sick, I have to meet him. Will drop you on the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yag – no way, I have some wrk dude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ A-  u have to see him da. He just pulls her and started the car &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yag – so whts special 2day dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ A – notin spcfc yaar. Just gone like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yag - Hei Aryan where are you going da? Where is your Friend’s home?just wait for a moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They soon reached a place where a huge independent villa covered with big compound wall, engraved as “Avanthika Gardens”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they entered, small cute, cheerful puppies ran towards them and jumped on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yagnika – wow, so cute da. Your friend has so many puppies in home. I like these pups a lot. They are so cute. See that white pup. Its so cuteeeeeeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan – Yah . All these are Lab and golden retriever pups and you like it dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yagnika – If your friend is not here, I will take all these puppies to my home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan – Hei Yag, all these Pups are …..for you and  and …Many More Happy Returns of the Day sweeto !!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yagnika started crying and tears fall down. You remembered my Bday, then why you hadn’t wished me stupid. I was waiting for the whole day dumbo.You are still hanging on the mouse in my desk  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan –  haha…My wish was there in each wish you received yaar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yag – how come? Don’t play.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan – Don’t you feel my presence in each wish? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was me who called your Mum to make sure that her wish shud be first one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was me who reminded your 5th Std schoolmate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was me who called up your neighbor aunt to wish you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was me who informed your busmate to wish you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your onsite friend purposely stressed the word “Best Friend” to make you to guess how she knows your day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember the Green rose, it was me who told the florist to give you the flower and sell you the Shrubs in surprise cheaper cost. More than that it was me who sticked the “Cute Art where a guy count the stars”. Do you remember, who is having the Habit of counting the stars even now (Rmbr the Blog post 12486 and goes on. ..The count is now 12984 :-) ). I thought you feel your Best Friends presence in these entire things. How come you are not able to recognize it? Now I am disappointed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yag – Heiiii sorry sorry very sorry dear. How stupid I am? So sweet of you. Sorry baba.Hmm. Tel me what you want me to do now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan – Notin just give me 1 KG of chocolates &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yag – hei common better scold me pls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan – Ok thn better give me 2 KG of choices. That’s it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-3354918238168418983?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/3354918238168418983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=3354918238168418983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3354918238168418983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3354918238168418983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/11/yagnika-strikes-part-3.html' title='Yagnika Strikes - Part 3'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-3366934654119954411</id><published>2007-11-29T15:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:36:05.748+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yagnika Strikes - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Episode 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtalk chat box blinks up, indicates message fromYagnika …&lt;br /&gt;~Y: Hei Aryan, do you remember my Birthday? This question from Yagnika struck with a surprise and Aryan suddenly said “Ofcourse dear”.&lt;br /&gt;~Y: Tell me when it is da?&lt;br /&gt;~A: Hmm how can you ask like this to me, I know My Best Friends Bday by default?(Meanwhile Aryan searched the Organization Database for the User profile)&lt;br /&gt;~Y: Then tell me immediately … (Query is getting time to process )&lt;br /&gt;~A: So it means you are testing me&lt;br /&gt;~Y: Deiiii ..no samalifications…u idiot tell me the Truth. Hoila…finally the system displayed the User Details&lt;br /&gt;~A: ok, I wont talk to you further as you doubted me. Your Bday is on Apr 6. Happy now. Bye …&lt;br /&gt;~Y: Heiiii sorry da. I just played vyth u. sorry…pls pls…&lt;br /&gt;~A: Am busy. Ciao latr.&lt;br /&gt;~Y: hei sorry dear… wait wait. Ping me back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Apr 6, 12’o clock midnite. Yagnika was expecting his call. Phone rang up but it was from some other friend. She had avoided the call as she wants his wish to be first one, but thought that he is still angry with her or he had forgot her Bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mobile screen glows as “SweetHome Calling”. She attended the call vyth so much joy.Hei Munna, Many more Happy returns of the day. Thanks Mummy. And her dad and Bro too wished her. Then she started complaining to her Mum,”mummy Aryan hadn’t called me up”.Dear, he might be slept as of now or trying to reach your mobile. Just wait for sometime.No way mummy, he definitely knows my Bday and he is purposely doing tis” -Yagnika.See dear, he is your Best friend na, so he wont do this. Wait for the Surprise. Take care. Good night dear.&lt;br /&gt;Oops.whats up now?The next call is from her 5th std school friend Ramya.Yagnika surprised by this wish as she never expected call from Ramya.Then from Priya, Vidya, Archana, Dinesh, Bharath and all her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a call from her friend Nitu in New Jersey.Yag- Nitu, tx a lot ya, you remembered my bday and called me frm thr to wish.Nitu – It happens when you have Best friend yaar?.Yag- Tx yaar. Nitu – Remember, Best Friend yaar?Yag- Ofcourse you are. Tx dear.&lt;br /&gt;Still she is expecting the important call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the doorbell rings. Yagnika got excited and thought that definitely it’s Aryan. She told all her roomies that it will be her Best Friend.She opened the door and suddenly her face become…..dull as it is her nearby aunty standing with a bouquet.Hi aunty. Pls come in.Happy bday beti.Aunty, how come u know my Bday?Your Friends had told dear.Tx aunty, pls take the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything ended well but without Aryan’s wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I call Aryan and blast him nicely. She thought for a moment and her Ego stopped her. Why shud I call him? He shud remember this. Being a best friend how come this dumbo forgot this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to sleep and wake up next mrng to get ready for the office.When she just came out to catch her office bus, a Roadway florist came near to her room and asked Yagnika “Madame, do you want Rose Shrubs as these are fresh and new one came from Ooty.”Yagnika is so happy to see the lovely roses as all the rose shrubs are beautiful.Can you give me 2 shrubs, those with White and Violet color?To her surprise, the florist told, Madame each shrub costs just 7 RS and when you buy one you will get one free.It surprised her completely and asked ‘Are you joking’, everyone sells each shrub for RS 30 to 40 and how come you are giving it so cheap.Mam, this is not festival or season time and moreover I came long way from my place, so selling it soon to get back to my place.She was so excited and bought almost 12 Rose shrubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Florist then gave a lovely Green Rose and said it’s especially for you Madame&lt;/span&gt;.Wow, green Rose. I was searching for this colored rose shrub only, so nice of youThanks a lot and you made my Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yagnika’s inner mind wake up and again thought, “see man, a florist had made my Day”, Where did you gone useless. I hateeeeeeee you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She catched the Bus and sat on the windows seat. Her bus mate Sandhya came and wished her. Yagnika is full of excitement and surprised by these unexpected wishes.She just swipe in the card to enter her cubical. To her surprise the cubicle is fully decorated with “Birthday Wishes”.Yagnika got very excited and attracted much on the wonderful Art where “Cute kid sitting on the Seashore on the Full moon day, but counting the Stars” pasted on her desk.Wow, it’s so cute. Hei who had pasted this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahul told, guess it yaar!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yagnika - “Is it Nitin or Purnima?”&lt;br /&gt;Purni- Hei you are wrong, one more chance for you.&lt;br /&gt;Yagnika – Is it our Team lead Swadhika?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, leave it you are lost. Very bad of you. We all selected specially for you.&lt;br /&gt;Yagnika- Tx a lot yaar. Did Aryan came here?&lt;br /&gt;Swadhika – No yaar. You hadn’t seen him. Surprise !!!Yag - no, no . He told me that he will come here to tell me what time we both can go for lunch.Hmm..Nitin- ok ok… got it..enjoy ur day.&lt;br /&gt;Yagnika then gave a nice kick on the cute kiddo doll on her desk (Which she named it as Aryan). You dumbo, I kill youuuuuuuuuuu. Doll was hanged on the mouse :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time she cursed Aryan as she is getting unexpected wishes but not from him.&lt;br /&gt;Surprise will be revealed in nxt episode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-3366934654119954411?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/3366934654119954411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=3366934654119954411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3366934654119954411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3366934654119954411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/11/yagnika-strikes-part-2.html' title='Yagnika Strikes - Part 2'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-3736268360468289726</id><published>2007-11-29T15:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:34:37.860+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yagnika Strikes …</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yagnika Strikes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder how a name has so much attraction. Here goes the story behind this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode 1:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was yet another fine day in the office.&lt;br /&gt;During the break time, went to our office library to search for a book on Change Management. I stood up to look around by a gentle smile of a girl. I turned around to find a cute, girl beaming up at me with a smile that that lit up her entire being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Yagnika here. Can you please tell me where the UNIX wrack located? Wow…i just realized how a Name has great attraction. Yagnika…Seems the name has some sort of special attraction. First time i impressed by the name and stand still in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;Yagnika waved her Hands in front of my face and asked, can you please tell me where the UNIX books located.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing right side, i showed my hand on the Left side. She said, Thanks a lot. BTW, may I know your name?&lt;br /&gt;Oops will my name sounds attractive like her.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that’s the index of mine and I said "Aryan". I was really attracted by the name and that made me not to concentrate on Yagnika’s appearance. I thought of going to the library at the same time to see Yagnika tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode 2:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Hectic today and i was rushing up for the Tool Evaluation of the project. Clock strucks 11:30 and i realized its time to go for library. I rushed up to the library. While signing the library register, saw Yagnika's name just in top of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Hoila its time to read the face. Now i got the confusion on looking at number of girls standing in the library. Who is Yagnika in this gang? Oops…how stupid i am of not recollecting her face. It seems like it won’t work out. Then i turned back to get back to business and signed the out time in the register.&lt;br /&gt;There it comes the Husky voice…"Hei Aryan", How are you. You are leaving soon.&lt;br /&gt;Yah of course, but sorry may I know whom you are?&lt;br /&gt;Very bad of you. It’s me Yagnika yaar. How come you forgot me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yagnika Strikes…. :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She is so cute and charm and i wonder how i hadn’t seen her face on the last meeting. The name strikes much. Then we talked for a while and asked about which project she was and some basics  as I have to rush back.&lt;br /&gt;While leaving, she said “Do mail me na ".&lt;br /&gt;Sure Yagnika. Ciao later.&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise we met back on the evening when we left office.&lt;br /&gt;It’s me this time.&lt;br /&gt;Hei Yagnika, you started leaving.&lt;br /&gt;Yah da. Work got over. And we had normal chit chat for a while…&lt;br /&gt;We became instant friends.&lt;br /&gt;We share our first Cold Coffee 2gether.&lt;br /&gt;Every day for the next three months we would leave office together and have nonstop talks. Bunch of mails, messages and meetings.My energy increase up on seeing the outlook pop's up for incoming mail named "Yagnika".&lt;br /&gt;I was always mesmerized listening to this name "Yagnika" as it has some special sort of attraction which I don’t know how to tell.&lt;br /&gt;We became close friends and she introduces me to her team mates and they told me that, you was that guy whom Yagnika talks much.&lt;br /&gt;With the simple smile, she tells of course he is my Best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode 3: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yagnika…Quite fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like,"While counting the stars and when I find a new Bright star in the sky, I name it as Yagnika which makes me to feel like the star comes down to earth and sit on my room to chat with me for a whole night".&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I write a very nice poem, I thought of keeping the title as YAGNIKA.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I come across something fascinating and unique thing, I feel those things are somewhat related to Yagnika.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm where this story ends…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode 4:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the year, Yagnika became a campus icon of our team as i told my team mates how much attraction this name has. Everyone asks how she looks? i wonder How they are not attracted by the Name rather than on the Beauty.Its like something beyond the Rays like electro magnetic rays which the planets and sun shares on the galaxy.She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other teammates. She was living it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i told her "my friends want to see you. Just an intro dear".&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, she came to our cabin as a surprise and to my surprise all the heads in my Cubicle turned to one direction, the direction where Yagnika stands with her typical cute smile.&lt;br /&gt;Guys this is Yagnika and everyone were looking at me with the typical smile of being Caught Red Handed.I have introduced her to all my Teammates.She talks, talks and talks much.&lt;br /&gt;Here are Tit bits of one her Philosophy…"There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy and achieving success. "You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-3736268360468289726?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/3736268360468289726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=3736268360468289726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3736268360468289726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3736268360468289726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/11/yagnika-strikes.html' title='Yagnika Strikes …'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-6236791101827533025</id><published>2007-10-12T15:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:50:34.357+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Let Certain thing's be Unanswered ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its all in the Selfish Gene and Mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One's god think where shud they keep the secret of creation and only intelligent can know it, they kept in the Gene and whoever is intelligent enough to break can know the fact behind the secret. Gene’s will reveal themselves and not wait for the Human to intervene. Once the Gene’s think the Human’s had reached the Intelligence they expected, the Secret Gene’s will show themselves where they are hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature has a code which needs to be broken…more like a crossword puzzle. The more you dig…the more you uncover. May be sometime in the future…the whole thing would be revealed…and it’s worth just the same pursuing it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Is god Exists or did we created God? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Is Ancient Genius Man created God to make the future Human beings to have faith, obey, respect on good things. You might think, "Why do I believe in something I have never seen?” Then, you do not really think that GOD exists which makes me think all over again! &lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, very much confused!! Whether one of us created GOD or whether the GOD created us…has always been a matter of never-ending debate!  Science works by observation. It is constrained by laws. Anything and everything has to obey the laws of Physics. And that’s the chief reason why scientists do not read much into mystical experience.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the concept of God as revealed by Guru Vethathri Maharishi.&lt;br /&gt;His concept is very logical and scientific. Whatever we see in this Universe (the earth, solar system, the galaxies…….) exist in the space which is infinite and omnipresent. This space holds everything together. Also we can see a pattern and regularity in this universe. We see a pattern and regularity in solar system, in the galaxies, in a tree and in other Biological and environmental systems. So there should be a Universal Consciousness which attributes to this pattern, regularity and the consciousness in human. Also there is energy in everything we see. So the space which holds everything together is full of energy and consciousness. Before everything came into existence in this universe there was only space everywhere. From this space everything came into existence.  Now there comes a question, how everything would have come from space. For that Vethathiri attribute a property to space. The infinite everlasting space has an inherent self compressive force which results in the manifestation of the universe. This primordial state of the universe, the space with infinite energy, consciousness and self compressive force is called GOD. So whatever we see today came from that primordial state.  His philosophy gives greater insight about GOD, how we should live our life and a way to achieve world peace.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For example, if someone asks "why everything exists?” you'll get a variety of answers form different people. However, in the end, you'll feel that you're not satisfied with the even the best answer that you've got; you still would feel that there probably might be another aspect which hasn't been explored yet. And will science clearly explains about god? no way, so shall we say science itself is wrong. that’s not true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let certain things be unanswered, unsolved. Unravel the mystery of being you a tiny bit everyday. That’s what makes life exciting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was about to finish writing this post, I heard someone whispering very near to me….  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hei Shiva, interesting stuff Na!!!&lt;br /&gt;You are right Vishnu, it will be a big debate to follow, and will they find the mystery behind the creation?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it's all in the hands of the Secret Gene to survive enuf to make the human's more intelligent so that it will come out one day. But it seems like now it will end again in a question mark!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering is that the voice of Lord Vishnu and Shiva?  :-) :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-6236791101827533025?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/6236791101827533025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=6236791101827533025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/6236791101827533025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/6236791101827533025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/10/let-certain-things-be-unanswered.html' title='Let Certain thing&apos;s be Unanswered ...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-8518909490870305972</id><published>2007-10-11T12:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:38:19.918+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gaming Rhymes...</title><content type='html'>Remembering the Gud old School days brings lot of memories back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One such thing is the Gaming Rhymes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes such a lovely Rhyme. Here u hv 2 sing the Rhyme while doing some action packed fun with ur frnd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So So So..on the Go...&lt;br /&gt;Mr 1, Mr 2, Mr 3.3.3...&lt;br /&gt;Mr 4, Mr 5, Mr 6.6.6...&lt;br /&gt;Mr 7, Mr 8, Mr 9.9.9...&lt;br /&gt;My Father is a Teacher...Teach teach teach,&lt;br /&gt;My Mother is a Singer... Sing, sing, sing,&lt;br /&gt;My Sister is a Dancer... Dance,dance,dance,&lt;br /&gt;My Brother is a Boxer... Box,box,box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Goes …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit opposite 2 each other.&lt;br /&gt;U hv to start with "So So So on the Go" by dashing ur folded hands with each other&lt;br /&gt;Keep both of ur Hands parallel to each other in vertical mode &amp;amp; clap ur right hand with ur frnds left hand for MR 1.&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively for Mr 2&lt;br /&gt;And for Mr 3..3...3 - clap the right hand vyth right and left vyth left to ur frnds hands in horizontal mode.&lt;br /&gt;Continue the same sequence till Mr 9, 9, 9 ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thn while saying "My father is a Teacher,Teach,teach,teach..", &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Take a stick and beat ur frnd lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thn while saying "My mother is a Singer, Sing,sing,sing...", &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Scream loudly on ur frnds Ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thn while saying "My sister is a Dancer, Dance,dance,dance...", &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kick ur frnd by ur leg nicely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thn while saying "My brother s a Boxer, Box,box,box..." &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Smash ur frnds Face&lt;/span&gt;... :-) :-) and Do remember to Run away immediately :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-8518909490870305972?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/8518909490870305972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=8518909490870305972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/8518909490870305972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/8518909490870305972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-told-you-na_11.html' title='Gaming Rhymes...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-4596975549699391331</id><published>2007-10-10T14:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:21:04.601+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Told You na ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It’s the Talllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllest Building…! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here goes, our Story’s Hero who is going to Commit Suicide&lt;/span&gt;, whose age is around 26 or 27 working in a software concern…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking handsome, earning 6 digit salary. Then what’s the problem in his life and why he is going to commit suicide. Is it bcoz of not having a girl friend; is it a Love Failure, or mental depression due to hectic work? Wht else would be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime our hero reached the upstairs of this Talllllllllllllllllllllllest building. Alarm starting ringing and video cameras automatically live telecasting the images everywhere to indicate someone is there in prohibited area. Wow technology improved a lot and people donno what’s going on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay…reached the top floor. Now its time to Jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Watch showed the time as 1:03 10/10/2201 …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1…2…3… jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops…Whts this all the windows of the apartments are closed. And oh it’s raining suddenly! Yeakssss, its too cold, cant I die peacefully?&lt;br /&gt;Thank god, sun came out and typical Chennai hot climate is back ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like hands and legs getting very tired… Oops vision is getting dim and going dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I hadn’t reached the ground floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What’s the time now? It’s 2:58 10/10/2221 …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG it’s been 20 years and still I hadn’t reached the ground!!! Flying down, down and down ……………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;“Cant able to Guess what’s going on”, Read the Subject and First line :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-4596975549699391331?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/4596975549699391331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=4596975549699391331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4596975549699391331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4596975549699391331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-told-you-na.html' title='I Told You na ...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-3314271506616794284</id><published>2007-10-04T12:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:56:45.895+05:30</updated><title type='text'>R U REALLY PATRIOTIC??</title><content type='html'>Got his fwd frm a frnd os mine...sincerely am already following the stuff mentioned in this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are sometin 2 discuss in serious note…&lt;br /&gt;00% sure  of u say yes to my qn…but pllzzzz think before you say yes ….&lt;br /&gt;so theqs is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;R U PATRIOTIC?? WUD U DO NETHING FR INDIA…OR FROM WHERE EVER U BELONG????????&lt;/span&gt;WELL , those say we arent patriotic…stop here , i appericiate that u atleast say the truth…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but those who says , m like bhagat singh , sukhdev etc.. read onso u r a patriotic indian….thats cool….but all plzz stop lying….r u patriotic really??????&lt;br /&gt;if u r , then u must want ur country as good as USA , CANADA , as clean as them…but tell me , do u throw ur waste papers , other garbage in the dustbin , wen u r in a park , and u cant see ne garbage bin near u , dont u throw the waste there only?????ok for modern generation , do u throw ur chewing gums in the paper properly and then in the dustbin??????I DOUBT….now please dont say we do , be true guyz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know u would argue,throwing waste doesnt mean that we are not patriotic, but being a human u shud have done these simple things too in prior. That’s what I jus want to make a point rather than pin pointing on ur patriotism&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok another qn , (m not saying or pointing) but think , if ur dad is corrupt , or ne of ur known is corrupt , wud u immediately go to ur dad and say dad dont do this???if u find a wallet while going on the road , will u go and give it to the police???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read this story…." 1ce a japanese guy was travelling by a bus , he saw 1 american just tearing a little of the seat , he didn't said nethng to him , he noted the bus no. and next day he tied that seat up with a pin and thread" …and wat wud u have done , if u were in same situation…u must have said …." mera kya hai , meri bus thodi na hai" …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well fellows , 1 person have to start it….if somebody will see area around u clean , he/she will also try to make his/her area clean.. if u wrap ur chewing gum and then throw it , others will do the same…somebody have to take initiation….wat a democracy we have , the person who wanna speak sth against somebody , he is given a huge amount of money , and he too being corrupted shuts up….If this is democracy , its good not to be in a democratic country , look at AMERICA , do they have caste system???? do they got reservations????????Y a student getting 90% and a student getting 60% study in same college , bcoz of reservation????well do they deserve to b in that college???????????we just say say and say……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dont do nethng , bcoz we are happy , we are nt facing any problem…..but just think about those who dont get good books to study , cant afford tutions , have brain but are nt considered intelligent???????now wat do u think , reservation is for a rich SC student or for a poor non SC student??and all this things is to get votes , to make india more low in national status …..we are happy sensex is increasing….but u know wats the consequency of thisRICH PERSONS WILL BE MORE RICHER….Hurrayyyyyyyyy,but poor will become more poorer…but who cares for them????? we are rich and we are happy….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO IF THIS THING JUST TOUCHED U A LITTLE….FRM RIGHT NOW , DUN THROW THE WASTE HERE AND THERE , IT WILL BE A GREAT INDEPENDENCE GIFT FOR INDIA…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont think , wat alone u can do….if u live in manner , others will also start…….and yes "bund bund se hi ghara bharta hai "in english," drop drop makes the tub full…"m sorry if my any point hurted ne body…..but also dont u feel its the truth….and yes…action speaks louder than words…..so dont speak wat u can do , do wat u really can do…..and ya put ur comments too , whether u are patriotic or not…?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no need to do big things for the nation, even the little things matters a lot and these are some things you can do…I know it’s difficult to change/do immediately, try out whichever is possible at this second and plan for the rest &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASAP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. DUN THROW THE WASTE&lt;br /&gt;2. DUN LITTER OR SPIT IN PUBLIC PLACE&lt;br /&gt;3. HAVE A COURTESY of telling Sorry and thanx.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;4. Try ur level best to follow the Rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. DO HELP OTHERS. Enjoy the Ecstacy of Being Gud. Once u r addicted to this habit. It will make u to be gud, better  and best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-3314271506616794284?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/3314271506616794284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=3314271506616794284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3314271506616794284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3314271506616794284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/10/r-u-really-patriotic.html' title='R U REALLY PATRIOTIC??'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-189384116772793953</id><published>2007-09-28T10:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-28T10:54:32.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>100,Not Out and Goes on (100th Post )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And yeah…My Blog had its 100th post today...&lt;/span&gt;And it’s so good to know.&lt;br /&gt;I take time to look back at my experience so far on Bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i started writing this Blog, I used to visit it everyday hoping that there are some comments for what I have written :-)&lt;br /&gt;But I wasnt lucky as only few comments were written.Then I found the tool that counts the number of hits to my blog and I put it on my blog…Voila..&lt;br /&gt;It worked great and I was happy to see the counter increasing everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Though I write blogs for myself, it is a thrill to have some unknown person read it and comment on it. Only then I &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;realized the importance of leaving comments on blogs&lt;/span&gt;...to let know the person whose blog I read about what I felt after reading the blog.&lt;br /&gt;Its very important that you take time to leave comments atleast to acknowledge the person whose words you read !&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it could help the person write better too !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point in time, blogging became an obsession and I had to work hard on instilling some discipline into my blogging activity, watching the time I spend on blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on i forgot about the comments and post whatever i feel not expecting for the comments.&lt;br /&gt;Day by Day blogging became one of my Hobby. Lots of lots of different experiences.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i post something which i want to express it to a particular individual but not directly rather than thru my Blog.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the disappointment on others. Happiness shared across and lots and lots…&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i see many of friends post purposely to attract others rather than for the real cause :-)&lt;br /&gt;If at all one soul read the post and happy, that’s great joy rather than getting numerous comments just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What matters to my Blog is it does not matter how many hits or comments we have on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It matters the number of lives it touches everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Smiles we bring; happiness we spread&lt;br /&gt;Positive impact our work has on individuals&lt;br /&gt;People who we help move ahead in life&lt;br /&gt;People who we inspire to achieve their dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger has become an integral part of my life. It has given me a unique identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy blogging...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-189384116772793953?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/189384116772793953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=189384116772793953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/189384116772793953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/189384116772793953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/09/100not-out-and-goes-on-100th-post.html' title='100,Not Out and Goes on (100th Post )'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-1509430140673346618</id><published>2007-09-18T15:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:42:26.956+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Will i ever Grow Up ...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bought Frito’s Cheetos nearby shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in my office.&lt;br /&gt;Now, dunt ask me wats so great abt that…&lt;br /&gt;Jus listen up! So, yeah.. as usual , on evening, i opened the cheese balls pack to munch while working! J&lt;br /&gt;Little did i know i had a surprise inside! I &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;found a Cute Plastic Flyer&lt;/span&gt; in that!!! I got sooooo bloody excited that i immediately started using immediately - practically never bother about the place. The next moment, i bought one more Cheetos and i found another cute plastic flyer there!!! WooooW!!! Super cool na!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collected 2 colours.. got to collect the other 2 colour flyers too - blue and red!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all this sounds quite insane from a guy who is going to fly US in a few weeks time. But, i am this weird combo, who is a total freak for cosmetics on one side and on the other, loves anything that is kids stuff!!!!! When at home, we used to get such kiddo stuff for free (when i buy biscuits or chocis!!!). Usually, i never got a chance to keep them for myself. Mom and dad felt it was too stupid of me to play with such stuff and they used to pass it on to my other younger cousins! I wouldnt mind that tho! But i remember collecting tazo's that used to be given with ruffles lays!!! I collected so many that my cuzns got jealous. One day when i was away to skol, they took the whole pack from my home. I was searching for it all over the house. I even suspected my mother for throwing them away in the name of cleaning my shelf! Later, when i went to my cuzn's place, i found all my prized collections there!!! Hoila…I had scooted that back to home and kept in my secret wrack J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okei let me come to the incident which made me so embarrassed. Once I saw the Flyers, the very next moment thought of flying it high in the Air.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the first take of, I had made the flyer to fly high as much as I can and so happy about that, even jumped with joy a bit. Slowly it came down waving thru the end.&lt;br /&gt;Flight Just landed down ,I had lean down to take it and when I stood up, I realized that &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;was in my office corridor&lt;/span&gt;, where all the Associates are scaring at me with Mad Smile ( Particularly bunch of guys and girls started laughing at  me like anything). Oops how stupid I am and I just walked straight with eyes looking down.&lt;br /&gt;There it comes the final touch. A girl walked up and told me “Excuse me, here is your another flyer, you let it down while playing with the other”. BTW, where did u bought it?&lt;br /&gt;Do you really wanna know or teasing me. Bye bye…I just literally walked faster J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the interest in such goodies, i am this character who digs into his dad's travel bag and suitcase when he returns from a tour!&lt;br /&gt;I am such a selfish soul that i dunt even bother to ask him about his trip. But of course, i am kind enough to snatch the heavy bag, unpack it for him and check if he has got me anything!!! J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he went to Sabarimala temple in kerala, I was eagerly waiting for his arrival.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!! One week later, he returned at around 3-4am in the morning! And i was wide awake, not to welcome him, but his suitcase!!!&lt;br /&gt; But guess what??? He did get lots of chocolates. But sadly, enough, i was expecting that he get me some soft toys, but he got me one piggy that would skip!!! He also got an octopus clock!!! Yeakkssss!!! So scary it was!! OMG!!! I then felt i was a "big guy" to be playing with a pig that would go around the house skippin if switched on!!! For heaven's sake, i cant tell my frnds about his piggy that dad so lovingly got for me! I was sooo upset that day!!! I was like, "Appa, in kerala, arent there any soft toys?? Y of all the things u got me this pig??? My frnds will mock at me if i tell them u got me a piggy!! I dunt like it at all.. go to kerala again n get me somthing else!!!" Poor thing!!! Only now can i understand how bad he would have felt to hear those words from me! Every cuzn of mine born after me has played with that piggy!!! Now, my 2 year old neice plays wid it too!!! Frankly, i meddle wid it when i go home!!! J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave u guys to come to any sort of conclusion, but this is my other part of life and it never changes!!&lt;br /&gt;Have a colorful, happy and safe day!!! Have a blast and enjoy yourselves!!! Take care… Huggggzzzzzzzzzz!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S: There’s no point in being Grown up if you can’t be Childish sometimes :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-1509430140673346618?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/1509430140673346618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=1509430140673346618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1509430140673346618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1509430140673346618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/09/will-i-ever-grow-up.html' title='Will i ever Grow Up ...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-5274190689794794264</id><published>2007-09-14T20:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-14T20:44:12.421+05:30</updated><title type='text'>12486 and goes on ...</title><content type='html'>Have u ever have Weird Thoughts and Imaginations. I still have the habit of thinking beyond the human thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a Flight loaded with H2O to Mars and filling the Big big craters of Mars with the Water and creating a wonderful swimming pool out of this and enjoying the day (I still donno how to swim but dream abt this frequently)&lt;br /&gt;Going back to old age of Mahabharatha times by time machine and meeting Mr. Krishna ( Lord krishna, the great Philosopher of all times) and teach him the Theory of Evolution of Universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one lively thing I am still doing is “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Counting the Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”. And the current status is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12486&lt;/span&gt; … and still adamant on this.&lt;br /&gt;This habit started from my 12th std onwards and whenever I go to the upstairs in my home, admire the sky, stars and their appearance. Then one day started counting the stars without knowing that they are infinite.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the conversation I had with my MUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUM:&lt;/strong&gt; Chotu u cant able to count the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Why can’t I count it? I have Dad’s calculator with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUM:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh ho. Chotu even you can’t able to count stars by calculator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then how dad is doing his work with calculator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUM:&lt;/strong&gt; You can do maths by calculator but not the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mummy. Don’t lie to me like you do to DAD J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUM:&lt;/strong&gt; Hei you will get nice beatings from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You go mummy, I will come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had started feeding my pet NEO (Rabbit) and continued counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after growing up, this habit is still continuing though I know that I can’t able to count the stars. I know its silly but I love this and will continue forever.&lt;br /&gt;Will update you the day when I reach the number &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share all Ur weird imaginations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-5274190689794794264?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/5274190689794794264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=5274190689794794264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/5274190689794794264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/5274190689794794264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/09/12486-and-goes-on.html' title='12486 and goes on ...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-6633898429024108983</id><published>2007-09-14T20:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-14T20:25:34.628+05:30</updated><title type='text'>UnNoticed Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/Ruqg1N-Y4FI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lPB-yZRCkyA/s1600-h/unnoticedflower.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110073563350098002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/Ruqg1N-Y4FI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lPB-yZRCkyA/s320/unnoticedflower.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-6633898429024108983?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/6633898429024108983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=6633898429024108983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/6633898429024108983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/6633898429024108983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/09/unnoticed-flowers.html' title='UnNoticed Flowers'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/Ruqg1N-Y4FI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lPB-yZRCkyA/s72-c/unnoticedflower.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-1741706861484063184</id><published>2007-09-14T20:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-14T20:23:51.332+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thunai !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RuqgYN-Y4EI/AAAAAAAAADw/o0Z4lbXRnAQ/s1600-h/thunai.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110073065133891650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RuqgYN-Y4EI/AAAAAAAAADw/o0Z4lbXRnAQ/s320/thunai.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-1741706861484063184?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/1741706861484063184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=1741706861484063184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1741706861484063184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1741706861484063184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/09/thunai.html' title='Thunai !'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RuqgYN-Y4EI/AAAAAAAAADw/o0Z4lbXRnAQ/s72-c/thunai.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-8300185305045548920</id><published>2007-09-14T20:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-14T20:21:08.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Andha Marampolthan Naanum !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/Ruqfyd-Y4DI/AAAAAAAAADo/LM4T6Gk8q6c/s1600-h/andhamarampol.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110072416593829938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" height="296" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/Ruqfyd-Y4DI/AAAAAAAAADo/LM4T6Gk8q6c/s320/andhamarampol.bmp" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-8300185305045548920?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/8300185305045548920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=8300185305045548920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/8300185305045548920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/8300185305045548920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/09/andha-marampolthan-naanum.html' title='Andha Marampolthan Naanum !'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/Ruqfyd-Y4DI/AAAAAAAAADo/LM4T6Gk8q6c/s72-c/andhamarampol.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-528689312969550672</id><published>2007-08-25T13:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-25T13:14:46.678+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to market your Blog and keep your readers ?</title><content type='html'>Well if you are one of those bloggers trying to get some attention thensome simple but powerful tips to market your blog (that I got from googling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 1 - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Get the right name for your blog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Branding is all important.Now I chose a name “left meets right”. This sounds like a gizmo. But apparently does not reflect anything that I have writtenin my previous posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 2 - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Choose your content wisely&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Please try and retain similar themes for your posts. Keeping your content relevant will help provide your readers with contentthat they know they will find interesting and this will therefore keep them coming back.when you  write whatever was interesting to you at that moment. Now that would bemore appropriate as your personal diary; certainly not for a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 3 - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Spelling and Grammar are King&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - A big downfall of most blogs is that no one bothers to spell check them. This is one of the main reason why 99% of the readersturn away from a blog.&lt;br /&gt;Tip 4 - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Post regularly&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - This is the key. Readers who make a visit to your blog should not be turned away by lack of updates. Post regularly and you arecertain to have regular readers ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Blogging ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-528689312969550672?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/528689312969550672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=528689312969550672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/528689312969550672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/528689312969550672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-to-market-your-blog-and-keep-your.html' title='How to market your Blog and keep your readers ?'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-1333649200324301166</id><published>2007-08-25T12:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-25T13:06:42.654+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unfinished Voyage -- Why a Project Fails?</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder we &lt;strong&gt;LEADS&lt;/strong&gt; take a great effort to make a project success at the EOD. But somewhere we fail and those unfinished voyages will embarrass you in future.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes how to analyze the success formula and to sail thru the ocean to reach your project destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table below lists the criterion in order of importance with their appropriate success points.&lt;br /&gt;SUCCESS CRITERIA                                   POINTS&lt;br /&gt;1. User Involvement                                          19&lt;br /&gt;2. Executive Management Support                 16&lt;br /&gt;3. Clear Statement of Requirements               15&lt;br /&gt;4. Proper Planning                                              11&lt;br /&gt;5. Realistic Expectations                                    10&lt;br /&gt;6. Smaller Project Milestones                              9&lt;br /&gt;7. Competent Staff                                                 8&lt;br /&gt;8. Ownership                                                          6&lt;br /&gt;9. Clear Vision &amp; Objectives                                 3&lt;br /&gt;10. Hard-Working, Focused Staff                       3&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL                                                                100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each Criterion comprises of a five reasons and a question followed. As you read the five reasons, consider whether or not you have considered them in a real project. After each explanation of the five positives, they are listed again in question form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself each question with a specific project in mind and allot yourself the number of points specified for each YES answer. After reading all ten success criterion and the positive ways to achieve them, you should be able to calculate a score which can be a maximum of 100 and a minimum of 0. This number represents your project's success potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s not like other aptitude/ quizzets…I tried out, it came out well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROJECT SUCCESS POTENTIAL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this COMPASS Report we look at the first level of detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. User InvolvementFirst&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;find the right user or users. Look for users up and down the organization. Second, involve the user (or users) early and often. Third, establish a quality relationship with the user(s) by keeping open lines of communication throughout the life of the project. Fourth, make it easy for them to be involved in the project. Last, but not least, talk to them and find out what they need. After all, the only reason the project exists in the first place is because someone needs to use the business application when it is finished.&lt;br /&gt;Do I have the right user(s)? _____&lt;br /&gt;Did I involve the user(s) early and often? _____&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a quality user(s) relationship? _____&lt;br /&gt;Do I make involvement easy? _____&lt;br /&gt;Did I find out what the user(s) needs? _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For each question with a YES answer, add 3.8 points to the total project success potential score.&lt;br /&gt;Total Points (not to exceed 19) _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. Executive Management Support&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, find a key executive with a vested interest in the successful outcome of the project. Second, the key executive must have a bottom line responsibility to his/her personal career. Third, the consequence of failure is acceptable. Fourth, show the key executive a well-defined plan. Fifth and final, show the project team has a stake in the project's success. In addition, allow for continuous communication with the key executive in all aspects of the project as it moves through its life cycle.&lt;br /&gt;Do I have the key executive(s)? _____&lt;br /&gt;Does the key executive have a stake in the outcome? _____&lt;br /&gt;Is failure acceptable? _____&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a well defined plan? _____&lt;br /&gt;Does the project team have a stake? _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For each question with a YES answer, add 3.2 points to the total project success potential score.&lt;br /&gt;Total Points (not to exceed 16) _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Developing a Clear Statement of RequirmentsFirst, write a concise definition of the vision in the short-term, the mid-term and the long-term. Second, write a functional cross-section analysis and allow for re-iteration. Third, develop a functional risk assessment and management document. Develop a business case statement outlining return on investment. Finally, define metrics, measurements, and milestones to determine success and/or the completion of the project. Additionally, define what is not to be included in the project.&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a concise vision? _____&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a functional analysis? _____&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a risk assessment? _____&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a business case? _____&lt;br /&gt;Can I measure the project? _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For each question with a YES answer, add 3 points to the total project success potential score.&lt;br /&gt;Total Points (not to exceed 15) _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;4. Proper PlanningFirst&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Develop a brief formal problem or concept statement. This document should include a statement describing the problem and the resulting benefit to the organization if the problem is solved. Second write a requirements definition or concept solution document. This document is not the full specifications report, but outlines possible solutions to the problem. Third, identify the proper personnel. In this regard, name names and let these people know what their role is in the project. Have a firm start date and require the personnel to be available on that date. Develop a firm functional specification. Do not let this document promote scope creep, however it should allow for changing business requirements. Finally, develop a project plan with attainable milestones and prioritization. One the attendees said that users want so much out of their projects it is like "prioritizing an avalanche."&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a problem statement? _____&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a solution statement? _____&lt;br /&gt;Do I have the right people? _____&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a firm specification? _____Do I have attainable milestones? _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For each question with a YES answer, add 2.2 points to the total project success potential score.&lt;br /&gt;Total Points (not to exceed 11)_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5. Setting Realistic Expectations&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, write a firm and clear specification document outlining a project that is attainable. You need to take the time to write this document. To invoke the old saying "If you fail to plan ... then plan to fail." Second, prioritize project needs. Eliminate most of the features that are "wanted" or "nice to have". One of the attendees said that when a user insists on wanting too much she just nods, knowing she will deliver what she can. We need to be clearer and sometimes braver, concentrating on and delivering only features that are required. Third, develop smaller project milestones. Fourth, provide for change and manage the change. Fifth, prototype the project.&lt;br /&gt;Do I have clear specifications? _____&lt;br /&gt;Do I have prioritization of needs? _____&lt;br /&gt;Do I have small milestones? _____&lt;br /&gt;Can I manage change? _____Can I prototype? _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For each question with a YES answer, add 2 points to the total project success potential score.&lt;br /&gt;Total Points (not to exceed 10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;6. Small Project Milestones&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the majority of cases, 20% of a project's features will provide 80% of user benefits. The first thing is to concentrate on the twenty percent. Second, create a top-down design by understanding the "big picture" and breaking the project into manageable parts. Third, set a time limit on project milestones and deliver what is completed in that time limit. Fourth, use prototyping tools. Fifth, measure, quantify and account for the results.&lt;br /&gt;Am I using the 80/20 rule? _____&lt;br /&gt;Am I using a top-down design? _____&lt;br /&gt;Am I setting time limits? _____&lt;br /&gt;Am I using a prototype tool? _____&lt;br /&gt;Can I measure progress? _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For each question with a YES answer, add 1.8 points to the total project success potential score.&lt;br /&gt;Total Points (not to exceed 9) _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;7. Competent Staff&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, identify the skills required; such as an understanding of the business, leadership experience, and technical knowledge. Second, recruit appropriately skilled people from both inside and out of the company. Third, develop a well-structured and continuous training program. Fourth, provide and present incentives such as career advancement, skill expansion, and of course money, either in the form of bonuses and/or raises. Such incentives will insure the staff will be focused on the project and willing to see it through to the end.&lt;br /&gt;Do I know the skills required? _____&lt;br /&gt;Do I have the right people? _____&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a training program? _____&lt;br /&gt;Do I have incentives? _____Will the staff see it through? _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For each question with a YES answer, add 1.6 points to the total project success potential score.&lt;br /&gt;Total Points (not to exceed 8) _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;8. Project Ownership&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, clearly define roles and responsibilities for each member of the project team. Second, define an organizational model which supports the above accountability. Third, communicate the defined roles throughout the corporation. Fourth, tie incentives to the project's success. Finally, get commitments from each project participant, including users and key executives.&lt;br /&gt;Do I have defined roles? _____&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a defined organization? _____&lt;br /&gt;Does everyone know their role? _____&lt;br /&gt;Are incentives attached to success? _____&lt;br /&gt;Is everyone committed? _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For each question with a YES answer, add 1.2 points to the total project success potential score.&lt;br /&gt;Total Points (not to exceed 6) _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;9. Clear Vision and Objectives&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, share the vision with all people and groups affected by the project. Second, be sure the objectives align with corporate goals. Third, make sure the objectives are achievable. Fourth, create measurable goals. Finally, install honest and continuous sanity checks.&lt;br /&gt;Is the vision shared? _____&lt;br /&gt;Is the vision aligned with company goals? _____&lt;br /&gt;Are the objectives achievable? _____&lt;br /&gt;Are the objectives measurable? _____&lt;br /&gt;Do I have honest sanity checks? _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For each question with a YES answer, add 0.6 points to the total project success potential score.&lt;br /&gt;Total Points (not to exceed 3) _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;10. Hard Working, Focused Staff&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, provide incentives for the staff such bonuses, raises or promotions. Second, have the staff concentrate on quantifiable deliverables. Third, convey to each individual that they have part ownership in the project. Fourth, communicate that each individual has a role, which is inclusive of functioning as a team. Build a team that works well together. Finally, a proper plan with attainable results and milestones will build confidence in the staff and keep them focused.&lt;br /&gt;Are there incentives? _____&lt;br /&gt;Are we concentrating on quantifiable deliverables? _____&lt;br /&gt;Does each member have part ownership? _____&lt;br /&gt;Does everyone work together? _____Are we building confidence? _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For each question with a YES answer, add 0.6 points to the total project success potential score.&lt;br /&gt;Total Points (not to exceed 3) _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Calculate all of the points to achieve the final score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-1333649200324301166?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/1333649200324301166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=1333649200324301166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1333649200324301166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1333649200324301166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/08/unfinished-voyage-why-project-fails.html' title='Unfinished Voyage -- Why a Project Fails?'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-6054540693275506762</id><published>2007-08-17T22:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:17:34.428+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Strains of Independence Day ...</title><content type='html'>The day starts with the telecast of Independence Day celebration and the PM's speech for the Nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for flag hoisting at a school called “Avichi” nearer to my friend’s place. Came back to room and switched on the TV. All the channels were telecasting about the freedom struggle, 60 facts about Independence, patriotic songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all usual things, but we felt sad about 3 important facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Strains&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eternal Refugees:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   At the time of partition, people were migrated from pak to India and from here too. Though they left all their wealth and belongings, government had taken some measures to make comfortable living for these people. But the people from East Pakistan (Bangladesh) were left out without any considerations and they are still living in the Refugee camp, which comprises of 18000. They became eternal refugees without a proof of citizenship and other basic needs. This is because that they were from East Pakistan and were not given importance. Every human being will be proud of saying that this is my country and I am belonging to this nation. What about these people? They came from the lost country and lost in the living country!.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Commercializing National Anthem:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     All the channels were telecasting the National Anthem AD of Airtel which was a new album composed by A R Rehman. It is acceptable if it was telecasted one time. But the real frustration is, this had been telecasted on every commercial break through out all channels. How can such a disrespect can be done to country’s National Anthem. How could this can be commercialized? It was very disappointed to see such disrespect. On Thursday and Friday they were just telecasting the making of the album. That was accepted but this is highly regrettable. As a media, they have high responsibility and I wonder how not even a single person had thought about this. This is not like other issues which we just worry about this and let go. This has to be put forth to the respective people in addition to all the respective authorities in order to avoid the same in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Game of Death:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 And the other issue is, mere for the hype for the occasion of Independence day media called up  the 1971 war veteran Mr Devassy who is still struggling to get his Pension and announced that he will give up his life on Aug 15. Nice of them that they had brought this to public and showed the sad face of nation. But where this media lost on the Independence Day and later today. There is no news about the proceedings of Mr Devassy whether the government had taken any action or what happened to his life. They brought this to public and they have the responsibility to show the public about the proceedings. Why they forgot about this after the Independence Day. Is this just for increasing the channel viewer ship, if so don’t they have other incidents rather than playing with the life of a human being?&lt;br /&gt;Why nobody is questioning about this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not like other issues which we just worry about this and let go. Guys you all have responsibility and please show this atleast in such a national outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my Manager Jay’s post especially on Commercializing of National Anthem on his Blog &lt;a href="http://www.lowpriceedition.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.lowpriceedition.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He already sent mails to Airtel, Hindu and all the respective people about this. We are trying to oppose this in a stronger manner. Please make your comment on his Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-6054540693275506762?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/6054540693275506762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=6054540693275506762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/6054540693275506762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/6054540693275506762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/08/strains-of-independence-day.html' title='Strains of Independence Day ...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-2202391356027312575</id><published>2007-08-17T22:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:13:59.989+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Redefining Independence Day …</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.hindustantimes.com/news/specials/iday06/a" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;15 August, 1947 – a day when India got independence from over two centuries of British rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifty-nine years later, does it mean anything to us? “Of course it does,” we cry in unison. TV channels will broadcast national celebrations, AIR will play patriotic songs and some important people will unfurl the national flag. But what about the aam janata (common man)? What do they do on August 15? I ’ll tell you what most of us will do. Get up late in the morning (it is a chutti yaar), glance through the Independence Day special published by different publications, check out some patriotic flicks on TV and hang out with friends. Or better still, most of us will see it as a perfect day to meet our long-lost relatives or friends. But how many of us stop to think (if even for a minute) what we mean to our nation? What have we, in our individual capacity, done for our nation? How many of us have helped in the public causes like literacy mission, blood donations or helped a blind man cross the road? Now you’ll wonder how ‘petty things’ like these are connected to the national cause?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it is. Small gestures like these go on to make each one of us a responsible and generous citizen. Small things like lending your extra clothing and food for the flood struck citizens or working with NGOs during the college break will help us reach out to many needy people. Is that too much to ask from the Rang De Basanti generation? Certainly not. We had touching gestures of generosity during the Kargil war, Gujarat earthquake, tsunami devastations and more recently Mumbai blasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These hard times witnessed millions of Indians come out on the streets to help needy citizens in every possible way irrespective of caste, religion or region. The only thing that mattered then was humanity. Again, who were these people? They were the ordinary citizens, like you and I. If we can care for our fellow citizens in times of need, can’t we be humane to each other in everyday life?Don’t you think it’s time we stopped thinking of Independence Day as just an occasion for “remembering our national heroes and singing national anthem”?Let us give Independence Day a new meaning. Let it be a day for taking stock of our big and small contributions to society and setting self-goals for the year ahead. Let us celebrate each day as our Independence Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us contribute to our nation building, our ecology in every possible way. Let us be more civic and generous to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be our true independence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-2202391356027312575?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/2202391356027312575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=2202391356027312575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/2202391356027312575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/2202391356027312575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/08/redefining-independence-day.html' title='Redefining Independence Day …'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-7141818814292395055</id><published>2007-08-12T17:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-12T17:40:19.597+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Curtain Raiser: 60th Year of Independence</title><content type='html'>Here comes the country’s most Prestigious Occasion…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Curtain Raiser for the country’s 60th Year of Independence.Indian Independence Day on Wednesday, the 15th of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Independence Day is an annual celebration commemorating the anniversary of a nation’s assumption of independent statehood, usually after ceasing to be a colony or part of another state.Most countries honour their respective independence day as a national holiday and some countries or nations’ independence-date honors are contested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Name INDIA:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDIA, referred as Heaven of Earth is the seventh-largest country by geographical area, the second most populous country, and the most populous liberal democracy in the world.[8]The name India may refer to either the region of Greater India (the Indian subcontinent), or to the contemporary Republic of India contained therein.The term is derived from the name of the Indus River and has been in use in Greek since Plutarchus[1] (1st century AD). The term appears in Old English in the 9th century,and again in Modern English since the 17th century….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Republic of India has three principal short names and ancient name Aryarvrath, in both official and popular English usage, each of which is historically significant.All are originally designated a single entity comprising all the modern nations of the Indian subcontinent.These names are India, Bharat, Hindustan and Aryarvrath (Those days Indians are called as Aryans as they belong to the land of Aryarvrath).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Will try to post the unknown events, facts and controversial facts in the upcoming posts instead of consolidation of happenings of 60 years. Hope this wont let to the big argument and debate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be Continued…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-7141818814292395055?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/7141818814292395055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=7141818814292395055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/7141818814292395055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/7141818814292395055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/08/curtain-raiser-60th-year-of.html' title='Curtain Raiser: 60th Year of Independence'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-7004690842359643719</id><published>2007-08-09T21:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:28:16.863+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Taare Zameen Par…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a id="favourite-post-24" style="CURSOR: hand" rel="nofollow" name="Add"&gt;Guys…ok now listen up, am going to tell about a story. A story about a star, who speaks, laughs, walks…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply to say…Taare Zameen Par…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would have seen the stars in the sky blinking and sometimes winking at you. ever wonder it speaks vyth you. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;One fine day a star from the sky landed on Earth and i saw its searching for a home full of love&lt;br /&gt;and looked at me from the distance and smiled…&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Earth my Sweet Little Angel.&lt;br /&gt;And the Star is none other than My Niece “KAAMYA“…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny hands, button nose, chubby cheeks, little toes. Cute little pink lips…choti choti aankein…softy palms. sparking eyes.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder why kids are very beautiful…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baby is cuddles and tickles on toes&lt;br /&gt;The sweet scent of powder, a kiss on the nose&lt;br /&gt;A baby is teddy bears, rattles, powder, and pins&lt;br /&gt;Meals at midnight, giggles, and grins ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots and lots of fun everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We play lot of games. Finally i will get tired of and lie down.. She is such an energetic never resides on one place not even a minute…She has a habit of seasonal crazy. Today she will be crazy about dog, suddenly her craze shifts to balloon, cars etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wonders the sky and ask why the stars are there, why the moon is too high to catch and she asks me to get the moon for her . Poor fellow what will I do. I will ask her to Kiss me , then only I will give her whatever she wants. She does the same and I just give her Laddu or some sweet to divert the topic. This is happening daily and I love to get a kiss from her. So chweet….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine morning, We heard the sweetest voice in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Yes you are right. Kaamya started speaking. My sister is flying in the Sky and asking her to Say Mummy thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;And of course Kaamya has special love on me. Don’t know whether being Uncle or showing too much love on her that made a special bonding b/w us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still she doesn’t know how to cry., since we never let her to CRY for more than few seconds. How you will let your angel to shed tears. ?&lt;br /&gt;She looks at us keenly and do whatever do in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;My dad used to speak on the phone walking on the corridor or in balcony.&lt;br /&gt;she just replicates when the mobile rings. she take it and run fast to the balcony, holding mobile on left hand and right hand on the back, walk lovely here and thr and say halo, how are you, bojanam aayana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is now much familiar with the keypad. Her favorite caller tone is Halgadi Badal rahi …I used to change my caller tunes frequently as per the current hits, but stick to this just for her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is gr888 fan of Sharukh. Whnever SRK songs shown in TV, she sits on her special cushion and forgot the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;And she is my companion to watch Cricket and F1 Race. Just made her to admire on Cricket and CARS and of course KIMI is our favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hide and Seek Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We 3 guys (Me, My Niece and My Pet Snoopy) used to play this Game.&lt;br /&gt;I used to hide the dairy milk chocalate on d SOFA and tell them its on the SOFA.&lt;br /&gt;But wont say in which sofa and in which part of the sofa its placed. Adn time to google it ...&lt;br /&gt;i always move slowly to make them to win the game.&lt;br /&gt;Our guy snoopy run fast and starts searching , meanwhile my Niece catches Snoopy’s Tail and move it away and jump on each SOFA and turn back with her typical soapy smile asking me indirectly where it is.&lt;br /&gt;My heart melts just like that by the lovely smile and will show where it is hidden and she wins the game.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile if snoopy finds out first, he takes the chocolate and run to my Niece and give it to her. Even Snoopy is addicted to Kaamya’s Smile :-).You love to loose the Game, when your loved ones win it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no point in being Grown up, if you can’t be Childish Sometimes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she is the best company for me to read comics, play with toys and watch cartoons openly and i used to tell everyone that i have tuned cartoon network only for my niece :-). She loves to sleep on the Cradle with her own style of one leg on top of the other, sucking the thumb finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's crazy on music and songs and has her own collection (Hey Shona from Tara Rum Pum, Munbe Va from Jillunu Oru Kadhal, Suraj Hua ma…from K3G, Koi mil gaya from kuch kuch Hota Hai, Lamha Lamha from Gangster, Vasanthamullai from Pokkiri, Vaikasi Nilave from Unnale Unnale, Paartha Mudhal Naal from Vellaiyadu Vilayadu and the list goes on…) Its so cute and nice to go for a walk with my Niece on the Shoulders and Snoopy on the other side. The whole street looks at us and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When snoopy and my niece join together, the day will be full of naughty things. Snoopy try to catches whatever birds come to home. Kaamya joins with him and tell to catch this and that.&lt;br /&gt;The entire home will be filled with dust and dirt. Finally i will be the victim who get all scolding’s from my MUM, as i enjoy all those happenings . My niece has her own style of speech which is tough to understand but so nice to hear…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Her Dictionary of words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Gyangu — Water&lt;br /&gt;Pibu — Prabhu&lt;br /&gt;eyyapu–wont give you&lt;br /&gt;Babbu — Ballon&lt;br /&gt;Aapu — Food&lt;br /&gt;Ammiyaa — My Mum&lt;br /&gt;Ammae - her MUM&lt;br /&gt;chandha– Moon&lt;br /&gt;KeeKee - Bird&lt;br /&gt;BaBaba – Hen&lt;br /&gt;Addu - Laddu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is very simple if you learn and love to live. And she brings all the happiness.&lt;br /&gt;And our star is yet to learn the “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” rhyme . Tats moi next Assignmet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-7004690842359643719?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/7004690842359643719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=7004690842359643719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/7004690842359643719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/7004690842359643719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/08/taare-zameen-par.html' title='Taare Zameen Par…'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-4377836812526871916</id><published>2007-07-10T14:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-10T14:41:19.582+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Forgive and Forgot - Most liberating forces.</title><content type='html'>Choosing to forgive set you on a path of liberty that allows you to live your life as you were meant to. I have chosen to live a life of forgiveness and I am definitely a better instead of bitter. Don’t bear grudges, just let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgot everything you did and forgive you for all the issues.&lt;br /&gt;This post is particularly meant for you ( Hope the right person got this message) and expecting your comeback soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-4377836812526871916?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/4377836812526871916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=4377836812526871916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4377836812526871916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4377836812526871916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/07/forgive-and-forgot-most-liberating.html' title='Forgive and Forgot - Most liberating forces.'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-3720148367704019457</id><published>2007-07-09T18:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-10T13:20:30.078+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back 2 FSGR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RpJA3Y_vXII/AAAAAAAAADg/XsKHuJuQDjM/s1600-h/firstphoto.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally we are back to FSGR (&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fruit Shop on Greams Road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). Its one of our favorite place in the city for the juiceholics. I was thinking of writing a post on FSGR, but someway missed out everytime. Finally Here goes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were into Loyola college for the Cricket Net practice on Saturday for our cognizant CCA cup. Very tired of the session and plan to land up somewhere we can chill out ourselves and there is our FSGR in Greams Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon took us to FSGR first time ( He likes to visit lot of places in the city - ranges from juice shops to adventure spots and he is the source for our weekend plans). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The inner view of the Fruit shop is completely in contrast to the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;You feel like you are in a Coolest place of the city.&lt;br /&gt;A delicious snapshot of the Cheery blended with grape and various fruits welcomes your saliva in prior to you.&lt;br /&gt;Its not just a Fruit shop, but looks like an office of an Interior decoration agency.&lt;br /&gt;The hanging lamps and the wall posters along with the xclnt arrangement of seatings makes you feel like you are in a hill station. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RpI38I_vXEI/AAAAAAAAADA/hLlVRNcb3wg/s1600-h/thirdphoto.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085188435601218626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="92" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RpI38I_vXEI/AAAAAAAAADA/hLlVRNcb3wg/s320/thirdphoto.bmp" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have lovely garden where we can relax well with a Cool breeze and sometimes surprises with Funky Magics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a gr888 thing we notice in FSGR is, the juiceman is a kind hearted person.&lt;br /&gt;When some stranger or&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Economically Challenged Person( Pls avoid calling people by the name begger)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; comes to shop, they offer a juice instead of like other shoppers who either shout at them or give mere 50 paise .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The juiceman became friend of us soon and Sharon tries different combinations.&lt;br /&gt;Soemtimes end up with lovely combos, sometimes thrown to recycle bins. But our juicemen, shankar is very gentle. He wont get irritated and loves the mad thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Shankar told that they had opened their branch in Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days we frequently visit FSGR but later on reduced from fortnite to monthly basis.&lt;br /&gt;And not much variety of juices to add up on earlier days. Mere they provide the seasoned fruit juices, but they have their own quality which made them unique. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later they tried their hand at innovative juices, way of serving the customers, stylish glassmaterials, juicemachines and the attractive tiles.&lt;br /&gt;They have ground floor on the beginning and renovated to increase to first floor, where all the commited couples land at first floor for the privacy.&lt;br /&gt;We see many couples who just buy a juice and spend time for hours. We poor guys see them sadly :-) and finish our quenchies quicker and fly off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a days, they came up with lots and lots of innovative and lovely juicips like&lt;br /&gt;Twists in the Tale ( Kiwi fruit spcl), Cheery Cheer - its an elegant milkshake blended with restrained flavors of cherry. Blueberry Magic - jamun spcl, Canton Cooler ( alltime favorite)- Lychee fruits dipped n Honey,&lt;br /&gt;Tang N Ginger punch - A light ginger with Grape blended with fruits, Ban D Banna - a subtle flavor of banana, Vaticna Orange , Peach Premium and a lot ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time there was a Guy and Gal sat opposite to us and seems like already an hour passed.&lt;br /&gt;They never bother about the surroundings and chatted loudly. We heard few conversations that were very funny but cant make up anything from that.&lt;br /&gt;Our guy heard better as he sat near to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the conversation goes like this... &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RpI4KI_vXFI/AAAAAAAAADI/xYdSCxG8yPQ/s1600-h/secondphoto.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085188676119387218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="194" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RpI4KI_vXFI/AAAAAAAAADI/xYdSCxG8yPQ/s320/secondphoto.bmp" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gal:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So and so my guy is gong to buy a car and he is planning to took his new girl friend to ECR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Guy:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have less time to spend with my girl. and how about your would be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gal:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My would be dont have time to reach me da. Guy i am dating now is dumbo man, he is not coming out frequently.And whats our plan this weekend, shall we go to Bikes and Barrels ( Its a Pub).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Guy:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lets decide later yaar, might the girl in my apartment have some other plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG...whats going on and who is lover to whom and who is going to marry whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were laughing at each other but confused of the surrounding and left the FSGR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phir Milenge shankar anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; For those who wish to chill out at FSGR,its near to Cafe coffee at Greams road ( Dotn ask me where is Greams Road ...). Thye have their site too &lt;a href="http://www.fruitshopongreamsroad.in/"&gt;http://www.fruitshopongreamsroad.in/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-3720148367704019457?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/3720148367704019457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=3720148367704019457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3720148367704019457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3720148367704019457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-2-fsgr.html' title='Back 2 FSGR...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RpI38I_vXEI/AAAAAAAAADA/hLlVRNcb3wg/s72-c/thirdphoto.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-810505346949636998</id><published>2007-07-06T17:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-08T16:14:30.555+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lost in the Back Seat of the CAR...</title><content type='html'>I was on Vacation for 5 days in my Sweet Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Sunday morning(01-07-07) around 11 AM in my home.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Back seat of My Car with the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Code Name God"&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;book in the one hand and pulling Snoopys's Ear ( Snoopy is my pet dog) on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First i thought of having a glimpse of the concept but When i started reading the book i had lost the outside world and time goes on.Was reading the book continuosly as the concept was very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime my MOM starts searching for me and thought that i would have gone to friends place.Later in the noon around 3:30 PM, when Dad came to the car to start somewhere and saw myself reading a book inside the car and Snoopy were sleeping well...he was surprised to see me there and the funniest part is &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Snoopy was lying on my LAP like a child&lt;/span&gt; and slept well.i dont want to disturb this guy as he is in sound sleep and just told DAD to start the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile we had not given any updates to my MUM.DAD reached Hari uncle's Home for some discussion.&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Snoopy is still sleeping !!!&lt;/span&gt; you know when i kicked snoopys leg slowly, this guy simply turn that side and slept off again. But remember snoopy is very active guard and hears even a low decibel but our man is in vacation mood and sleeping well today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD lost his patience and called me to come inside Hari uncle's home. Okeiiii..enuf reading and chumma acting/behaving like a book worm. We had good time there chatting,munching and watching TV. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Snoopy wakes up finally and barked on surprise about the new place. Very Good Morning Snoopy Sir:-) . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Snoopy got down and sat in between my legs and watched our conversations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile MOM pinged me to my mobile and scolded me nicely on came to know that i was lost inside the CAR :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and Here Goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Code Name God"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a must read book for all the Readers...But you should read certain sections of the book more than once to understand. The book is not all about science and its connection with spirituality. Mani begins on a rather philosophical note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;About Author:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mani Bhaumic is the inventor of the LASER technology . He was born in a village in Bengal when the independence movement was at its peak. His father was a school teacher and freedom fighter. He lived in abject poverty and was close to starvation and death many times in his childhood. He talks about how he was influenced by his father, grandmother, fellow freedom fighters and Gandhi. He says “Gandhi exhausted an entire empire by sheer force of his goodness”. During the famine in Bengal, his grandmother starved to death by giving her portion of the food to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rose from such a background to become a great scientist and multi-millionaire. He also gives an honest account of how he indulged in his wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Concept...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This book describes Bhaumic 's spiritual journey, his discovery of god. He tries to explain god using Physics and how he does it, is simply mind blowing. He also proves that he is first a scientist and then a spiritualist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are few amazing facts from the book...&lt;br /&gt;The book essentially divides into three parts.&lt;br /&gt;First, where Mani'schildhood life soaked in poverty and hunger.&lt;br /&gt;Second, where the author moves to the US as a researcher and becomes a millionaire in the process.&lt;br /&gt;Third, where the extreme richness leaves him contemplating on the more profound aspects of life and uses science to find answers to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are treated to a wide array of scientific facts based primarily on the Quantum Physics theories that try to explain the spiritual aspect of One Source - the concept of One God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a block of mud and arrange it into three different shapes - a triangle, a square and a circle. Now, even though we have three distinct matter that exhibit different attributes, the source of each of them is the same - a grain of sand. They are different, yet they are formed of the same source. Similarly, the world is formed by an energy particle called quark from which the universe sprang. This energy is all pervading and the order that underlies and enfolds all orders. And it is this One Source which we call by the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Code Name: God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you can understand that paragraph, you would understand what is behind all the complex jargon and complicated inferences that Mani uses to explain the science-part. Despite the author's valiant attempts to simplify the mind-boggling interconnections of quantum theory, a lot of it still continues to whoosh over my head. You cannot "locate" something that presents itselfin a form you do not expect to see, even if it is right before your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was also not sensible to hope that such riddles about universe, nature and spirituality which have baffled the human intellect since time immemorial would get answered within the span of a 200 odd page book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, riddles need not be solved to be enjoyed. And that's why I enjoyed reading the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-810505346949636998?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/810505346949636998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=810505346949636998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/810505346949636998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/810505346949636998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/07/lost-in-cars-back-seat.html' title='Lost in the Back Seat of the CAR...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-3139200419914645639</id><published>2007-06-28T10:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-28T11:04:13.220+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Sixth Finger ...</title><content type='html'>I have a sweet, little Black Samsung Mobile bought .&lt;br /&gt;Has all the features from mp3 to camera, Just like a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sixth Finger in my Hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mobile Tracker facility&lt;/span&gt; where when someone took your mobile and change the SIM , the number of the new SIM will be sent to the mobile number saved in the tracker option.Nice feature heina? But what’s the use of having the feature without using it. Am blaming myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Configured my favorite ring tones ( Jeans theme music for my family and Britney spears voice message - for the friends ) while receive calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally leave it in my keyboard tray,in office and near to my pillow when @ room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday nite 11:30 PM, june 22 2007, i was reading the Saddam’s biography.On seeing the sony ericsson mobile on the slab,my friend ( Boopash)asked me did Arun came to room today ( Actually my friend arun was leaving home that night and inform to another friend of mine but he had not informed to me or boopash). i just told him, as mobile is there he might have gone out somewhere. But the mobile kept in the slab is not arun and its my other roommate’s mobile( they both have same type of mobiles).So my friend just closed the door without locking the same, so that arun will open it when he comes late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pave the way for our beloved thief to steal our mobiles ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, i was sleeping well till 10′o clock. Suddenly Boopash wake up me and asked where is your mobile and not able to find any of our mobiles too.simply told him that arun might be playing da, ask him and continue my morning dreams.He woke me up and told that loosu someone had took our mobiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG !!! what a lovely start for the weekend!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3 of our mobiles were lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual our minds started thinking the fact behind this.We should have closed the door though we felt that arun might come late.Or atleast my friend should have informed to us about his travel.Or atleast one of my roommates who knows arun’s travel should have told us so that we would have locked the door.We searched the entire room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought the possibility of who would have came on morning.&lt;br /&gt;Is the servent maid?&lt;br /&gt;Is the lady who comes to wash the clothes?&lt;br /&gt;Is the guy who drops the Bisleri?&lt;br /&gt;Or the friends of my Ex roommate ( Lot of guys like driver, guy working in a steel industry, guy searching for a home in chennai — these people jus come and go without our knowledge and came to know only when our house owner informed us ).&lt;br /&gt;I went into a mini depression, and naturally thought that someone had stolen it.&lt;br /&gt;But how can i blame anyone without any proofs or doubts. thats not fair.&lt;br /&gt;I did panic, but blamed ourself of not locking the doors or atleast we should have kept the mobiles in the inner room.But more importantly, my trust in people has lost.&lt;br /&gt;I started a mini rant as to how I shouldn’t trust people anymore, how there is no sanctity of private space and so on.&lt;br /&gt;Might someone would have came to room and on seeing us sleeping well, the evil mind would have played the rest.&lt;br /&gt;A satisfactory part is i had kept my IPOD in the backpack on that day alone ( It will be lying beside with me near to the pillow everyday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pain to lose a mobile and the sad part is losing all the numbers.I had cute snaps of my Little darling ( My niece). Few poems which i typed in mobile and saved there itself.,Reminders, Favorite mp3s etc…&lt;br /&gt;Its just like losing your 6th finger…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even i thought of using the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SIM Backup feature opted by HUTCH&lt;/span&gt; for taking the backup of all the numbers in the SIM.As usual being a lazy fellow forgot about that and in the midst of busy tasks not able to type a copy of numbers too.That too Leo’s like us will be proud of our belongings and its hard to get our belongings shared to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god, when i bought the samsung mobile, my friend told me that common da buy IMATE or a Blackberry.Definitely i would have literally cried when i bought blackberry and lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we blocked the sim immediately and went to hutch shop to get duplicate sim to retain the old number.Number got activated and back to my old NOKIA mobile on sunday evening.Sad part is my friends duplicate SIM got activated only on tuesday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really felt like i was in a lonely land left alone for the two days.We were much used to the compactness and easier way of communication (Usually i always do something with the mobile — Games, change the settings : let me take rest, but why shud my fingers ). Now felt bad with empty hands.But the past generation before 10 years lived without the mobile and used the landlines in the home to make a call. Our generation is void of using the memory. We wont know the numbers we saved in the mobile.Technology gaves us lot of benefits and reduced the time gap and communication but we lost the way to use our memory, planning and lot of basics.Even today my dad used to remember lot of address, phone numbers in his mind. but i wont know even my number sometimes, i have my number saved as MyNumber in the contact list .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okei…let me use the technology but without compromising to the basics from now onwards…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway every day is a day full of lessons to be learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lessons learned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Use the utility/features&lt;/span&gt; available ( i shud have used the SIM Backup option of hutch to take backup of my numbers, Mobile Tracker option in my mobile to trace the thief)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Avoid Communication gap&lt;/span&gt; ( My friend shud have informed us that Arun is going home so that we would have locked the door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Get Clarified immediately&lt;/span&gt; ( atleast me or Boopash shud have asked my other roommate whether Arun have told anything that he will come late or going home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aware of Risk and Mitigations&lt;/span&gt; ( eventhough Arun will come latenite to room, we shud have locked the door and let we wake up and open the door when Arun comes back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A tool will be good only as much as you use it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-3139200419914645639?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/3139200419914645639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=3139200419914645639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3139200419914645639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3139200419914645639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/06/sixth-finger.html' title='The Sixth Finger ...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-4171800281119589159</id><published>2007-06-28T10:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-28T10:43:25.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Blood Red ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RoNDP4_vXCI/AAAAAAAAACw/FLf2UH89h70/s1600-h/Bloodred.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080978744880880674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RoNDP4_vXCI/AAAAAAAAACw/FLf2UH89h70/s320/Bloodred.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-4171800281119589159?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/4171800281119589159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=4171800281119589159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4171800281119589159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4171800281119589159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/06/blood-red.html' title='The Blood Red ...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RoNDP4_vXCI/AAAAAAAAACw/FLf2UH89h70/s72-c/Bloodred.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-4120602656738178342</id><published>2007-06-25T19:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-25T19:28:04.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Book Thief...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/Rn_HfVd3j_I/AAAAAAAAACo/RTuRVFQpJMc/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079998245849501682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/Rn_HfVd3j_I/AAAAAAAAACo/RTuRVFQpJMc/s320/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the best novel I have read after long time, it will challenge the most sophisticated reader...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Book Thief is positioned as juvenile fiction, a story for teenage readers, Some will argue that a book so difficult and sad may not be appropriate for teenage readers…Adults will probably like it (this one did), but it’s a great young-adult novel…It’s the kind of book that can be life-changing, because without ever denying the essential amorality and randomness of the natural order, The Book Thief offers us a believable hard-won hope…The hope we see in Liesel is unassailable, the kind you can hang on to in the midst of poverty and war and violence. Young readers need such alternatives to ideological rigidity, and such explorations of how stories matter. And so, come to think of it, do adults.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS NOVEL IS NARRATED BY DEATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually i always read the preface and check the last episode of the novel to validate whether it has stupid 3 words "To Be Continued" mentioned at the end. And maytimes I buy the novel and read it without having the last episode ( It will be very embarrasing to read a novel without the last epdisode after you come to know by reading till the penultimate episode). And as usual checked this book.&lt;br /&gt;The last lines in The Book Thief, where death says &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm Haunted by Human's"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will attract the readers,without keeping it in almirah to read it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a small story really, about among other things:&lt;br /&gt;a girl,&lt;br /&gt;some words,&lt;br /&gt;an accordionist,&lt;br /&gt;some fanatical Germans,&lt;br /&gt;a Jewish fist-fighter,&lt;br /&gt;and quite a lot of thievery. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the telling of the story is done simply,there is nothing simple about the novel. It is complex and many-layered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider first the cover with a snaking row of dominoes and a finger about to push the first one over. Think of the layers of symbolism you, in your adult experience, can put to that image without reading the book. Read the book and relate it, in just one instance, to the events which led to the rise of Nazi Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set during World War II in Germany, this is the story of Liesel Meminger, a foster girl living outside of Munich. Liesel scratches out a meager existence for herself by stealing when she encounters something she can’t resist–books. With the help of her accordion-playing foster father, she learns to read and shares her stolen books with her neighbors during bombing raids as well as with the Jewish man hidden in her basement before he is marched to Dachau.&lt;br /&gt;This is an unforgettable story about the ability of books to feed the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;EXCERPT from the Book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I saw the book thief three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BESIDE THE RAILWAY LINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up is something white. Of the blinding kind.Some of you are most likely thinking that white is not really a color and all of that tired sort of nonsense. Well, I'm here to tell you that it is. White is without question a color, and personally, I don't think you want to argue with me.&lt;br /&gt;***A REASSURING ANNOUNCEMENT ***Please, be calm, despite that previous threat.I am all bluster--I am not violent. I am not malicious.I am a result.Yes, it was white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it had pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ice.As you might expect, someone had died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't just leave him on the ground. For now, it wasn't such a problem, but very soon, the track ahead would be cleared and the train would need to move on.There were two guards.There was one mother and her daughter.One corpse.The mother, the girl, and the corpse remained stubborn and silent."Well, what else do you want me to do?"The guards were tall and short. The tall one always spoke first, though he was not in charge. He looked at the smaller, rounder one. The one with the juicy red face."Well," was the response, "we can't just leave them like this, can we?"The tall one was losing patience. "Why not?"And the smaller one damn near exploded. He looked up at the tall one's chin and cried, "Spinnst du! Are you stupid?!" The abhorrence on his cheeks was growing thicker by the moment. His skin widened. "Come on," he said, traipsing over the snow. "We'll carry all three of them back on if we have to. We'll notify the next stop."As for me, I had already made the most elementary of mistakes. I can't explain to you the severity of my self-disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, I'd done everything right:I studied the blinding, white-snow sky who stood at the window of the moving train. I practically inhaled it, but still, I wavered. I buckled--I became interested. In the girl. Curiosity got the better of me, and I resigned myself to stay as long as my schedule allowed, and I watched.Twenty-three minutes later, when the train was stopped, I climbed out with them.A small soul was in my arms.I stood a little to the right.The dynamic train guard duo made their way back to the mother, the girl, and the small male corpse. I clearly remember that my breath was loud that day. I'm surprised the guards didn't notice me as they walked by. The world was sagging now, under the weight of all that snow.Perhaps ten meters to my left, the pale, empty-stomached girl was standing, frost-stricken.Her mouth jittered.Her cold arms were folded.Tears were frozen to the book thief's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;About Markus Zusak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the author of I Am the Messenger, winner of the Children's Book Council Book of the Year in Australia, Fighting Ruben Wolfe, an ALA Best Book for Young Adults, and Getting the Girl. The author lives in Sydney, Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Book is available in LandMark and Odyssey... and the next in my wishlist is " The Reluctant Fundamentalist "by Mohsin Hamid and Saddam - " The Rise and Fall ". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-4120602656738178342?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/4120602656738178342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=4120602656738178342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4120602656738178342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4120602656738178342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/06/book-thief.html' title='The Book Thief...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/Rn_HfVd3j_I/AAAAAAAAACo/RTuRVFQpJMc/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-7579818557690401680</id><published>2007-06-21T16:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-21T17:24:28.502+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stash of substance on your IPOD...</title><content type='html'>Now you can have the TEXT of great poems, speeches, rants, philosophical doctrines, aphorisms and more on your iPod...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type the content in the Notepad file and upload in the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;notes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; folder in ipod and have a gr88 reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My IPOD is full of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Blake's Innocence &amp;amp; Experience&lt;br /&gt;&gt; More Haiku, Issa for the iPod&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Wittgenstein's Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Selected Haiku&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Two Lincoln Speeches&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Shakespeare Monologues&lt;br /&gt;&gt; U.S. Constitution&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Declaration of Independence&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 3 Gilbert and Sullivan Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Billy Collins Poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: More addins for IPOD available....will update in forthcoming posts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-7579818557690401680?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/7579818557690401680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=7579818557690401680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/7579818557690401680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/7579818557690401680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/06/stash-of-substance-on-your-ipod.html' title='Stash of substance on your IPOD...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-580454296571645364</id><published>2007-06-20T14:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-20T14:38:52.364+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why didn’t you want me Mommy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Month One&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Month Two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I’m not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Month Three:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what Mommy, I’m a girl !! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don’t like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too, and I cry with you even though you can’t hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Month Four:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Month Five:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I’m not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mommy, what’s abortion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Month Six:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear that doctor again. I don’t like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor calls it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make it stop! I can’t get away from it! Mommy!! HELP ME!! Mommy!!!! . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Month Seven:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I am okay. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am in God’s arms.&lt;/span&gt; He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn’t you want me Mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more heart was stopped.&lt;br /&gt;Two more eyes will never see.&lt;br /&gt;Two more hands will never touch.&lt;br /&gt;Two more legs will never run.&lt;br /&gt;One more child of God destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;One more mouth that will never speak...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-580454296571645364?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/580454296571645364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=580454296571645364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/580454296571645364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/580454296571645364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-didnt-you-want-me-mommy.html' title='Why didn’t you want me Mommy?'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-2142452713258253616</id><published>2007-06-16T13:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-16T13:37:30.419+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished...</title><content type='html'>Finally the D-Day arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all the Hard work we did for the past 2 years, its time to relax and party. And the masti is, we are going to have our &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MS Convocation on July 2nd week&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;From the day Cognizant had MOU vyth BITS for making the Associates to pursue MS degree, we had only one convocation ( Convocation for the first batch and only few associates turned up and this disappointed the academy a lot and stopped the convocation function at all).&lt;br /&gt;Why not we too suffer bcoz of the past happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided and had discussion and finally come up with the request of having convocation and promised them our presence.&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up Prabhu...We did it and deserve it...&lt;br /&gt;I had keep up my promise of telling u all "Phir Milenge" on that day...Its ur turn :-)&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for all u guys 2 meet u all soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome aboard...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-2142452713258253616?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/2142452713258253616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=2142452713258253616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/2142452713258253616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/2142452713258253616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/06/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission Accomplished...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-9207716603916775066</id><published>2007-06-11T22:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:51:57.208+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dont scream for the change,Be the change you seek in the world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The reason for the post is beacuse of bad experience of looking at the society and guilty of being one of the inactive person in the society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks to rediff and  my project manager ( Tx jay :-)) to add up more on this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sunday evening and was rushing for my friends wedding reception.My friend mailed me, called me, sms me, reminded me repeatedly to be there as i had missed her wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like am a gud friend and thats why such reminders :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost reached the place and searched for the reception hall.&lt;br /&gt;There it comes the problem which increase my temper and ignited my dormant volcano inside the mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a roadside tent,there lived a a mom, dad and 2 kids sleeping on the street.No one should have to live this way !&lt;br /&gt;The environment portrays the family condition is very poor.  Mere a tent where you can see the stars thru the roof of the rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy wears a short unfit shirt with lot of stitches and holes,trowser was in very bad condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In searing heat, a man lies in a fetal position and withers away the last few hours or days of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further down the gutted street, a cow has succumbed to hunger, thirst and decease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carcass lay sprawled across a patch of dirt. The fetid odour of rotting flesh rises unbounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raucous crows and a swarm of flies compete in frenzied feeding off the animal. Pedestrians rush by, preoccupied with their own pain and hardship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no time for the dead or the dying in this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horde of destitute people on the streets is unsettling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side lived a rich people who is becoming richer and richer and poor is becoming much poorer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why such contrasts and difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only on the living condition,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the traffics, roads, infra structure of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough the roads are well laid, that will soon be a home for mosquitoes to breed once the rainy season is on……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont blame the government alone for not laying the proper roads, but its all because of us who haven’t maintained it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has the discipline gone????, where has the mutual help and kindness gone??.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mention few,the drive from the chennai airport to the city laid bare the unimaginable horrors that India is unfortunately known for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In utterly chaotic traffic, devoid of discipline, etiquette or courtesy, man, beast and vehicle jostle for space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange smells, jarring noise and shocking sights greet your vehicle at every turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appalling poverty rattles every outsider who visits the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight of people living, eating and defecating on the streets they call home was gut-wrenching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another story and a different perspective of Chennai and the rest of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent times, India's numerous success stories have received wide media coverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last few years, India has become a powerhouse for information technology services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Educated and skilled in the complexities of computer software technology,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian youth are fast becoming the preferred backbone of IT departments of many a Fortune 500 company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian doctors have long had a stellar reputation in the United States. The high cost of healthcare in the US and other western countries has given Indian medical tourism forceful traction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indians are also making the news in the fields of science, politics, business and theatre, to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indians are Nobel Prize and Booker prize winners, congressmen, business tycoons, astronauts and CEOs of blue chip American companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much publicity and high profile manoeuvering,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian business trumpeted its arrival on the world stage by taking control of competing businesses. The fifth richest man in the world is an Indian. His wealth was not inherited nor did he find it in his backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly India is breaking away the shackles of colonialism and failed economic policies and a renewed confidence is taking hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A "can do, will do" attitude pervades the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exceptionally talented and excessively wealthy co-habit the same space as the illiterate, unskilled and the destitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did such a contradiction come about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarcity of jobs is advanced as one reason but, as in any complex issue, there are probably many more. Caste and sub-caste, religion and regional differences feature prominently and frequently as the bane of Indian society. Each segment fiercely protects its turf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skewed religious teachings and beliefs have often impeded peaceful co-existence. Karma, the belief that a person's current circumstance is a result of actions in a previous life, often gets in the way of reaching out to the needy with a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these beliefs and attitudes have a crippling effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society is fractured along numerous fault lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When India does arrive as an economic and military power, what values will it have to offer? What strengths will India project that others&lt;br /&gt;would wish to emulate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India today displays an insatiable appetite for anything western. Whether it is music, clothing and fashion or malls, morals and values,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indians have embraced them with an unabashed zeal. But what then of the Indian culture that stretches back a few millennia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything of value to be salvaged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you drift back to thoughts of the streets of Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How is it that such smart people can allow this to happen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not clear to us how and when the street people of India will join the mainstream of society and be able to live in dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet we do believe that in time to come, India will find its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is timely that India's ascent is taking place in these troubled times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, the answer lies in the religious and spiritual traditions that India has gifted the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for calm and circumspect leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come for India to take its place at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider ourselves…&lt;br /&gt;Being a software engineer and having a good family background, we live happily.With a big apartment in the Heart of the city,a guard for security,a well trained sniffer dog to add up the security,&lt;br /&gt; a home theater, Television, fridge, computer pc etc ect ect.You wont even have kids at home, but buy a lot of play toys to decorate the showcase . Enjoying the weekends in resorts and pubs and lot more to add up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I Hav’nt seen a single chair in the family staying on the roadside&lt;br /&gt;Spending the time in A/C cabins without knowing the outside world ( life is outside and not end within ur cubicle ). U wont get everything by googling guys.&lt;br /&gt;we remember the credit card numbers but not even the Dad's mobile itself ( are you checking ur dad's number in the mobile’s contact list :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eventhough you wont believe in the tradition of Rangoli,you still wont let anyone to walk on it, as it is the creation of your family girls.Why dont you think tis concept with ur fellow citizens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Solution :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that while India has several Silicon Valleys within it,&lt;br /&gt;the country also has three Nigerias within.&lt;br /&gt;"The Indian private sector is doing extraordinary things and the country is bursting with energy, yet behind all these is the reality,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"alluding to the rampant poverty that coexists with affluence. That reality,is that there are still close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to 800 million people in India who live on less than $2 a day despite India being a democracy, which is its greatest pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India, democracy has not allowed the rule of the majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What you see issue after issue, state after state is that powerful minorities, farmers, minority interests and landed interests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been able to capture the political system and extract government benefits for themselves [by way of] subsidies, etc,".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noting that Indian democracy is wedded to these powerful minorities,this is not an unfamiliar concept in democracy --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the US they are called special interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in India it has proved deadly because people who do not get represented are the ones who are powerless.&lt;br /&gt; Little wonder, that at the annual United Nations Human Development Index, India fares very badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is a great shame for Indian democracy. The large majority of people have somehow slipped though the cracks. So you see that India does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; worse than Bangladesh, worse than Cuba, worse than Syria, on all these measures. It does worse than many other countries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that have lower per capita GDP [gross domestic product] than India has".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is one of the important things that will make it impossible for India to continue&lt;br /&gt;this extraordinary growth and for this growth to trickle down to the masses,". There are all kinds of models of economic policy --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Hong Kong which was totally laissez faire to South Korea which had lots of tariffs and regulations, to Taiwan which was somewhere in the middle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Singapore which was pro-market but had a huge government presence.&lt;br /&gt;"But there were three factors that were in common in all these East Asian models. First was broad hospitality to markets and trade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;investment in education, particularly for the poorer half of the population, and third was the investment in health".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those are, so far, lacking in the Indian case" .&lt;br /&gt;When one looks at India's great growth story, one has to ask oneself that if the country does not make significant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; investments in education and healthcare -- which is essentially the investment in children that CRY is talking about --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will India be able to sustain the growth rate and sustain it in a way that it spreads to the entire country?&lt;br /&gt;What we have to do in a sense is to take advantage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the great political strengths that India has -- its openness, its democracy, its freedom and its participation at the civic society sector".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In other words, if India's strength is the society, not the State, if India's strength is the micro growth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the macro growth, if India's strength is the small entrepreneur and not the technocrat, then we have to leverage that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and use that as best as we can".&lt;br /&gt;"That is where you come in because it means that the only way this problem is going to be solved is if Indian society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the friends of Indian society mobilize and petition the government and get civic society involved, get nonprofits involved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That is the only way to get it solved -- a broad, multi-pronged, multi-tier strategy that tries to attack the problem".&lt;br /&gt;India is not going to get some "great minister of health or minister of education or minister for children's affair"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is going to suddenly make all these things happen and therefore there is no point sitting around for a good government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way it could happen is by pressing the government as well as through a charitable solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It has to be bottom up approach and not a top-down approach which means that you can't wait around and hope and wish. We have to reverse them".&lt;br /&gt;"All this sounds very gloomy, but I think it is less gloomy and India growth story is not as fragile as  it sounds because of the faith we have on the friends like you&lt;br /&gt; and few organizations which really helps poor a lot. Ignite the Ray of Hope, which one day will glow like SUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are all these problems but there are all these solutions and people, who are interested,&lt;br /&gt;who are motivated and who want to do something and who are beginning to change the dynamic".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not you, who else buddy. atleast let we do our part instead of waiting for the change to occur.&lt;br /&gt;You love the nasha of doing good things and once u start admiring it, the journey of life never ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Henry miller's quotes well on the change...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I saw the errors I had made and assumed full responsibility for everything.&lt;br /&gt;You know, instead of being a man who would say, ‘Well, it’s a rotten system we live under,’ and griping about politics,&lt;br /&gt;economics and the social condition, I said, ‘Despite all that, I could have acted differently, I could have come out,’ do you see?&lt;br /&gt;And I saw that as being the fault of my own nature, character and temperament.&lt;br /&gt;I accepted it, and once I did that, a great weight fell off me.&lt;br /&gt;I was liberated.&lt;br /&gt;I was able to really enjoy myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you are going to give back to this nation when you are going to sleep on the cradle of graveyard...&lt;br /&gt;We must be the change we wish to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dont scream for the change,Be the change you seek in the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-9207716603916775066?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/9207716603916775066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=9207716603916775066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/9207716603916775066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/9207716603916775066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-scream-for-changebe-change-you.html' title='Dont scream for the change,Be the change you seek in the world...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-3117125186469611572</id><published>2007-06-07T14:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-07T15:16:01.269+05:30</updated><title type='text'>For the Chocolate Lovers...</title><content type='html'>Come across tis lovely pictures whn i surfed online sites to order Chocolates... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cadburies come up vyth a good innovation to promo the Dairy Milk Chocs......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fact File:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Elephant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RmfPCld3j5I/AAAAAAAAABw/dEZr-uR8F6s/s1600-h/elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073251148580229010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RmfPCld3j5I/AAAAAAAAABw/dEZr-uR8F6s/s320/elephant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elephants have very good memories. This helps them to survive in the wild as they can remember where to find food and water during droughts. There are two types of elephant, the African and the Asian. The way to tell the difference is that the African elephant has much larger ears. An elephant’s trunk has over 100,000 muscles and tendons, lots more than the 600 we have in our entire body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fact file:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Zebra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073251891609571234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RmfPt1d3j6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/mKTh5E09qGQ/s320/zebra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Zebras are white with black stripes, and no two animals carry exactly the same markings, the greatest variations occurring around the shoulders. As the zebras move in families, the stripes help them recognise each other, as well as helping to provide a cooling system for their skin. An extinct relative of the zebra is the quagga, the last of which died in a zoo in 1883. There is currently a breeding programme to reconstruct the quagga from DNA, a few remaining skulls, pelts and photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fact File:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Piano &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RmfQU1d3j7I/AAAAAAAAACA/ZtYrimoQqW0/s1600-h/piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073252561624469426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RmfQU1d3j7I/AAAAAAAAACA/ZtYrimoQqW0/s320/piano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Piano was invented in the 1720’s by Bartolomeo Cristofori. The name piano is an abbreviation of piano et forte (soft and loud). Despite having about 230 strings the piano is not classed as a string instrument; it's part of the percussion family because the strings are struck by hammers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fact File:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Naming Conventions &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RmfQi1d3j8I/AAAAAAAAACI/o0ukIn1pAzo/s1600-h/newbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073252802142638018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RmfQi1d3j8I/AAAAAAAAACI/o0ukIn1pAzo/s320/newbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Would your little darling be just as sweet by any other name? Apparently not! Statistics reveal consistent favouritism when it comes to naming newborns in the UK. Topping the polls for boys since 1994 is Jack, despite stiff competition from Joshua, Thomas, James and Daniel, who’ve been jostling in the top five since 2002. More fickle are the females, it seems – after five years in the number one slot, Chloe was pipped to the post in 2004 by Emily, Ellie, Jessica and Sophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fact File:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hippo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RmfQ3ld3j9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ctdxghMHaW4/s1600-h/hippo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073253158624923602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RmfQ3ld3j9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ctdxghMHaW4/s320/hippo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite weighing up to three tonnes, a hippo is surprisingly agile, and can gallop at speeds of up to 30kph, but it cannot jump or even step over obstacles. The skin of a hippo is extremely tough and resistant to most land and marine obstacles as well as predators, but it is so sensitive that the hippo has to spend most of its days submerged in water to protect it from sunlight. It opens its huge mouth frequently, not just to yawn but as a display of the power of its huge teeth which are prized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Being Chocoholic made my cloths fit, as i put up more weight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-3117125186469611572?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/3117125186469611572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=3117125186469611572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3117125186469611572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3117125186469611572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-chocolate-lovers.html' title='For the Chocolate Lovers...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RmfPCld3j5I/AAAAAAAAABw/dEZr-uR8F6s/s72-c/elephant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-8549733937960561809</id><published>2007-06-04T14:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:43:07.687+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Superhero shud always be a SuperHero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RmPgO8m_VAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/m7_klE2o9Ss/s1600-h/spidey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Superhero shud be a Superhero...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RmPf8cm_U_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_k6fn5qwBN8/s1600-h/spidey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072143834914182130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RmPf8cm_U_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_k6fn5qwBN8/s320/spidey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do u xpct ur Superhero always havng date vyth a girl, roaming behind her, waiting 2 have candle light dinner with her, behaving like a normal human creature who try to punish his fellow worker, justifying his act of evil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No way ..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Super hero shud always be a Super Hero...&lt;br /&gt;He shud mesmerise us for the entire timeline of d movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cmon spidey, wht happen 2 u..u too fall on the trap :-(&lt;br /&gt;Spidey 3 is full of spideys personal life and no heroism unveiled tis time...He is roaming behind Mary Jane 2 xprs his love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a scene,where spidey rescues a lady and the crowd started chanting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowd: [cheering] Kiss him! Kiss him!Peter Parker: Go ahead, lay one on me!Gwen Stacy: Really?Peter Parker: Yeah! They’ll love it!Child in Crowd: [covering eyes] Don’t do it, Spidey![Gwen pulls a part of Spider-Man’s mask down; they kiss]Child in Crowd: Eww…&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jane ( Spidy’s Girlfriend looks at all this )&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jane Watson: That was OUR kiss!&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jane Watson: Let me ask you something. When you kissed her, who was kissing her? Spider-man, or Peter?Mary Jane Watson: Do you want to push me away?Peter Parker: Push you away? Why would I want to push you away… I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wht a pathetic scene to watch, typical Tamil cinemaism...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v slowly gtng irritated and started shouting Arae baba...wht happen 2 tis guy.Chotus and munnas shouting Spidey spidey spidey ..!!!but spidey listens to Mary jane alone.no heroic acts in the movie, mere the climax has the few action cuts that too spideys friend Harry comes to rescue spidey when he was hurt by sandman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here s the climax:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and Aunt May are told that Sand man is the guy who killed his uncle Ben. Peter as black spidy kills the sand man and then comes to Aunt May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Parker: Flint Marko; the man who killed Uncle Ben, he was killed last night.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt May: Oh my… What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Peter Parker: Spider-Man killed him.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt May: Spider-Man? I don’t understand, Spider-Man doesn’t kill people. What happened?Peter Parker: I uh… he… he was… I thought that you’d feel… He deserved it, didn’t he?&lt;br /&gt;Aunt May: I don’t think it’s for us to say wether a person deserves to live or die.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Parker: Aunt May, he killed Uncle Ben!&lt;br /&gt;Aunt May: Uncle Ben meant the world to us, but he wouldn’t want us living one second with revenge in our hearts. It’s like a poison. It can take you over, before you know it, turn you into something ugly…&lt;br /&gt;Peter Parker after breaking off from Mary Jane dates Eddie Brock’s girl friend. Eddie looses the job to Peter&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Brock: Please, I’m begging you. If you do this, I will lose everything. There’s not a paper in town that’ll hire me.Peter Parker: You should have thought of that earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on Eddie Brock’s becomes villain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Parker: Eddie… We can settle this…&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Brock: you got a point there, Parker…&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Brock: I’m thinking… Humiliation. Like what you did to me. You remember, Parker? Remember? You took my girl away from me. Now, I’m gonna take yours away from you.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Parker: Eddie, it’s the suit. You’ve got to take it off.&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Brock: Yeah, You’d like that, wouldn’t ya?&lt;br /&gt;Peter Parker: I’ve been there, Eddie. The power; it feels good. But you’ll lose yourself to it. It’ll destroy you. Take the suit off Eddie, it’s not too late!&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Brock: [“Thinking” about it] Nah… I like being *Bad*. It makes me… -HAPPY…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One more example of how spidey is like a normal Hero of Regional Films:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Harry and Peter are best pal’s but Harry always believed that Peter killed his father. In order to take revenge, Harry tries to take away Mary Jane from Peter. Mary Jane saddened by Peters behavior chooses Harry for the company. Its strange situation when we are rejected by someone we make decisions in haste. Like a creeper which just wants a tree, any tree to climb. Then we realize that we where wrong. Peter ( as black spidy ) takes Harry on even though he is his best pal and hits him badly. Later Mary Jane gets kidnapped by Eddie Brock and Sandman. Peter ( as good spidy ) goes to Harry.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Parker: Harry! I need your help. I can’t take them both, not by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Harry Osborn: [turns to reveal scars] You don’t deserve my help.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Parker: Harry… she needs us.&lt;br /&gt;Harry Osborn: Get out.&lt;br /&gt;But then Harry realizes that spider man didn’t kill his father. Harry has to choose now. His best pal is in trouble. Will he allow his pride and anger or will he help Peter?&lt;br /&gt;Peter fights with sand man.(Flint Marko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flint Marko: I didn’t want this. But I had no choice…&lt;br /&gt;Peter Parker: We always have a choice. You had a choice when you killed my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;Flint Marko: My daughter was dying, I needed money. I was scared. I told your uncle all I wanted was the car. He said to me ‘why dont you just put down the gun and go home?’ I realise now he was just trying to help me. Then I saw my partner running over with the cash… and the gun was in my hand… I did a terrible thing to you, I spent a lot of nights wishing I could take it back. I’m not asking you to forgive me, I just want you to understand.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Parker: I’ve done terrible things too…&lt;br /&gt;Flint Marko: I didn’t choose to be this. The only thing left of me now is my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Flint Marko: I’m not asking for your forgiveness. I just want you to understand.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Parker: I forgive you.Peter Parker: …I forgive you…&lt;br /&gt;Sand man goes away. Sometimes its difficult to understand whats good and bad. Spider man could have fought with sand man but then knowing the intension of the sandman , he decides on not doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spidy gets hit very badly by Sandman and Brock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;News Reader:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This could be a tragic day for the people of New York… Could be the end of Spider-Man…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry jumps in from nowhere and puts his hand forward towards spidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Osborn: [Helping Spider-Man up] Came just in time&lt;br /&gt;Peter Parker: Actually, a few minutes earlier wouldn’t have been so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Brock makes a deadly move on Spidy. Harry gets in the way and takes the blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end Harry stays on the laps of spidy waiting to die ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Parker: Hey, pal. How you doing? &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/Rmf2Pld3j-I/AAAAAAAAACY/W0Hj8CRyotY/s1600-h/spidey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073294252872011746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/Rmf2Pld3j-I/AAAAAAAAACY/W0Hj8CRyotY/s320/spidey2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Osborn: Been better.Peter Parker: We’ll get you through this.&lt;br /&gt;Harry Osborn: No.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Parker: I should never have hurt you. Said those things.&lt;br /&gt;Harry Osborn: None of that matters, Peter. You’re my friend. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RmPghcm_VBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/q8FhSZCJL_Q/s1600-h/spidey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Parker: Best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Harry dies on the Spidy’s lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eee...oooo..ohhhh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Film Ends vyth a moral:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Parker: Whatever comes our way, whatever battle we have raging inside us, we always have a choice. My friend Harry taught me that. He chose to be the best of himself. It’s the choices that make us who we are, and we can always choose to do what’s right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where does the strength of the spider gone. where does that heroic act diminished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Spidey please come soon with ur Heroic acts in forthcoming episode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-8549733937960561809?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/8549733937960561809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=8549733937960561809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/8549733937960561809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/8549733937960561809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/06/superhero-shud-always-be-superhero.html' title='A Superhero shud always be a SuperHero...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/RmPf8cm_U_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_k6fn5qwBN8/s72-c/spidey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-6568326598308639718</id><published>2007-05-30T17:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-30T17:45:00.522+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Na Ho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Death…an eventuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When? No one ever knows…&lt;br /&gt;What if you know?&lt;br /&gt;Will you live each day differently?&lt;br /&gt;Will you make amends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have often heard people say — &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;“Live everyday as if it were your last”&lt;/span&gt;. But guess till we are actually there the import of that would fail to hit us. Cause we are people who think months ahead…will I be promoted? Will I get a hike? Will the real estate costs soar? Should I come back offshore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so preoccupied with all those “planning” that we fail to look at the present…live each day to its fullest. Let me be honest…how much ever I try…I haven’t managed it so far. I just read &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“Tuesdays with Morrie” by Mitch Albom&lt;/span&gt;. Its a real-life experience between a student and a teacher….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about Mitch’s Sociology Professor…Morrie Schwartz…who suffers from ALS (Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis) and has few months left to live. Its also called Lou Gehrig’s disease…Stephen Hawking is a victim of the same. As Morrie slowly sinks into his final days…Mitch returns to spend time with him after nearly 20 years. Morrie and Mitch capture life’s essence in their Tuesday meetings…as Morrie gives simple answers to life’s questions on death, fear, marriage,family etc. Morrie can move you with his love…and also his aphorisms -&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; “When you learn how to die, you learn how to live.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another book by Mitch Albom called &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“Five people you meet in heaven”…&lt;/span&gt;on how a keeper at a theme park dies saving a girl…and goes to heaven only to meet 5 people from his life…who offer him answers on his life’s turn of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had done a post on my &lt;a title="Grandma" style="COLOR: #33ccff" href="http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/05/take-care-while-it-matters.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;…condition is very critical,no more hope of recovery and passed away... Reading about Morrie brought back those memories…I was almost close to tears. Its not a great book in my opinion…but then you never know, most times it’s the simple things in life that impact you deeply. If you are someone who can see beyond words…and appreciate books that allow you some introspection…read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;“Don’t hang on too long, but don’t let go too soon.” - Morrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-6568326598308639718?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/6568326598308639718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=6568326598308639718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/6568326598308639718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/6568326598308639718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/05/kal-ho-na-ho_30.html' title='Kal Ho Na Ho...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-1170272750801071669</id><published>2007-05-30T17:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-30T17:40:07.955+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Take Care while it Matters…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Your grandparents live with you…if not when did you last visit them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Or when was the last time you spoke to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;If you don’t remember the answers to these questions…its time you took care of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my schooltime when i was in 12 th std.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those past years have been tough for my family and me. My Grandma is in her later stages of life, waging a war between life and death.She walks with 3 legs ( A stick for the balance), that too only for a few metres.&lt;br /&gt;If you have a unfamiliar sound coming on the sleepless nights; If you have a body which covered mere by skin;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a pulse reading you feel while holding her hand, which says the heart beat fine which ensures your saturation is fine…you are alive!&lt;br /&gt;Never mind if you don’t open your eyes or talk or recognize people around you. Measurable parameters are fine, so you are alive??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a speacial love and affection on me and the same from me without any selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manytimes she urge me to come closer and hold her hand instead of placing her hand on my shoulder, she believes on my affection more than her hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks questions which she doesn't know what it is and that too repeatedly for countless times. Those days she told me a lot of stories and urge our serventmaid to continue the stories when she feel very tired and she will make sure that he is going in the right direction of the story...…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all 78 years old. She was married at 13 and had taken care of our grandpa's family single handedly with lot of courage and kindness... she was always keen on developing the wealth in terms of land and succeeded too.The house they lived in, stretched from one street to the next….so big a house that you can never manage to cover the place at a glance with lot of serventmaids, cattles, pet animals.Its amazing to hear that she had time for all.Now she hardly talks…if she does talk, it’s slurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her brain is affected and her memory comes in flashes. She fails to recognize my Dad sometimes but can talk about her relatives at the same time.But at times she would surprise you with amazing clarity on looking at me.Did somebody say old age is nothing but second phase of childhood? I cannot but agree more. While feeding her, we usually stand around her,urging her to open her mouth for a teaspoon of water or a coffee whcih she likes much…coaxing her like you would a 1 year old. We await every single word she utters like never before.I pray god for her long life, for her to be back on her feet and talk incessantly as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school days came to end. Finally i had spent a solid 2 months of time especially for my grandpa.Its time for engineering entrance exams,had been away from her for a month, done my exams and came back with ray of hope that she will be brave and bold as like before.But for my expectations, she was very weak and not able to walk too, always lying on the bed where her entire life shrink in a bed.My 12th results came, secured a gud percentile.We have to go to chennai for engineering counselling.But the grandma's condition is very critical and no more hope of recovery.Nothing can be done as my date of counselling is nearing and we left chennai, praying god with tears in the eyes.We were in University...My engineering admission got over and Dad got a call that Grandma is expired.we rushed back home immeditely for the final things to be done for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;As for the questions at the start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I make it a point to take care of them at least every fortnight. While we run around with a heat of hope each day, we fail to pause and attend to few things…which might mean lots to others. Not that we don’t want to…just that we don’t realize that such things can make a difference&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Take care while it matters…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-1170272750801071669?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/1170272750801071669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=1170272750801071669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1170272750801071669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/1170272750801071669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/05/take-care-while-it-matters.html' title='Take Care while it Matters…'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-9197488361326871270</id><published>2007-05-30T15:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:58:28.163+05:30</updated><title type='text'>That fortune is -- MOKSHA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continuation of the previous post!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Is there anything superior to even mOksHA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Yes! The lustrous body, defeating a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grand greenish mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the lip that shines better than a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ruby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the red eyes that puts a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘just then blossomed’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lotus to shame;The devotional rejoice, to address HIM as achyuthA (one who destroys the sins of the devotees), to address HIM as Lord of the Lords, and to address HIM as the cow herd boy krisHNa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bHaktha thondaradippodiAzhvAr feels that these are even greater than mOksHA itself. He goes on further to declare thus:‘If I get even the indhira lOka fortune, instead of this, I shall not prefer Oh Lord ranganAtHA!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original text is from thirumAlai (sacred garland) sung by thondaradippodiAzhvAr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord who wears it is the ranganAtHA of shrIrangam. ThondaradippodiAzhvAr is one of the 12 AzhvAr(s) of tamil bHakthi cult. The AlvAr(s) are great mystic devotees who lived during the advent of kali yugA. They have sung many poems in praise of the Lord, which also have great spiritual and philosophical significance. Each verse is an ecstatic outpouring of these devotees in their liberated state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The concerned full verse is:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;pachai mAmalai pOl mEni, pavaLa vAi, kamala chengaNN, achyuthA amarar ErE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ayartham kozhundhE ennum, ichuvai thavira yAn pOi indhira lokam ALum – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;achuvaiperinum vEndEn arangamA nagaruLAnE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a gem of a pAsuram and the most renowned one. We can see this in the inner wall of shrIrangam temple, along with another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pachai mAmalai pOl mEni:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The AzhvAr perceives the dhivya mangaLA vigraha thirumEni (sacred auspicious idol) of Lord ranganAtHa as a flourishing large greenish mountain. He says it a large mountain (mAmalai) because of its majesty. He addresses it as greenish (pachai), since only a greenish mountain is a treat for the eyes, and definitely not a dry one. The mountain has a unique characteristic. When we see it from a distance, it appears as though it is very near. But, if we actually walk towards it for a while, it appears to recede away from us. The more we go near, the more does it appear to recede! This is just true with the Lord. When we start realizing him, we feel HE is very close, such that we can immediately reach HIM. But, when we actually start our spiritual journey, he plays with us, not coming to our hold  so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pavaLa vAi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The AzhvAr is captivated by the lips of the Lord, which shines brighter than a jewel. He compares that with pavaLam/ ruby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;kamala chengaNN:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HIS eyes are red and broad like a lotus. Tradition has it that these eyes are the ones that transformed many ordinary mortals to immortal AchAryA(s). The moment they see these, they renounce the material world. Such is the spiritual power of HIS eyes. It holds you completely. You become as if held by a magician at the very second. You renounce money, reputation, relatives, any thing and every thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chengaNN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He addresses it as red for two reasons. The eyes become red out of compassion and great affection to HIS devotees. They also become red due to anger, at any harm done to HIS devotees by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;achyuthA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He is called achyuthA, since he removes the sins of all the bHakthA(s).&lt;br /&gt;amarar ErE ayartham kozhundhE:He is addressed Lord of the Lords, to reveal his universal greatness. On the contrast, he is also addressed beloved krisHNA, who wandered along the cow herd boys in AyarpAdi. He is the master of the world, at the same time very accessible like a boy next door. These are two distinct qualities of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the AzhvAr has the fortune to rejoice the Lord in this way, he considers even the mOksHA as inferior to this. He ignores that completely (achuvai perinum vEndEn). Such is the ardent devotion, he had. The commentators of this pAsuram wish to say vaikunTam/ abode of the Lord as being referred by the phrase - indhira lOkam ALum. They do not want to take the literal meaning as such. They feel that actual indhira lOkA as too low a comparison for this lofty experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vaikunTam (abode of nArAyaNa) versus bHUlOkha vaikunTam (shrIrangam) – devotees prefer the latter . Every great soul prefers a life in a dhivya dhEsham, very near to the lord singing his praises for ever, being in the company of similar people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same lines, another AzhvAr wishes to be born as a grass in the mountain of thirumalA. How noble a wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let us also follow the same path and wish soulfully for unwavering devotion and a life at his lotus feet in a sacred place!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-9197488361326871270?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/9197488361326871270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=9197488361326871270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/9197488361326871270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/9197488361326871270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/05/that-fortune-is-moksha.html' title='That fortune is -- MOKSHA...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-4042406303977710034</id><published>2007-05-30T15:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:50:50.789+05:30</updated><title type='text'>‘I shall not need, even if I get THAT fortune!’</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘I shall not need, even if I get THAT fortune!’ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What is THAT fortune? Is it the food, shelter and clothing? - No, he has the bHagavath prasAdham as food, temple as the shelter, and a dhothi as clothing. He is contented with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, is it the wealth that he refers as THAT fortune? - No, he has the Lord in the temple as the privileged ancestral wealth. Definitely, not that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the fame and reputation? - No, he has the fame of the adiyan/ bHAgavathan (servant/ devotee) of the Lord. He is indeed very proud of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the relatives and friends? - No, he has the entire sAdHu janam(s) (devotees) as his close relatives. He has no concerns whatsoever regarding that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, is it the fancies of the youth? - No, having seen the grandeur of the Lord’s vigraha thirumEni (idol), he remains captivated by it. The mind by itself does not seek any other external fancy&lt;br /&gt;He seems to be very firm in his determination, at least with respect to this material world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm… Is it the indra lOka, that is referred by him as THAT fortune? - No, even that place is subjected to the laws of karma. It is after all, a higher version of this world, and for that instance, even more dangerous. And for a person of his stature, is it after all this? No, definitely not!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have found it at last. Since, he is a true devotee; he cannot seek anything other than liberation/ mOksHA . Yes, it is the mOksHA at the lotus feet of the lord, to serve him with unswerving devotion for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Why does he say &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘I shall not need, even if I get THAT fortune/ mOksHA’.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Everyone knows liberation is the greatest fortune for a realized soul. But, he refuses that also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything superior to even that? Wow, sounds great! Is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Who is he? What is that he regards greater, for which he is ready to sacrifice even mOksHA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-4042406303977710034?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/4042406303977710034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=4042406303977710034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4042406303977710034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/4042406303977710034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-shall-not-need-even-if-i-get-that.html' title='‘I shall not need, even if I get THAT fortune!’'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-3227840539800817437</id><published>2007-05-30T15:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:51:29.260+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Silly Point...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The promos of a movie showing a popular film star smoking have led to protests: “Why is smoking being foisted on impressionable young minds?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The silly point is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that we protest about the star shown as a smoker, but not about the same star being shown as a drug-dealing gangster or an underworld don. When movies blatantly exhibit sex, rape, addictions, crime, violence and murder, and when movie stars are today’s perverse role models, isn’t it silly to be shocked when the same happens in society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago, Indians were shocked by the news of a Mumbai schoolboy murdering his own mother - just to get money to enjoy like the hero of his favorite movie. Before that, Americans were aghast at a chilling real-life perversion of the violence routine in Hollywood - schoolchildren shooting their teachers and co-students. Movie-makers may rationalize that movies just reflect social trends, but can it be denied that they often initiate, perpetuate and aggravate the vicious circle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The sillier point is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that we readily believe what movies show and stubbornly disbelieve what life shows. We imagine &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“and they lived happily ever after”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - the utopian ending of most movies - will materialize in our lives, while reality glares at us all around - no one lives ever after and no one lives happily. After all, no man is a hero to his own wife and no woman is a wife to her own hero. We believe that we will one day enter the heaven of enjoyment shown in the movies, while the hell of suffering in the world around threatens to suck us in at every moment. We vicariously enjoy as the movie hero as he miraculously dodges every calamity and exults in his three-hour immortality, while we actually shudder as the daily news of natural and human disasters exposes our helpless mortality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The silliest point is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that we forget the person who never forgets us - God, and we remember the people who never remember us - movie stars. We enthrone ephemeral heroes as the kings of our heart, while we banish the eternal hero Krishna from our heart. We search in a false cyber world, for love, excitement, enjoyment and protection, while we blind and deafen ourselves to the source of all love, excitement, enjoyment and protection living within our own hearts. When selfish movie-makers invite us to their hi-tech illusory paradise, we squander our hard-earned money to enjoy it for a few moments. But when the supremely selfless Lord invites us to His eternal spiritual paradise, we are not ready to invest even a few thoughts to probe into its reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we read about a half-man half-spider performing impossible antics in the comics section of a newspaper, we adore him. When we read about the half-man half-lion incarnation of God performing chivalrous pastimes in the sacred scriptures, we deride Him as mytho-logical. Are we logical? We have time to tune to newer and newer channels while watching TV, but we have no time to tune in to Krishna’s channel of devotion in our own heart.Its not just silly, actually. Its tragic. If we don’t give up our silliness, we will have to cry for it. Worse, we will have to continue our silliness - and its attendant suffering - for many more lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately we have an alternative. Irrespective of how silly we become, Krishna remains our benevolent Lord unconditionally. So He gives us an easy way out - His holy names. Attentive devotional chanting of the Hare Krishna mantra acts like a divine torchlight, which exposes the material silliness around us and reveals the spiritual substance within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent people embrace chanting as the most intelligent activity and tune into and enter a blissful world far superior to the “enter”-tainment world, that is the default tuning of the silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10005834-3227840539800817437?l=salamindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/feeds/3227840539800817437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10005834&amp;postID=3227840539800817437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3227840539800817437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10005834/posts/default/3227840539800817437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salamindia.blogspot.com/2007/05/silly-point.html' title='Silly Point...'/><author><name>Prabhu Chinnappan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772537649803762745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTSF-syKTzM/SPQ1DTViuSI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OXlXKHGaKbE/S220/FallTrip_17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10005834.post-9105803527463078035</id><published>2007-05-30T15:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:40:40.958+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Send a Knee Mail - God will answer you !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nowadays almost everyone is accessible on email&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about God? He is available on a very special type of email, which is as old as the human race and which requires no internet. Its &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;knee-mail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; – mailing prayers from our heart to God while standing on our knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all the great wisdom traditions of the world urge us to physically express humility while praying. In addition to the kneeling down common in Semitic religions, the Vedic culture recommends prostrating the entire body in panchanga and ashtanga pranamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people deride rituals as useless show-offs and say that only the inner feeling, bhava, counts. Agreed that consciousness is crucial in communion, but do the externals not affect the internals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Try this exercise:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit relaxed on an easy chair, put one leg across the other, place your arms behind your head, lean backwards – and now try to feel humble. Almost im
