<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-6215249463194084584</id><updated>2024-09-01T07:37:05.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ART OF FRIENDS</title><subtitle type='html'>Our natural talents are seldom exposed. I give you a chance to showcase it. Feel free to send me your works to publish in my blog. This is a stage watched by our friends. I only ask you to be a follower of my blog and invite your friends to our network&#xa;&#xa;                               ----Q</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Q the Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444180588182893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215249463194084584.post-2824054751934013363</id><published>2016-09-01T06:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2016-09-01T06:26:53.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transfer Window Summary - &#39;Summer of 2016&#39;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;Transfer
 deadline days are fun for football fans. While most fans are looking 
for
one major buy, it is a time when clubs cut their losses and sell off 
certain players. Mario Balotelli left Liverpool on deadline day, August 
2016 on a FREE. Allen, Benteke and almost a dozen others followed and 
the cases of Allen and Balotelli making us wonder
if Liverpool forgot YNWA. Well Balotelli had to go. Loans were the trend
 on deadline day with Manchester City sending players worth around 80 
MILLION on loan. Hart, Nasri, Bony and Mangala left on loan as EPL’s 
wage bills reduced by a good amount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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 was a surprising summer where Stones went for almost 50 million, Mane 
for 30
million, Gomes for 50 million and Higuain (Oh my God. How drunk were 
they?) for a blasphemous amount. On the other hand, deals were done on 
the cheap. Ibrahimovic (Signing of the Summer! Mark my words), Feghouli,
 Matip, Menez, Mandanda, Llorente, Valdes, Balotelli
(He He He) … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;All
 on free transfers while few bargains were made
as well. Nani was a steal given his for in the Euro and Morata and Denis
 Suarez were bought back on the cheap while Bartra, Gabigol, Digne were 
bought for not-so-crazy prices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;Barca
 who made it known that they had no money to spend managed to buy Gomes 
and
then some more in a busy window while underdogs Leicester purchased the 
likes of Musa and Zieler to cement their place on top. With matches 
already having happened, a lot of questions are in place. Like 1. Why 
did Liverpool not buy a left back? 2. Why did Real
Madrid have a silent window despite a potential ban? 3. Why are people 
crazy for David Luiz? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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 Palace and Bournemouth showcased their spending power with TV money 
while
Liverpool had a record number of exits and a net negative spending (When
 did we see that before?). Guardiola’s arrival brought the likes of 
Sane, Stones, Nolito, Gundogan among others while Mourinho brought Pogba
 back ‘home’ and Mkhitaryan too. 12 clubs broke
their transfer record (Add-ons could add Liverpool to this list) Loans 
were everywhere with the likes of Negredo, Markovic, the above 4 from 
City and 38 players(YES 38!) from Chelsea including a three year loan 
for Cuadrado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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 windows are sealed. It won’t open for another four months. Now is the 
time
when the managers let their spending do the talking. Will the biggest 
spenders earn the biggest rewards or will someone do a Leicester this 
year (Mind you. Leicester spent the windfall from the sale of Kante and 
then some more). Gameiro and Noltio snubbed Barca
but Alcacer opted to be the understudy of MSN. Rodriguez and Isco will 
stay at Madrid as another season kicks into full-swing after a short 
International Break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hi,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
People say that India is a developing country. People say 
that India has a low standard of living and so many other things. I have
 no intention in agreeing or disagreeing to them but when they say that 
India is a poor country, I find it hard to believe. I may be wrong but 
look at my argument and then correct me if I am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In India, 
gold is a prized asset. It is a worthy item to bet on. When you see 
every household, we stock gold up in the form or ornaments against the&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;
 ideal decision of coins which would be better investment. Every 
household has at least 5 grams of gold. Taking the current prize of gold
 in India, isn&#39;t that quite a lot of wealth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Think about it&lt;br /&gt;
Q&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;Nothing in the world can be perfect. This is true no matter what is 
under consideration. Many people tend to say that their girlfriends are 
perfect, no arguments there. Here, I wish to say something about this 
fact being exploited in thriving businesses in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There is one secret to any business. Please don’t ignore this just because I am a guy who has just entered his twenties but d&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;o
 hear me out. The secret is simple. Never create a perfect product. Try 
to add a minimum of one imperfection to your product. Why? The answer is
 simple once again. Your business has a possibility of growth only as 
long as you have room for improvement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Aside from the fact that 
things can always be improved upon, it is always imperfection that 
raises the value. Remember diamonds? A product is your diamond. The 
secret to a good business is just as simple as that. Look at mobile 
phones for instance. It is one of the most thriving businesses in India 
today and can anyone name a perfect mobile? Go on. I dare you. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;There is no way to make a perfect product, just a million ways to make a good one&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Need more proof?&lt;br /&gt; Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;When people asked me &#39;How do you like your 
college?&#39;, i always had a prompt reply of &#39;I like it closed&#39;. Don&#39;t take
 me wrong. I did have fun during my engineering but i constantly felt 
suffocated. You would too if you did engineering w&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;here i did. That was the first thing that changed when i started with my MBA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 I believe that liking a place actually has us working better there. I 
experienced this when i worked and when i joined MBA. Nearly fifty days 
into my course and the feeling is fresh. I can finally smile. All that 
keeps me wondering is why do certain institutions make life a living 
hell for its students? Is taking up engineering in a college like mine 
(It is reputed indeed) a sin?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;We had the feeling that we were 
re-living prison break everyday. Now???? I have a feeling that I&#39;m 
re-living something fun. Something like FRIENDS or HIMYM or whichever 
you find is cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;Hi,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  There is nothing quite like the 
thrill of copying in an exam. Having no experience in it is sad for me 
but I have had quite a lot of experience in sharing answers during the 
exams. I still remember my class 12 when a friend was able t&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;o
 get answers from me despite the teacher changing our positions in each 
exam. We were even on the opposite corners of the room with different 
question papers and he still got a 65+ on 75 in a computer science exam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The thrill of fooling the invigilator and in cases like mine, 
taunting the teacher is fun. Somehow, in the broken education system 
that we have today, things like these seem to be the only fun thing. 
People say stuff like ‘you are not helping your friend but only spoiling
 him’ in a pathetic attempt to stop him but will anyone not tell answers
 to a friend?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Life is short. Our system is broken. Our exams 
contain loads of theory which neither the teacher nor the students 
understand. What is the point is doing it in an uptight manner?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Make the most out of it&lt;br /&gt; Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;One of the greatest things in college life is 
making fun of others. The perks here lie in the fact that nobody is hurt
 when friends tease each other. It leads to the so called “being 
sportive” attitude if you are an optimist because l&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;et’s face it. It’s better to be made fun of in a friendly environment than in a hostile environment that awaits us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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  I’d like to call it the training grounds and the friends who tease us 
will give us a good idea of how our bosses will be like at their best 
moods. I intend no offense against people who make fun of others because
 if we cannot make fun of ourselves, how can we improve?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;Despite 
people being extremely creative in coining names and other sounds etc., 
it is the person himself who creates room for most of it. Come on! If 
you wear extremely flashy dresses, extremely weird hairstyles, make the 
funniest mistakes and create awkward situations, it is nice to have 
people laughing about it rather than fuming about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;The event of a guy planning out his marriage 
brings about questions regarding whether he is out of the closet or not.
 I’m never concerned about that but what I am going to write about today
 is about what a guy owes to his woman on his&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;
 wedding. Whether people agree to this or not, the wedding is a woman’s 
dream and not the guy’s. If you are a guy and you have been dreaming 
about your wedding since you were a child, then good for you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  
However, a wedding is a dream for a woman. Women can talk about weddings
 for the same amount of time that guys can make fun of them. Believe me 
when I say that both never end. However, it is generally fun to see your
 woman excited and going in full flow about the wedding. Rather than 
listening to what she has to say and commenting about it, it would be 
better to see her happy and to go on and on. After all, it is her day.&lt;br /&gt;
  The best thing a guy could do on his wedding day is to let his woman 
have all that she wants. She is marrying him. Why not give her the 
pleasure. They say that marriage is about sharing and love is about 
giving and not expecting. A wedding is a gift of love that a guy gives 
to his woman. He is a part of it. The ideal guy would let her have all 
she wants, turn up when she wants him to and ask for nothing much but a 
waltz with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;English TV series teach you a few stuff&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 1. All ghosts and other creatures exist only in USA (Supernatural)&lt;br /&gt; 2. Every high school and college kid in the US smokes weed (Weeds and Breaking Bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt; 3. Nobody is a virgin (Almost all serials)&lt;br /&gt; 4. Everyone and everything is recorded on traffic cams (White collar)&lt;br /&gt; 5. At the end of the episode the villain is caught (Most series)&lt;br /&gt; 6. A hot girl sleeps with half the town and finally ends up with the geek across the hall (Big Bang Theory)&lt;br /&gt; 7. 90% of time spent is at the bar (HIMYM)&lt;br /&gt; 8. The lead character will always get laid somehow or the other (2.5 men, californication and the list goes on)&lt;br /&gt; 9. Anything and everything is a better love story than twilight&lt;br /&gt; 10. Most series are way better than the movies (Game of thrones and so on)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; PS : I have no grudges. If not for such series, i would never have survived college. I&#39;m sure many feel the same way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;What is there left to say about the man?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
 Words are now as meaningless as runs on the final, dreary afternoon a 
of long-drawn Test. Instead, let us celebrate -- and there is so much to
 celebrate!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt; &quot;What stands out in
 an exceptional career of unbelievable achievements is Sachin 
Tendulkar&#39;s ability to change, adapt and mould his batting according to 
the conditions around him. What makes him a phenomenal player is that he
 has done so many things, be it scoring the highest number of Test and 
one-day runs or scoring a century of international centuries,&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 
&quot;What he has done is set a benchmark for future generations which, 
probably, would be almost impossible for anyone to emulate. He has 
created a new milestone, which to my mind, is like Don Bradman&#39;s average
 of 99.94, the most memorable feat that any cricketer has achieved. Like
 overtaking Bradman&#39;s average appears almost impossible today, Sachin&#39;s 
century feat too will in all probability stay forever&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Suffice 
to say, he is the greatest cricketer I have ever seen. I haven&#39;t seen 
Bradman, but he is as close to perfection as you can get. His insatiable
 hunger, combined with incredible talent, makes him a real genius. When 
people criticise him, all I point to them is the 100 international 
hundreds&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The difference between Sachin and a really good player
 is the latter, if he scores a hundred in the first innings and has once
 again scored a fifty in the second, will, in all likelihood, play one 
loose shot thereafter. It happens to us all. Sachin, however, will leave
 nothing to chance and will get the second innings hundreds as well. 
That&#39;s why I always say that (Brian) Lara was a great and Ponting too 
was a brilliant, but Sachin, without any hesitation, is the greatest. He
 is the best I have ever seen and will perhaps ever see. No batsman in 
the next 50 years can score 100 international hundreds&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Kudos to the greates ODI player of all time&lt;br /&gt; Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A Harmless Time Pass&lt;br /&gt;
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People always have a low opinion on the boys who flock to street corners and do the so called &quot;Sighting&quot; but they fail to understand that nobody is immune to this. What&#39;s wrong in looking? After all, people do say &#39;Look don&#39;t touch&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
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The problem maybe because the guys tend to cross limits but trust me when i say this. There is no better pass time for both sexes besides sighting. It&#39;s cheap, requires no work and can be done on the go. After all,&lt;br /&gt;
what is the use of beauty if it is not admired? Nobody lost anything just because somebody looked at them. I don&#39;t approve of drooling but drooling and &quot;sighting&quot; are two very different things.&lt;br /&gt;
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Look at this in my way. You are stuck in traffic, driving your bike on a very hot day and a seriously hot chick pulls over next to you. She&#39;s inside a car but visible. Would you mind the wait? If any girls are reading this, think that a handsome hunk pulled over next to you.&lt;br /&gt;
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The beautiful thing about &quot;sighting&quot; is that you don&#39;t need to look out for only the pretty ones. It happens on the go and even the &quot;Mokka pieces&quot; are fun to watch. You can make comments to yourself. However if you voice out your comments to attract their attention or hurt them, do know that you have crossed a line. Again, &quot;sighting&quot; and ogling are two very different things.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another place where this works is when you travel alone. Time flies by when you look around. I do not know what sightseeing means in the conventional sense but &quot;sighting&quot; does cool me off.&lt;br /&gt;
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You get immensely relaxed by just a glance. It&#39;s so cool. Best of all, it has no guidelines. Look all you want. Just don&#39;t make the person whom you are looking at feel uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Feed&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7827889385681444346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6215249463194084584/7827889385681444346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/7827889385681444346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/7827889385681444346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/2013/04/a-harmless-time-pass-people-always-have.html' title='Look don&#39;t Touch'/><author><name>Q the Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444180588182893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215249463194084584.post-4287460050290023651</id><published>2012-03-04T21:40:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-18T04:56:33.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Illuminating my path so far</title><content type='html'>A good teacher is one who can reach out even to the dumbest of students and for anyone out there who is not a natural born genius, a teacher plays an important role in shaping who you are. In my life I have seen ten such people who are listed in the order in which I saw them. I am not comparing one with another as I know that it would be the same as asking if the left or the right eye is more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is the first teacher I ever had. To me, the first impression was really good. She was a teacher who knew what it meant to be headstrong. I called her a ‘rowdy’ and I still do yet you can&#39;t imagine a kinder person. It is not a complaint but a compliment for she knew how to be confident. She was different to my mother in one way. She feared nothing and had what we call ‘dhill’ in huge amounts. She could talk the right way and get what she wanted anyday. All she taught me were rhymes and stories but apparently from what I remember now, I learnt a lot more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first two teachers shared the same first name. The first is the confident teacher I mention above but the next was the exact opposite. I don’t think she even knows how to be angry. I have seen only her smile and that is all I remember of her. Her speech itself was like a song and she taught me letters and my first words. I still remember how I was pushed forward to perform on my fancy dress contest. I lost fear of the audience on that day and it is good that I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next teacher came after a while. The first thing I remember when I think of her is the comical but funny phrase ‘ Arey mama’. She did not share my mother tongue this one. I remember her by the eyeliner that she wore. It was after taking her class that I could pronounce words. If today I am even a little good in speech I guess I owe it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the next one in a little while. She commanded the English language as though it was her slave. She had the trademark streak of white hair in her head and I was scared when she came to handle moral science for me the first time. When she began the class I knew that I had nothing to fear and a lot to awe. Today I am a guy writing poems and trying to write short stories and novels. The seed to all that I suppose was laid by her. She spoke and still speaks flawlessly in every language that she likes and has what we guys call ‘a professional approach’ written all over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years passed and in my second school, I had a history teacher. People called her rocket. I wondered why. She spoke quickly, walked briskly, valued papers in a jiffy and got angry in no time but beyond all that I saw her thirst to see every student of hers achieve something. She wanted me to become a collector and I suppose I will let her down. I might end up in the IT field but I will never forget the three years of history class that she handled for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to a new city was painful. Being picked on by a teacher was scary but when you realize that the person picks on you so that you come out of your shell and shine, life becomes good. I still remember the ‘if you smile when you listen to chemistry, it is not nice’ that she says with pun intended. Never has the class been without a laugh when she said this and due to her command in the subject and her knack in explaining, I never had difficulty in chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics is an awesome subject. When you have someone who can take no nonsense and yet handle the subject with absolute command, you have a dictator of a teacher. But she wasn’t so. She handled the subject so slowly and steadily. Today I regret why she does not work in a college but if she had done that, I would not have had the luck of being in her class. It only lasted a year but I finally loved physics as a subject and started to study it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was some I was quick at but not accurate. My board exam year was when I got a new math teacher. As opposed to any teacher in my past, she told me I am obligated to score a centum. I regret to say that I failed her but I learnt from her that we are nothing without practice. I have never scored a centum in a major test but I will always try to do it just due to what this teacher told me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one is my relative and handled lab classes for my. To be a teacher is a thing, to be applauded by students is something but to be applauded by every student is true awesomeness. She is not my mother but she told me that I am like her son. I am proud of what she said and more than proud that I am related to her. She is the strongest hearted person I know and from her, I learnt that you cannot please everyone but all you need to do is your work. I learnt this as I was her student and so did the so many who told me this very thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next was my physics teacher in college. All my teachers know that I ask doubts and when I ask doubts, I rain the teacher with them. In this man, I saw only a smile when he answered my questions. At the end of three years in college, he is the only teacher I want to remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more teachers who helped me. However this is thanks to everyone who has taught me and a special thanks to the ten. I only hope that I can attend one more of your classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Feed&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4287460050290023651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6215249463194084584/4287460050290023651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/4287460050290023651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/4287460050290023651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/2012/03/illuminating-my-path-so-far.html' title='Illuminating my path so far'/><author><name>Q the Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444180588182893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215249463194084584.post-7951248846629013742</id><published>2012-03-04T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T21:39:47.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two friends</title><content type='html'>Art of friends is the name of my blog. A friend is anyone whose company you cherish. Here are two great friends I came across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are used to hearing grandma’s tales. To me however it was grandpa’s tales. My grandmothers, both were so intent on pleasing me with the tastiest dishes on the planet. The tales I heard from my grandfathers were the first proper bedtime tales.&lt;br /&gt;I start with the maternal grandpa. I still remember his ‘Vaathapi jeernaapi’ story as though it happened yesterday. His life has not been a bed of roses but he has always found time for me. Right from the time in my childhood when he brought me snacks in a small packet during his weekend visits, to the time when he settled a feud with his brother just because I said so, he has seen me as an equal. I admire that. In an era where elders see squat in the opinion of youngsters, he has always valued my words. I write today, poems and stories in English and Tamil. If it were due to genes then I guess that I got it from him. I can never write the way he does with such skill and expertise but I can try hard to be atleast half as good. I only hope that he listens to me and quits on beetel leaves too. He has always been the first one to avoid arguments and one of the first in his generation to treat a son and a daughter equally. He has been a good and a really patient father and a really encouraging and motivating grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My paternal grandpa is a child by heart. I remember the time when we used to play cricket and he used to bowl to me with high energy and a wide smile. His stories that often used the words ‘andhaala…..’ were a joy to hear. I heard the story of sivaji ganesan’s all time classic ‘manohara’ from him and trust me, he narrated it even better. He does sincerely a puja everyday and that is something to admire. He walks as fast as I jog and never tires of it. We share the fear of syringes and trust me, syringes are scary. My dad always says that his father was a damn good one and he has played the role of a grandfather in the same damn good way. Something I can never forget is the way he plays carom. I am the only one in my family to have beaten him in a contest fair and square but it was just the once. I haven’t been able to repeat the feat. According to me, no one can  ever truly beat him at his best for m. I see his creativity when he decorates the ‘golu’ during Navarathri and his inquisitiveness when he competes with me in video games.&lt;br /&gt;I have had two wonderful friends. I don’t know how many have friends in their grandfathers but trust me when I say that it is awesome&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Feed&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7951248846629013742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6215249463194084584/7951248846629013742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/7951248846629013742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/7951248846629013742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/2012/03/two-friends.html' title='Two friends'/><author><name>Q the Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444180588182893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215249463194084584.post-5229676259058199773</id><published>2010-12-12T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T01:31:37.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sulk if you want to live, percept if you want to win</title><content type='html'>In today’s world, it’s hard to find decent people. The irony is that the people coming under decent are hard core losers. Said a wise and learned man that if you are upright, loyal, true and virtuous you deserve to be screwed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the closest examples that illustrate this is gold. 24 carat gold can be seen and marveled but it can never be used. So the good people are requested to please sulk. The important point to remember is that I do not advocate people to loose themselves, practice blasphemy and curse every thing under the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of that thing called perception? Well perception only can save you. Or rather the psychologists call it attitude. One needs to know that the world is hostile. It will knock you down if you bow to it. All one needs to do is never give up if you feel you are right. If your heart feels something is right, nothing else matters. History has shown us the victory of such people. Remember Socrates? Does the name Galileo ring a bell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you may be right and go on in your path but you will have to adjust to the situation. Again we take Socrates and Galileo. Socrates stood uptight valiantly but I feel that it is stupidity. Wasn’t he force fed poison? Galileo on the other hand stood like a devout catholic in front of the church but he pursued his own goals and we see him as one of the most important reasons that science is as it is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advantage of situation in which you are forced to sulk is the fact that you can convert it to your ally if you are able to percept well. For instance, if you hate a teacher, what is the point in neglecting the subject? The teacher is least affected if you neglect the subject. Try to master the subject. You end up correcting the teacher in his mistakes making a fool of him in front of others and also getting a fine score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with perception is that it even more difficult than inception but once you get hold of it you can do it pretty easily. Just as Di Caprio says in inception that ‘ an idea is like a seed ‘ let me say that ‘ perception is a key ‘, a key to unlock your way to the path of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point I try to stress out here is the fact that I want you to convert all the negative energy of sulking as fuel for your thirst to achieve. This is like rocket fuel and it boosts you up because you focus all your anger, frustration and spite not to destroy yourself but to improve yourself. Think about this. If you need any help Q is there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never give up on anything you feel to be right&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Feed&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5229676259058199773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6215249463194084584/5229676259058199773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/5229676259058199773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/5229676259058199773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/2010/12/sulk-if-you-want-to-live-percept-if-you.html' title='Sulk if you want to live, percept if you want to win'/><author><name>Q the Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444180588182893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215249463194084584.post-7109478365171983855</id><published>2010-11-22T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T19:34:21.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cry of the Untold</title><content type='html'>Pains, cries, moans and defeats is all that has been me all this while&lt;br /&gt;I have gone through so many thinks, walked many a mile&lt;br /&gt;But all over this globe I have seen none who has even swept me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is because no one in this world can ever be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly wish that I kneel in front of you burning all my negatives&lt;br /&gt;And that you bring out the love that is hidden inside you dear olives&lt;br /&gt;You can run but you cannot hide, I ran but love found me&lt;br /&gt;You never ran but so beautifully you disguised the love for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But love is no stream my dear, it is an ocean and you like a kid&lt;br /&gt;Just ignore the fact that it oozes out of you every second you bid&lt;br /&gt;You cannot love anyone the way you are in love with me &lt;br /&gt;Nor can you recreate the moments you are and will share with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closeness? The fondling? The cajoling? Is that all a lie&lt;br /&gt;Do you need more concrete evidence to say you can’t create a lie&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not worth you cause I am no prince or handsome&lt;br /&gt;But I know beyond doubt that I can keep you happier than anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love finds you and no one can deny that cause it is written&lt;br /&gt;And it is indeed written for us which is why we bond my kitten&lt;br /&gt;You can be stupid and avoid me for reasons that are not true&lt;br /&gt;But nothing will ever stop me from continuing my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think time will divert me or that another man will&lt;br /&gt;You truly know nothing about my iron clad strong will&lt;br /&gt;I will not leave you for any reason because you have my heart&lt;br /&gt;And you cannot give it back to me because it will kill us both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you my darling till ‘death do us apart’&lt;br /&gt;Or rather till death does me away rather than being with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes my darling&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Feed&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7109478365171983855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6215249463194084584/7109478365171983855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/7109478365171983855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/7109478365171983855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/2010/11/cry-of-untold.html' title='The Cry of the Untold'/><author><name>Q the Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444180588182893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215249463194084584.post-3361089418152684412</id><published>2010-11-12T05:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T05:09:55.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pleasure of Craziness</title><content type='html'>Craziness is not eccentricity, in my world, it is bliss&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes craziness is in fact sweeter than a mother’s kiss&lt;br /&gt;People are crazy in one way or the other and no one is an exception&lt;br /&gt;Well if you think the world’s most difficult thing is inception,&lt;br /&gt;Think again, cause tougher still is its creator – perception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all of the world’s craziness, beyond all the weird ones&lt;br /&gt;The premier one that takes the crown are the love based ones&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more blissful than being crazy for someone&lt;br /&gt;But even more blissful is if you are craved for by someone&lt;br /&gt;And if that someone is from your dream, that is true paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just like all that in nature which is desired is difficult to obtain &lt;br /&gt;This is one dream, dreamt by all but difficult to sustain&lt;br /&gt;The peak of this craziness is the pursuit of your soul’s dreams&lt;br /&gt;And working for that – the sweat takes you to peace’s realms&lt;br /&gt;If one day the dream my life finds me, I will embrace it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will make my life but colorful and beautiful like the sunset&lt;br /&gt;And it will make sure on its own that you are never again upset&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more pleasant than living for your loved ones&lt;br /&gt;From your parents to siblings to your wife, they are precious ones&lt;br /&gt;And you will not share that happiness unless you get your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing with reaching your dream is that it is not easy&lt;br /&gt;But the sweat and the blood shed for it makes your life breezy &lt;br /&gt;Do not stop for the people born just to deter you &lt;br /&gt;But just make sure you never loose what is written for you&lt;br /&gt;And here I end my waffle hoping to get crazy and dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Crazy – for your passion&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Feed&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3361089418152684412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6215249463194084584/3361089418152684412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/3361089418152684412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/3361089418152684412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/2010/11/pleasure-of-craziness.html' title='The Pleasure of Craziness'/><author><name>Q the Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444180588182893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215249463194084584.post-8898132248881838164</id><published>2010-11-07T03:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T03:17:54.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Warrior who failed to mesmerize</title><content type='html'>He was not one of those things that swipes you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;Nor is he something of super-cool nature which you really wanna meet&lt;br /&gt;He lay in seclusion for quite a long time but he’d not mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause he was a pure oddity, one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never cried nor did he mourn but sadness surrounded him&lt;br /&gt;Like battle field and smoke, it was inseparable from him&lt;br /&gt;But he survived the hardships and learnt how to avoid new obstacles&lt;br /&gt;He became a warrior who could face even death and return victorious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waded through the sea of life like a dolphin, absolutely calm&lt;br /&gt;Within a very short time, he found the world within his palm&lt;br /&gt;One day, like the bolt from the blue came a flower to him&lt;br /&gt;It was not his but he wanted it to be and thus he found a partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flower gave him the one thing which he had never seen,&lt;br /&gt;And he became addicted to that gift and he cared for nothing but her&lt;br /&gt;Happiness was that gift which he got only from her, &lt;br /&gt;And he knew that all his life, he must be a slave to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warrior loved the flower and he cared for nothing but her,&lt;br /&gt;And the flower loved him too, but would never admit it &lt;br /&gt;For the warrior was inferior to her in all walks of life&lt;br /&gt;She could not leave him nor could she be with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarred, he was as he had been in battles all his life &lt;br /&gt;Beyond everything, he wanted some happiness in his life&lt;br /&gt;Due to his experience, he read through the flower’s mind &lt;br /&gt;And decided that he had to do something for her to be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should he stay with her and make her realize her love?&lt;br /&gt;Or should he leave her in hope that she finds solace elsewhere?&lt;br /&gt;He knew so much of life but he could not answer this&lt;br /&gt;Such is the power of love, it makes you know that you have a heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be or not to be?&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Feed&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215249463194084584.post-8124508470778922788</id><published>2010-07-21T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T08:32:31.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do parents hate mobile phones?</title><content type='html'>Every parent in today’s world is proud of his kid having a mobile phone. They gift a small kid who does not even own a wallet with an attractive, trendy, stylish and grand mobile despite the fact that they have to pay through their nose to get it. Of course today money is not the matter. You have mobile phones starting prices which are very affordable but are we satisfied? Nooooooooooooooooo. That’s not fair is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even officials have normal mobiles. Of course we do have a few with blackberry models or some PDAs but usually they are not interested. It is the youth of today who have the ubercool gadgets. Right from the iphone to the latest trendsetters, it is seen only with the non-earning members of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure. One can argue the fact that only the youth listen to fm or to songs or play games etc but one cannot deny that the usage stops with that. Lewd images, videos and the black mails are well known but that does not come into discussion here. I deal with the 99% normal guys and gals out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True. I agree with only one point from the parents. The so called sms culture destroys language but one thing to remember is that it is a new form of the language. We get to communicate. Just like the talking slang, this is one kind. And what do they expect? Do we have to be bureaucrats? Saying the formal good morning sir etc? come on, we have forgotten caste creed and all crap in our friendship why the hell do you have a problem with us using machi and mama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one fault with us is that isn the process of sending sms, we forget the world around us. We become addicts to the mobiles, we forget people around us. Parnts talk to us but we are mentally absent during these sms periods. Sure, we owe them our attention and no compromise can be made in that but they too cross the limits by spying into ous messages. Is this acceptable? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology is for us to develop but not to go the opposite way. We gain friends but we are apparently losing our family in the process. Living under the same roof yet we are miles apart virtually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mobiles are a great invention. They have advanced to the level of PDAs and they are there in all walks of life. Every person has a mobile as of today. It is more of a necessity today rather than a luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let not what excites you execute your family&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Feed&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8124508470778922788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6215249463194084584/8124508470778922788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/8124508470778922788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/8124508470778922788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-do-parents-hate-mobile-phones.html' title='Why do parents hate mobile phones?'/><author><name>Q the Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444180588182893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215249463194084584.post-7365745680486114764</id><published>2010-07-21T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T08:31:52.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The WITCH companies bewitching the young minds</title><content type='html'>This article is not to degrade any of the software companies. WITCH stands for the famous IT companies in India. W for Wipro, I for Infosys, T for TCS, C for Cognizant and H for HCL. These companies are no doubt all very famous, providing huge scope for employment and performing great achievements. We also have many other companies like Accenture, IBM etc but these are the prime companies in India as of today’s fast growing economic scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our young minds, have grown in a very different environment. Generally all Indians are workaholic. It will not be wrong if anyone says that we are having this quality in our genes. But one more thing that is in our genes is the fact that we always look for alternates. We love to switch to whichever is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we see a small hike in payroll, we immediately switch to the better option unmindful of the consequences. The companies are innocent and they look for only the talents of the people and reward the employees rather handsomely. But the pay scales differ from company to company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whenever the employees notice a higher pay offering, they switch as they are having the necessary qualifications for the jobs. This problem is well known. We see many companies not willing to employ over qualified professionals. This is common in the case of call centres and BPO’s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is this tragic state? Is this not betraying of the company we work for? Should not the loyalty of the employees be questioned? This is indeed a grave situation. From the gaining of our independence, we have believed that independence is the license to live life the way we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not true. True independence is when we live life the way everyone likes us. It may sound a bit weird as we all are so much into our own definition for independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can switch from one company to another but it is something that must be thought about. It is indeed serious. For example, a person who has lived all his life in Mumbai switching over to a company in Chennai will find it difficult to accommodate himself as every single aspect from climate to language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is up to our youth to decide if they must be bewitched or must they think twice before switching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look before you leap &lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Feed&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7365745680486114764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6215249463194084584/7365745680486114764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/7365745680486114764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/7365745680486114764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/2010/07/witch-companies-bewitching-young-minds_21.html' title='The WITCH companies bewitching the young minds'/><author><name>Q the Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444180588182893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215249463194084584.post-32536580283049466</id><published>2010-07-17T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T05:58:17.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beautiful Game</title><content type='html'>‘I give you …. A free and prosperous nation’ screamed the white clad hero&lt;br /&gt;But if we were to believe him, all our bank accounts would read just zero&lt;br /&gt;It is so cool that he gives each of us a truck load of goodies all for free&lt;br /&gt;It is just for us to show him our support in an election where we won’t vote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The election is fixed; it is not defined to happen fairly, that’s the world&lt;br /&gt;But still, he gives us a good allowance plus gifts to vote for him&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing that there is more than one idiot doing the same manifesto&lt;br /&gt;But all the money he gives us is returned to him with interest, manifold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, no one comes to power to serve in this large democratic nation,&lt;br /&gt;Corruption and Election are the spotlights of this wonderful nation,&lt;br /&gt;The winner mints money while the losers plot to topple the winner&lt;br /&gt;He did not loose all that money just to be the peacemaker we deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a wonderful accountant, he writes them flawlessly and accurately&lt;br /&gt;Less than ten percent of the total expenditure is for us, rest is for him&lt;br /&gt;But no income tax officer can trap him, for he is absolutely prolific&lt;br /&gt;And that is democracy for you; every man has his right to steal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be honest, if you are then you are not a politician at all&lt;br /&gt;Lie but do it with expertise, you are a fully qualified professional politician&lt;br /&gt;He eliminates his enemies easily with an iron hand but rogues prevail&lt;br /&gt;That is the beauty of democracy; you have the license to be totally fooled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We support these guys even if we have to self-immolate knowing their fraud&lt;br /&gt;But we ignore the thousands of people who live for their fellowmen&lt;br /&gt;They will never care for us; they are not educated about our problems &lt;br /&gt;But their skill in ‘Section 420’ is beyond what our education can give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are proud to live in the greatest democracy, that’s the beauty of it&lt;br /&gt;We are not likely to change nor will they allow us to change &lt;br /&gt;We are doomed in this land as Darwin’s Theory of ‘Survival of the fittest’&lt;br /&gt;Will there not be a savior for us, one to help us and care for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is ripe but there is no savior&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Feed&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/feeds/32536580283049466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6215249463194084584/32536580283049466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/32536580283049466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/32536580283049466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/2010/07/beautiful-game.html' title='The Beautiful Game'/><author><name>Q the Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444180588182893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215249463194084584.post-458775559648678052</id><published>2010-07-17T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T05:57:32.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The WITCH companies bewitching the young minds</title><content type='html'>This article is not to degrade any of the software companies. WITCH stands for the famous IT companies in India. W for Wipro, I for Infosys, T for TCS, C for Cognizant and H for HCL. These companies are no doubt all very famous, providing huge scope for employment and performing great achievements. We also have many other companies like Accenture, IBM etc but these are the prime companies in India as of today’s fast growing economic scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our young minds, have grown in a very different environment. Generally all Indians are workaholic. It will not be wrong if anyone says that we are having this quality in our genes. But one more thing that is in our genes is the fact that we always look for alternates. We love to switch to whichever is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we see a small hike in payroll, we immediately switch to the better option unmindful of the consequences. The companies are innocent and they look for only the talents of the people and reward the employees rather handsomely. But the pay scales differ from company to company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whenever the employees notice a higher pay offering, they switch as they are having the necessary qualifications for the jobs. This problem is well known. We see many companies not willing to employ over qualified professionals. This is common in the case of call centres and BPO’s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is this tragic state? Is this not betraying of the company we work for? Should not the loyalty of the employees be questioned? This is indeed a grave situation. From the gaining of our independence, we have believed that independence is the license to live life the way we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not true. True independence is when we live life the way everyone likes us. It may sound a bit weird as we all are so much into our own definition for independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can switch from one company to another but it is something that must be thought about. It is indeed serious. For example, a person who has lived all his life in Mumbai switching over to a company in Chennai will find it difficult to accommodate himself as every single aspect from climate to language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is up to our youth to decide if they must be bewitched or must they think twice before switching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look before you leap &lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Feed&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/feeds/458775559648678052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6215249463194084584/458775559648678052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/458775559648678052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/458775559648678052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/2010/07/witch-companies-bewitching-young-minds.html' title='The WITCH companies bewitching the young minds'/><author><name>Q the Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444180588182893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215249463194084584.post-9107485776465837315</id><published>2010-07-07T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T10:33:52.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caste, customs and crap! Screw you pal</title><content type='html'>Two people. So deeply in love. Not wrong in any sense as far as I know. They know that it is love and not the so called carnal hunger or age disorder. The girl is good natured, a decent one and so is the boy. Both have good jobs, status etc. What more do we need? Isn’t everything right here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the parents say no to this union of souls. Believe me guys, the groom is not a vampire or anything that you read in your novels. Both are healthy and good human beings. They put the blame on one silly sick thing. CASTE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw the society. If you were in such a situation what would you do? Elope or forget the girl? Forgetting is the thing with girls. The guy who was her man till the day before suddenly becomes ‘anna’. Nice right? Over night, a lover becomes a brother. The girl goes off happily or else commits suicide. What becomes of the guy is well known as we see in the movies around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if the love is true, wont they unite under any circumstance? So they elope despite knowing that it is not respectable. Who is the culprit here? The lovers? Or the so called society? Customs and caste which deprive us of our heart’s desires are trash according to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I totally forgot. There is one set of people who hunt these people down as though they are dogs. And this human hunt has a nice name!!!! yeah…… HONOUR KILLINGS. So nice. You wont let them be happy with you. In case, they become happy elsewhere, you hunt them down like animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sort of a system is this? We guys do not want to cheat our parents but why? Why should we not be happy? Is love a sin? Is caste something lethal? Have we not always cleansed our society off what has defiled it? Shouldn’t this trash called caste be cleansed in the same way we eradicated untouchability?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on guys, we see arranged marriages resulting in divorce. What is the point in giving us a life that we know we will never enjoy? Think. Think dear friends. Do we need this evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to enlighten&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Feed&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/feeds/9107485776465837315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6215249463194084584/9107485776465837315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/9107485776465837315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/9107485776465837315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/2010/07/caste-customs-and-crap-screw-you-pal.html' title='Caste, customs and crap! Screw you pal'/><author><name>Q the Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444180588182893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215249463194084584.post-2129267081000874533</id><published>2010-07-07T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T10:32:37.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tamil Masala Films? The Ultimatum?</title><content type='html'>Tamil masala films have always been something quite extraordinary. Just like they say in our K-town. No logic, only magic. It is something unique as it gives us a lot to think about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have seen a hero in the recent times. He was laurelled till a little while ago but now, everything he touches turns to trash. Flop following another flop and our hero seems to be the all new Robert Bruce. Well let’s just say that this is too much of a good thing. It is so nice because every movie of his differs only by who plays the female lead. Rest is all the same. The comedy, the songs, the stunts etc, all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the king of masala has always been our very own SUPER STAR. He sort of set the trend with his unique style and accent and not to forget, the punch dialogs which highlight the movie. But we do know that this man too can perform as good as any man around in the industry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when every little guy in the area copies him? Is it not boring? Well not everyone can be the SUPER STAR. But we do have many actors who experiment. From the olden days of tamil cinema, we have had two legends. The late Shivaji Ganesan and Padmashri Kamalahaasan. They sort of serve as a library for budding actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people alternated with experiments and masala movies. Experiments were mild risks but the masala films are sure hits. So they either have consecutive hits or one flop which gives them time to think about the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Including our comedians, everyone has to be innovative in the present days. We have one man who sculpts his body and grows younger everyday. One more man, who can transform from a superhero to a ruffian overnight. We have people who experiment rooling the roost. We have new contestants for the numero uno position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, masala films have been the safest bet. Six songs, two of which are duets and three fights along with a good amount of comedy. That is exactly what a masala film is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The safety bet of tamil cinema&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Feed&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2129267081000874533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6215249463194084584/2129267081000874533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/2129267081000874533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/2129267081000874533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/2010/07/tamil-masala-films-ultimatum.html' title='Tamil Masala Films? The Ultimatum?'/><author><name>Q the Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444180588182893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215249463194084584.post-5272492074827900576</id><published>2010-07-01T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T08:50:30.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strict colleges create big zeroes</title><content type='html'>Nice topic isn’t it? Yes it’s true too. SSN is the best college in Chennai. That’s cause the students get their dose of freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we ask? Healthy communication, time to chat, smiles, weekends off and semester holidays. Nothing much. All affordable. We saw an episode in NEEYA NAANA in Vijay tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At anytime when there is too much restriction, we intend to break the rules. What we fear is that these colleges may create aversion towards studies. If we talk this in our college, our ID card disappears. That’s life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they get in seeing us cry? This happens in many colleges. We have very sweet people called floor supervisors and it is the dearest wish of students to kick these guys. Overdoing of one’s job, I’d say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a short college life. We’d not score so much and take up engineering studies to end up in the life of a jail bird. Atleast a jail inmate has games, chicken and what not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fines truly run the colleges. College is the era to bunk but we are deprived of that pleasure too. Damn it. People who read this may call me a rebel. But this is for those jail birds who’ll agree with me saying I’m posting their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are students. We want to study but don’t make our lives to be hell please. This is hell. Think of yourselves in our position. You’d not like this yourself dear elders. If any college administrator sees this please help us dear teachers. We do not want to party but please give us the freedom we deserve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We intend to be engineers but please don’t send us running for the hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying in my very own personal hell on earth.&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Feed&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5272492074827900576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6215249463194084584/5272492074827900576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/5272492074827900576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/5272492074827900576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/2010/07/strict-colleges-create-big-zeroes.html' title='Strict colleges create big zeroes'/><author><name>Q the Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444180588182893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215249463194084584.post-5961746224990867634</id><published>2010-07-01T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T08:49:56.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Raptor in today’s world</title><content type='html'>Is today’s world devoid of dinosaurs? Think again. I think there are two of them alive even today. Blessed with mind blowing speed, agility, accuracy and the ability to dazzle their prey. Confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got two modern day raptors. They dance around their prey and are flawless plus they coordinate their activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see them often in television. I’m sure you would have cheered for them in the recent times. Yes I’m talking about the Argentine king of play making Lionel Messi and the Portuguese winging wizard Cristiano Ronaldo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football is not just the most popular game. It is a treat to the eyes. You can see it as a battle where able warriors penetrate through their opponent’s defense. Some struggle but some have the skill. This I believe is a gift at birth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning of football we’ve had heroes. We have popular names. I’d back Pele any day to be the number 1. But I think these two players are strong contenders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best defenders in today’s game need to be at their best to even try to match these wizards. But the one fact about Messi is his fairplay. Any player who gets attacked as mush as him as in this world cup would have punched every attacker in the face but there is an air of gentleness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dazzles, is behind every goal scored and every opportunity created and ravishes the opportunities given to him. Smiles is all that we see while the crowd do nothing but applaud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristiano is another hitman. We see him in all smiles too in South Africa despite the exit in the round of 16. The most expensive player in the world has nothing to prove and is another person who’s second to none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t these guys get tired of everyone admiring them? Don’t they get sick of goals? Well as long as they make me relish football and Argentina take home the cup, I wont complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare to be dazzled. There’s atleast a decade left for our dear fellows.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Feed&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5961746224990867634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6215249463194084584/5961746224990867634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/5961746224990867634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/5961746224990867634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/2010/07/raptor-in-todays-world.html' title='The Raptor in today’s world'/><author><name>Q the Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444180588182893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215249463194084584.post-5196838163516594123</id><published>2010-07-01T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T08:49:13.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love? or some crap?</title><content type='html'>What will it take for mortals to see what is true?&lt;br /&gt;Truth lies before our eyes but we conveniently ignore it&lt;br /&gt;Commonly love and lust are easily mistaken&lt;br /&gt;But both are as different as chalk and cheese to be confused with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is the lucky guy who is booed and let down&lt;br /&gt;And a fraud is one who is fondly goo-gooed&lt;br /&gt;Money might be powerful enough to make many things including evil&lt;br /&gt;But looks indeed today the soul cause of evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain, the best teacher is no more on us incident&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure and Lust are the only things those are evident&lt;br /&gt;A man’s problem us his alone but I really pity the feminine&lt;br /&gt;Senseless, the fall for not the heart but for the looks and money of masculine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes and small fights are omnipresent&lt;br /&gt;It is upto us to realize what is truly present&lt;br /&gt;Love is feared today by people who need nothing more than it&lt;br /&gt;It makes the world go round and sans it we will be nothing but corpses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that appearances are often deceptive&lt;br /&gt;And many use this to their convenience being calculative&lt;br /&gt;It is time for men and women to be sensible &lt;br /&gt;Understand that only truth is indispensable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See not with your eyes but from your soul&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Feed&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5196838163516594123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6215249463194084584/5196838163516594123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/5196838163516594123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6215249463194084584/posts/default/5196838163516594123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artoffriends.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-or-some-crap.html' title='Love? or some crap?'/><author><name>Q the Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444180588182893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>