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[some fun japanese to tamil/english translations]&lt;br /&gt;
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அறிகாத்தோ - நன்றி&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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அறிகாத்தோ ஒஸை மாஸு - நன்றிங்க&lt;/div&gt;
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ஓயாஜி - நைனா&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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நறுஹுதோ - அத்தானா சமாசாரம்?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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ஒஸ்ஸான் - தாத்தா&lt;/div&gt;
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பாகா - முட்டாப்பயலே&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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சுமிமாஸென் - மன்னிச்சிக்கோங்க&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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கோமின்னே ஸாய் - சாரி பா&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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ஓஹாயோ - வணக்கம்&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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தெம்மே - உன்ன!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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அஹோ - கேனப்பயலே&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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வக்காடி மஸ்த்தா - புரிஞ்சிது பா&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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சென்ஸீ - தல&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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காஸான் - ஆத்தா&lt;/div&gt;
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தோஸான் - நைனா&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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பாச்சான் - கெழவி&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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நானி? - இன்னா?&lt;/div&gt;
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நந்தா? - இன்னாங்கறேன்?&lt;/div&gt;
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நானி குரே? - இன்னா இது?&lt;/div&gt;
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குர நானி? - இது இன்னா?&lt;/div&gt;
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இத்தா நானி அத்திந்தா ஒமாயிரா? - இன்னா பண்ற நீ?&lt;/div&gt;
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பாகாக்கா ஒமாயிரா? - முட்டாப்பயலா நீ?&lt;/div&gt;
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ஒரேவா ஸைக்கோ தா! - நான் வல்லவன்டா&amp;nbsp;!&lt;/div&gt;
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ஒரேவா ஹென்ஸாய் தா! - நான் அதி புத்திசாலி டா!&lt;/div&gt;
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ஒரேவா ஹென்டாய் தா! - நான் பொருக்கி டா!&lt;/div&gt;
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மொத்து - இன்னும்&lt;/div&gt;
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மொத்து மொத்து - இன்னும் இன்னும்&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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சிக்காரா - சக்தி&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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கைஸோக்கு - கடற் கொள்ளையன்&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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ஒத்தேகோ - ஒருவன்&lt;/div&gt;
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நிங்கேன் - மனிதன்&lt;/div&gt;
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மிஸுக்கு - தண்ணி&lt;/div&gt;
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மெஷி - சாப்பாடு&lt;/div&gt;
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ஸுபெத்தே - எல்லாம்&lt;/div&gt;
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ஓகன்னு கநிவு - தங்க மணி&lt;/div&gt;
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மாஸாக்கா - அப்டி இருக்குமோ?&lt;/div&gt;
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ஓ - ராஜா&lt;/div&gt;
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வத்தாஷி - நான்&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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மத்தகு - ஒனக்கே ஓவரா தெரியல?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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இத்ததாக்கி மாஸ் - சோறு போட்டதுக்கு தேங்க்ஸ் பா&lt;/div&gt;
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நிகரோ - இங்கருந்து எஸ்கேப் ஆயிடு&lt;/div&gt;
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சென்ச்சோ - கேப்டன்&lt;/div&gt;
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மின்னா சாமா - தாய் மாறே தந்தை மாறே அண்ணன் மாறே!&lt;/div&gt;
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தாருதா? - யார்ரா நீ?&lt;/div&gt;
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யோகத்தா - நல்லதாப்போச்சு&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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சஸ்'ஷிபுரி - பாத்து ரொம்ப நாளாச்சி&lt;/div&gt;
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கவாய் - அழகு&lt;/div&gt;
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குவாய் - பயந்தாங்கொள்ளி&lt;/div&gt;
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யாரோதமா - எல்லாரும் கெளம்புங்க!&lt;/div&gt;
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தத்தரா - அப்பறம் என்ன? / அதுக்கு தான் சொல்றேன்&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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பாகேமோனமே - மிருகமே&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;/ அரக்கனே&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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ஆக்குமா - சாத்தான்&lt;/div&gt;
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கொமு - ரப்பர்&lt;/div&gt;
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கொமு நிங்கேன் - ரப்பர் மனிதன்&lt;/div&gt;
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மாதா மாதா - எங்க ஓடற இன்னும் வருது பாரு&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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ததகாய் - சண்டை&lt;/div&gt;
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தவசு - கொன்னுடுவேன்&lt;/div&gt;
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புத்தபஸ் - பின்னி பெடல் எடுத்துடுவேன்&lt;/div&gt;
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அரஹித்தா - பசி பசி&lt;/div&gt;
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ஒரே - நான் / என்னோட&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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ஹாயாக்கு - சீக்கிரம்&lt;/div&gt;
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போக்கு - நான்&lt;/div&gt;
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இய்யா - முடியாது&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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யுமே - கனவு&lt;/div&gt;
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இச்சி பன் - நம்பர் ஒன்&lt;/div&gt;
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கொஸோ - சின்ன பயலே&lt;/div&gt;
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உர்ரே&amp;nbsp;உர்ரே&amp;nbsp;உர்ரே - வா வா வா இன்னா சண்ட போர்ர நீ&lt;/div&gt;
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அனாத்தாவா - நீ/ஒன்னோட&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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தொனக்காய் - பனிச்சறுக்கு வண்டி இழுக்கும் கலை மான்&lt;/div&gt;
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சுபராஷி - அருமை அருமை&lt;/div&gt;
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தஸ்கத்த குரே - காப்பாத்துங்க!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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தனுஷ்கத்தா - ரொம்ப குஜால்ஸா இருந்துது பா&lt;/div&gt;
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ஜோதாஞ்சனைவாயோ - காமெடி பண்ணாத / டபாய்க்காத&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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தோஸ்தா? - என்ன ஆச்சு?&lt;/div&gt;
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ஆணிக்கி - அண்ணாத்த/எக்கோவ்&lt;/div&gt;
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இஷா - டாக்டரு&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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ஷிம்பாய் - கவல&lt;/div&gt;
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வக்காருக்கா? - பிரிஞ்சிதா?&lt;/div&gt;
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வருக்கத்தா - சாரி பா&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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நக்காமா - தோஸ்து&lt;/div&gt;
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யாமெத்தே - நிறுத்து&lt;/div&gt;
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ஸுகே - சூப்பரு&lt;/div&gt;
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மா....நா.... - யாருக்கு தெரியும்....&lt;/div&gt;
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ஜெத்தாய் - செத்தாலும் உட மாட்டேன்&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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arigato&amp;nbsp;- thanks&lt;/div&gt;
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arigato osai maasu - thanks(more politely)&lt;/div&gt;
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oyaaji - dad&lt;/div&gt;
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naruhudho - i see&lt;/div&gt;
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ossaan - old man&lt;/div&gt;
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paagaa/baakkaa - stupid&lt;/div&gt;
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sumimasen - i'm sorry(formal)&lt;/div&gt;
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gomen ne sai - i'm sorry&lt;/div&gt;
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ohaiyo - good morning&lt;/div&gt;
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themmey - you!&lt;/div&gt;
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aho! - idiot&lt;/div&gt;
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vakkaadi mastaa - understood&lt;/div&gt;
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sensei - teacher&lt;/div&gt;
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kaasaan - mother&lt;/div&gt;
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thosaan - father&lt;/div&gt;
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baachaan - old lady&lt;/div&gt;
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naani - what&lt;/div&gt;
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nandhaa - what&lt;/div&gt;
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naani kura - what is this?&lt;/div&gt;
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kura naani - this is what?&lt;/div&gt;
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iththaa naani asthindhaa omaiyaraa? - what are you doing?&lt;/div&gt;
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paagaakkaa omaiyara? - are you stupid?&lt;/div&gt;
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orevaa psycho dhaa! - i'm the best!&lt;/div&gt;
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orevaa hensai dhaa! - i'm a genius!&lt;/div&gt;
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orevaa hentai thaa! - i'm a pervert!&lt;/div&gt;
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mothu - more&lt;/div&gt;
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mothu mothu - more and more&lt;/div&gt;
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chikaaraa - power&lt;/div&gt;
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kaizoku - pirate&lt;/div&gt;
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otheko - a guy&lt;/div&gt;
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ningen - human&lt;/div&gt;
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mizukku - water&lt;/div&gt;
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meshi - food&lt;/div&gt;
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subethe - everything&lt;/div&gt;
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yume - dream&lt;/div&gt;
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Ogannu kanivu - golden bell&lt;/div&gt;
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masaakkaa - could that it be?!!&lt;/div&gt;
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Ou - king&lt;/div&gt;
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vathaashi - me&lt;/div&gt;
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maththagu - honestly&lt;/div&gt;
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ithadhakki maas! - thanks for the food&lt;/div&gt;
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nigaroh! - run for it&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
sencho - captain&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
minnaa saamaa - ladies and gentlemen&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
dharudhaa - who?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
yogaththaa - thanks goodness&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
sas'shiburi - long time no see&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
kavaai - cute&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
kuvaai - coward&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
yaarodhamaa - everyone!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
dhaththaraa - that's why/then what? get going!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
paagemoname - monster&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
aakkumaa - devil&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
gomu - rubber&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
gomu ningen - rubber man&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
maadhaa maadhaa - not yet over&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
thathakai - fight&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
thavusu - kill you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
buththabus - kick your ass&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
arahiththaa - hungry&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
ore - I&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
haayaakku - hurry up&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
boku - I&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
iyye - no&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
umey - dream&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
ichchi ban - no.1&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
koso - brat&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
urreyurrrreyurrrrrey - egging and charging to fight&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
anaaththaavaa - you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
thonakaai - reindeer&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
subaraashi - delightful&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
thaskaththekurey - help me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
thanushkaththaa - had been fun&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
jodhaanjanaaivaayo - don't kid around&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
dhoasththaa - what happened?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
aanikki - elder brother/sister&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
ishaa - doctor&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
shimpaai - worry&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
vakkaarukkaa - understood?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
varukkaththaa - feeling sorry&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
nakamaa - friend and partner and companion&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
yaameththey - stop it&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
sugey - awesome&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
maa...naa... - I guess&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
zeththaai - hell sure not&lt;/div&gt;
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When I look around, none of those who enjoyed the privilege of their mutual first love are married to their lovers. Some broke after few years; some broke due to long distance issues; some broke when it came to concluding it to marriage.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is just my observation from my relatives, friends and acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are several kinds of love. Some experience attraction very early when they are little kids; of course it is not a love with force and desire. The love we are interested in, starts from teen age to just before marriage. Yes, love can bite you even barely before your marriage plans.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Lets give LOVE a notion about. Love is a desire to have someone who appreciates you as a person, who cares for you, who nurtures you, whom you can protect and cherish and while doing so, you feel being a man in fullness (in the sense of taking care of a delicate female to whom you can give the sense of security in general, in life), and most of all who if they love you back, you will feel elated.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The last part of the love is very critical. When your loved one says 'I Love You' for the first time, you are thrown to the sky. &lt;b&gt;What is there under that feeling?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When we are kids, we depend on our mother and father; and our family. We want them for security. We love them. If they are absent even for few minutes we are terrorized. We cry when mom is not around. We tag along with mom everywhere and always. But slowly, we go to school. Make new friends. Learn a thing or two about people. We notice good things in other people either characteristic or otherwise. We slowly tell our mom not to pester with small things. We tell her that we can take care of ourselves. We slowly go away or grow away from our family. Have a cozier life with friends. Life with friends is full of fights and fun. As we come of age, we just barely broke ourselves apart from our parents, but suddenly fall in love. A desire to depend on other person again. The ego is ready get the reward of getting total approval of who you are, even appreciation for being YOU from other person(lover).&lt;br /&gt;
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What happened in between? We transition from Mother to Lover.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now this first love, coming out of the total desire to get appreciated by the other person; the exciting feeling of knowing that there is one girl who likes you. Oh my god, am I that good?&lt;br /&gt;
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Now lets pause for a while. How did you choose your first love? Heheh, I didn't choose. It just happened.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now this first love, was not chosen with careful consideration and assessment for whether both of you can live together till you die. No character analysis. No horoscope. No financial and social security assessment from the girls point of view (some guys expect financial security from his girl; they are different breeds of men). No family assessment. No talent assessment. No career assessment. Nothing nothing at all about the life partner you have just chosen.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wait a second. Did you say 'life partner'? No. It is not life partner. It is first love.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's it. We never chose anything let alone a life partner.&lt;br /&gt;
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We just acquired 'First Love'.&lt;br /&gt;
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The process of acquiring first love has a completely different Objective from our parents' search for prospects to us. And it is completely different from our marriage partner search as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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What men and women expect when they search for prospects for their marriage(not for love)?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Guys:&lt;/b&gt; Girl who is good looking. Whom I can have in control.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Girls:&lt;/b&gt; Handsome guy. Safe job. Safe financial background. Good character. Easy to live with family. And I will own him. In total, a Jackpot for life ;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now if you look at the girls' side, it is pretty complicated. May be justified because they are the ones who have to leave their family &amp;amp; life behind and start a new life in a new place with a new family.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now tell me. Why the First Love is stupid and meant to fail?&lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly, when you look at match making, except for horoscope matching, parents desire so many other worldly specifics than love and bond. Especially, those parents who refuse their children's love by default, but go out and randomly select a partner.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some go on waiting for their true love. God only knows whether they will find theirs.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not everyone can find a good match. Some might get a good life partner by luck. Most of us settle for and with a partner who we can bear to live with. When I see some elderly and above 40 couples, either they both ignore each other in order to make peace, or one of them become mute to let the other reign over, or they both constantly negotiate over everything, or rarely they keep their understanding polished on the on going basis.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lets come from another road.&lt;br /&gt;
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What happened to our first dream?&lt;br /&gt;
What happened to our first toy?&lt;br /&gt;
What happened to our dream profession?&lt;br /&gt;
What happened to our goal in life?&lt;br /&gt;
What happened to our childhood comic books that we loved more than anything?&lt;br /&gt;
What happened to our favorite childhood TV show?&lt;br /&gt;
What happened to our dream of becoming great singer?&lt;br /&gt;
What happened to those love verses we wrote?&lt;br /&gt;
What happened to our first bike/car?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Most of us say, "if I didn't become this, I would've become that".&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;All those first things, mark a turning point in our lives. They are meant to stay special and be cherished for lifetime. But they will no longer be in our lives.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659366926389737478-615981483046900415?l=murkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I had the luxury of watching several Japanese anime series. My indulgence was great with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naruto" target="_blank"&gt;Naruto&lt;/a&gt; a series about ninja's in feudal times of Japan.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, only about "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/One_Piece" target="_blank"&gt;One Piece&lt;/a&gt;" my lazy hands wanted to type few words about on my blog (doesn't matter anyone cares to read of course).&lt;br /&gt;
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There are monstrous amount of manga/comics and anime series pouring out on Japanese media everyday. I think they are very imaginative people for all those varieties of animes and manga to be published and celebrated worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;
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All stories, have a hero who is like Rajinikanth in some way. Bad but with good heart. Almost all the animes I watched portrayed the hero as a hardworking numnut who is as stubborn as a rock(in this case Rajinikanth differs, he is always intelligent). The way they work towards their goal harder and harder, it would feel like they will turn into dust soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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Those people out there who are never satisfied with the amount of fictional books they've read (after the silence of Harry Potter), those who keep their comic books from childhood days like a treasure still, and those (very important) who have time, can explore this vast ocean of quality stories coming from Japanese mangas. &lt;br /&gt;
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I get a kick from reading stories that are setup in ancient times or medieval times, or times when science hadn't matured. Well, if you are like that you can explore these animes.&lt;br /&gt;
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One other special thing about Japanese animes are, that they mix contemporary science into the story happening in medieval times of Japan as it would fit in those centuries. Their analogies are quite interesting and a &amp;nbsp;great treat for any fictional mind ;-)&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, coming back to One Piece, it is setup in medieval times, when sea piracy is the way of life. Japan being an island country, I think this story is a good fit for their fictional minds and the guy who authored this has used every details he can conjure up to make it awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
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As you go through the anime(I'm not much comfortable with manga form) well, it is a heart touching story for one thing, but totally fun and adventurous in its true nature. Suddenly you might fall in love with potato skins and their qualities; you may not be a fan of fish, but you might as well fall in love with fish cuisine; you might experience the hurdles of a swordsman,&amp;nbsp;voila&amp;nbsp;suddenly you might be inspired by him when he cuts 'nothing'(vacuum or Ether if you are too technical); you might even go through the process of drawing maps of lands on earth once our scientists had gone through, through an adventurous girl navigating our hero's ship.&lt;br /&gt;
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And as with all children fictional work, hero's are young people only; and they act as mature human beings sometimes during the story, it's so cute :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, if you let me I will sit and tell you the whole story. But, if you can test only one series, then go for One Piece. One warning though, these animes are not like Matrix Movie where every loose end is correctly tied up. But, there will be plenty of fun in the way story is set up that you can never get to see anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;
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One last thing; we all have heard mysterious, adventurous story bits; they are just bits and pieces only, mentioned briefly in several places like books and movies. But Japanese animes are a full blown version of those small bits you always desired to learn more about.&lt;br /&gt;
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And one thing I couldn't get my head around is, several characters in multiple animes are children who live alone, tending themselves but working hard to keep up; often without parents; and then some adults living alone unmarried in a remote place in a lone house; it repeated so many times, that I started wondering whether Japan is a such country or what. Or what's with the obsession of making strong willed characters' background as so lonely?!&lt;br /&gt;
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Arigato Osaimasu...! Orevaa mothu mothu kavaaiyi! ;) not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659366926389737478-5772547278661554294?l=murkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Thai Thindra Manne - English Transcript&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
தாய் தின்ற மண்ணே....  பிள்ளையின் கதறல்....&lt;br /&gt;
ஒரு பேரரசன் புலம்பல் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THAI THINDRA MANNE.... PILLAIYIN KADHARAL.. ORU PERARASAN PULAMBAL... &lt;br /&gt;
[Oh Earth that consumed the mother.... it's a cry of her child...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;it's a wail of an emperor...]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;நெல்லாடிய நிலம் எங்கே.... சொல்லாடிய அவை எங்கே.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;NELLAADIYA NILAM ENGE? SOLLAADIYA AVAI ENGE?&lt;br /&gt;
[Gone are the lands that spewed paddy rice... Gone are the councils of literary debate]&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;வில்லாடிய களம் எங்கே.... கல்லாடிய சிலை எங்கே.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;VILLAADIYA KALAM ENGE? KALLAADIYA SILAI ENGE?&lt;/span&gt;[Gone are the arrow-showering martial grounds... gone are the statues that leapt out of stones]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;கயல் விளையாடும் வயல்வெளி தேடி காய்ந்து கழிந்தன கண்கள்....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;KAYAL VILAIYAADUM VAYALVELI THEDI KAAINDHU KAZHINDHANA KANNGAL... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;[In the search of farmlands where birds chirped and played, my eyes lost their moist]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
காவிரி மலரின் கடிமணம் தேடி, கருகி முடிந்தது நாசி....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;KAAVIRI MALARIN KADIMANAM THEDI, KARUGI MUDINDHADHU NAASI... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;[searching the scent of flowers on the banks of river Kaveri, my nostrils crumbled like a dry flower]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
சிலை வழி மேவும் உளி ஒலி தேடி, திருகி விழுந்தன செவிகள்.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;SILAI VAZHI MEVUM ULI OLI THEDI, THIRUGI VIZHUNDHANA SEVIGALL.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;[my longing to hear the chisels chinking on the stone statues ended as my ears twisted and shed from my sides]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
ஊண் பொதி சோற்றின் தேன் சுவை கருதி ஒட்டி உலர்ந்தது நாவும்....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;OONN PODHI SOATRIN THENN SUVAI KARUDHI OTTI ULARNDHADHU NAAVUMM....&lt;br /&gt;
[when contemplating the honey soaked nourishing meals of the lost days, my tongues dried up] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;புலிக்கொடி பொறித்த சோழ மாந்தர்கள் எலிக்கறி பொரிப்பதுவோ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;PULIKKODI PORITHTHA SOZHA MAANDHARGAL ELIKKARI PORIPPADHUVO...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;[The Chola high citizens who carved symbol of tiger on their flags, should they now cook rats for food?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;காற்றை குடிக்கும் தாவரமாகி காலம் கழிப்பதுவோ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;KAATRAI KUDIKKUM THAAVARAMAAGI, KAALAM KAZHIPPADHUVO....&lt;br /&gt;
[should we spend our years idle, like the plants living by drinking the air] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;மண்டை ஓடுகள் மண்டிய நாட்டை மன்னன் ஆளுவதோ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;MANDAI OADUGAL MANDIYA NAATTAI, MANNAN AAALUVADHO....&lt;br /&gt;
[should the emperor rule the land that reeks and filled with skulls] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;நொறுங்கும் உடல்கள்.... பிதுங்கும் உயிர்கள்....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;NORUNGUM UDALGAL.... PIDHUNGUM UYIRGAL.....&lt;br /&gt;
[crumbling bodies.... squished lives...] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;அழுகும் நாடு....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;AZHUGUM NAADU... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;[rotting kingdom], &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;அழுகின்ற அரசன்...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;AZHUGINDRA ARASAN... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;[crying king]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;பழம் தின்னும் கிளியோ, பிணம் தின்னும் கழுகோ.....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;PAZHAM THINNUM KILIYO, PINAM THINNUM KAZHUGO...!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;[is it a fruit pecking parrot or (dead-body)flesh eating vulture...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;தூதோ..... முன்வினை   தீ.....தோ.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;THOODHO... MUNVINAI THEEDHO....&lt;br /&gt;
[is it a message, or a sin of previous birth] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;கலங்களும் அதிர.... களிறுகள் பிளிற...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;KALANGALUM ADHIRA... KALIRUGAL PILIRA.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;[let the earths tremble and elephants trumpet]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;சோழம் அழைத்து போவாயோ.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;SOZHAM AZHAITHTHU POVAAYO...&lt;br /&gt;
[take me to my Chola lands...]&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;தங்கமே என்னை தாய் மண்ணில் சேர்த்தால்... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;THANGAME ENNAI THAAI MANNIL SERTHTHAAL....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;[oh my dear, if you bring me to the land of my forefathers]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;புரவிகள் போலே புரண்டிருப்போம்....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;PURAVIGAL POLE PURANDIRUPPOAM....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;(குதிரைகள் மண்ணில் புரண்டு படுத்து கிடப்பது போல தன் சொந்த &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;நாட்டு நிலத்தில் விழுந்து கிடக்க வேண்டும்)&lt;br /&gt;
[we will roll in the grounds of my kingdom like horses till we feel it is real]&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;ஆயிரம் ஆண்டுகள் சேர்த்த கண்ணீரை, அருவிகள் போலே அழுதிருப்போம்....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;AAYIRAM AANDUGAL SERTHTHA KANNEERAI, ARUVIGAL POLE AZHUDHIRUPPOAM....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;[the tears saved for thousand years, will stream like waterfalls on hills]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;அது வரை அது வரை......ஓஓஓஓஓஓ... ஓஓஓஓஓஓஓஓஓஓஓஓ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;ADHU VARAI ADHU VARAI.... OOOOOOOO...OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;
[till then, till then]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
தமிழர் காணும் துயரம் கண்டு, தலையை சுற்றும் கோலே(crown), அழாதே...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;THAMIZHAR KAANUM THUYARAM KANDU, THALAIYAI SUTRUM KOLEY, AZHAADHEY...&lt;br /&gt;
[don't cry the crown in my head, as you see sadness of Tamil people] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;என்றோ ஒரு நாள், விடியும் என்றே, இரவை சுமக்கும் நாளே, அழாதே...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;ENDRO ORU NAAL, VIDIYUM ENDRE, IRAVAI SUMMAKKUM NAALEY, AZHAADHEY...&lt;br /&gt;
[oh the day that bears the night, that dreams of a day of dawn, don't cry] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;நூற்றாண்டுகளின் துருவை தாங்கி, உறையில் தூங்கும் வாளே, அழாதே....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;NOOTRAANDUGALIN THURUVAI THAANGI, URAIYIL THOONGUM VAALEY, AZHAADHEY... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;[oh, thy sword sleeping in it's sheath bearing the rust of hundreds of years, don't cry]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;எந்தன் கண்ணின் கண்ணீர் கழுவ, என்னோடழும் யாழே, அழாதே........................!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;ENDHAN KANNIN KANNEER KAZHUVA, ENNODAZHUM YAAZHEY, AZHAADHEY....!&lt;br /&gt;
[oh the yaash(musical instrument) that cries to wipe my tears of my eyes, don't cry]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
THAAI THINDRA MANNE....&lt;br /&gt;
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Be assertive, voice forcefully, lead headway in regional neighborhood and strategic ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;
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But India is holding onto age old diplomatic caution, being non-intrusive, passive, maintaining risk-averse diplomacy. Coalition governments and age-old civil servants are not helping anyway. Bla bla bla... it goes on...&lt;br /&gt;
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One thing is right. India should be more assertive and should not bend to other powers. &lt;br /&gt;
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But in what way? It is completely in different sense. I don't know whether Indians that is the real people in the foreign service, government, the corrupted politicians, and the alternating self serving political parties coming to power are up to the job. [I don't know how a consistent character can be maintained by different political parties coming to power]&lt;br /&gt;
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Now what is the job?&lt;br /&gt;
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India for the most part is compromising on values and justice in international arena for its own economical growth, and acts like a coward due to insecurity many times.&lt;br /&gt;
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For example, relationship with U.S, Russia and World Bank/IMF is marked by weaker reactions to the dominant forces. World Bank forced India to open its market in return for the loan to bail out Indian monetary crisis in 1990's.&lt;br /&gt;
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Developing relationship between Russia and U.S, India is torn between two powers not having the power of her own.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even after passing nuclear liability bill in India, U.S is orchestrating a drama through NSG and trying to coerce India to undo her nuclear laws.&lt;br /&gt;
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Though, being a servant to such high powers helped India to grow economically, India doesn't have any strong character or will of its own in international arena.&lt;br /&gt;
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The irritating neighbors like Pakistan, reactionary and arrogant China, deceiving Sri Lanka behind the back are all reasons for India's absence of assertion and will power not to bend to higher powers thus compromising its own values and morals.&lt;br /&gt;
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Can India openly make statement saying, it will not befriend any country just for its own benefit, but it will be only guided by international justice and moral of its own? We all talk about ancient India, its tradition, character, justice, and compassion to all human beings. But, the contemporary India, hardly shows any such character to the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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Can India take risk to strike down offending countries with iron hand for justice? It need not be a military offensive. It can be withdrawal(100%) of economic relationship to protest the offending country that acts inhumanly and with injustice. &lt;br /&gt;
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Can India cross the line of insecurity, try to be strong, use iron will while accommodating Pakistan's fear and try to take bold steps to resolve the issues between two countries? Is it even possible to think, India and Pakistan both sharing Jammu Kashmir as two friendly nations whose interest is to secure the strategic geo-location of J&amp;amp;K? Can India stop whining and move forward? Can India hold Pakistan responsible on its promises?&lt;br /&gt;
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Pakistan is extremely reactionary. India creates nuclear weapon. Pakistan creates one immediately. India launches missiles. Pakistan launches missiles too. If India farts, Pakistan also will fart immediately I guess. Both U.S and China are taking advantage of this childlike character of Pakistan to befriend it. It is all India's fault. India lost a brother who now joined with adversary forces to strike down India in anyway possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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All due to cowardly character of India.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we say "Hi Friend" to Russia, we should let Russia know that this friendship is not because we agree to be unfriendly to Russia's enemies. It is only because we want Russia to be our friend. The friendship with other countries cannot be dictated by Russia. India cannot be offensive to any country just to win a friendship of others.  It is India's own right to decide who can be her friend. It is the most unholy indication that India is weak and has no value of her own.&lt;br /&gt;
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Can India be such an assertive country radiating her ancient character of compassion and justice to all human beings and&amp;nbsp; living things, in international stage? Not just look for economic growth?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Tom with a dashing shining grey fur, pawed along with stylish tail with a white end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jerry glided along with a hat. Jerry was pulling his face, apparently lost in thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's amazing to think about how on the first day of meeting they ended up going to a bar together.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As they approached the bar, they faced a short pig like figure  overflowing from a chair beside the bar door. Ooh, it's no pig. It is a  whiskered catty for a bouncer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fatty welcomed Tom. "Good to see you Mr.Tom. In right away" he opened the door for Tom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Good to see you too Mr.Wiggly" greeted Tom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fatty, eyed the accompanying Jerry. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Huhoom... Good evening Mr.Piggly" said Jerry quickly sliding through the door crack.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As they entered the dimly lit moderately crowded inside of the bar, Tom turned to Jerry and said,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"What's with you? I heard what you said to Mr.Wiggly. Be careful around here. Speciesm is not welcome in this bar."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Well SPECIESM, eh? Another surprise I think. I don't know why you take  so much effort to act un-humanish even in language. Anyways, how do you  know this place. I thought you were a new comer to our area."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Nah, I was living in the pet store in the nearby street. I'm a regular to this bar."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was a colorful sight inside, mostly orange shades and black shades.  Couple of dogs sitting on the counter drinking their frothing beer. One  female cat was pawing her Bloody Mary side by side on the counter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A monkey for a barman was busy mixing the cocktails. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Not the counter today I guess. Come on lets go to that table by the counter" pointed Tom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jerry followed him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many faces were smiling at Tom on the way as he moved.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One long cranky, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_dane"&gt;great dane dog&lt;/a&gt; actually came along to say Hi to Tom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Hey fella. I thought you were let go today only. Can't miss the bar even on the first day of your buy out, eh?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Hey Mr.Man Dog. Yeah, story of my life. Here, meet my new household friend Mr.Jerry, I call him J."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Hey nice to meet you J"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Nice to meet you too."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Catch you later" Mr.Man Dog cranked away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"One of your another brotherhood truce I suppose" asked Jerry eyeing the parting dog.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Yes, story of my life" said Tom&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tom and Jerry settled down on their target table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jerry made himself comfortable on the table, and sat facing Tom. Tom settled on a high chair by the table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Hi Fellas. I'm Ms. Hen. What can I get ya?" crowed a hen for a barmaid who just pulled out menus from her feathers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"No mistaking, er, Ms.Hen, and I'm Mr.Scurry Away and I will have a  pint, and you Mr.Tom?" squeaked Jerry, a slight thread of laughter ready  to snap in Jerry's voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"The usual, Henny dear" said Tom to her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She gave a look at Jerry and hopped away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Well, so much for checking out chicks in drunken frenzy" said Jerry&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Not so fast buddy. Look at the door."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There she was. Pearly white hat, bathed in orange light, with her black  heels having pointy edges with a transparent tops carelessly buttoned.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh the cat" said Jerry blandly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"What do you mean 'Oh the cat'? Are you blind? She is hot, holy smoking hot." said Tom in outrage.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"It's not like I'm a cat or something to fancy such thing" dismissed Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh come on, I thought the beauty transcended the boundaries of species.  Look at her. See how delicately her tails are swaying slowly, just like  her eyelashes batting at the moment. I can see her entire underbelly  lining through her shirts."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"You mean the cat belly white stripe? Well, exposure is sexiness in all  species then" said J thoughtfully. "And you are dirty which didn't  surprise me I wonder why."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Well, how your race measures sexiness?" asked Tom silkily.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I would rather show it. Well, I don't see any hot chicks in my  dictionary" confirmed Jerry after a quick scan through the entire bar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I hope the girls are all scurrying under the boards and reeking corners  of the houses I suppose." said Tom with a crack in his face. "Well,  think about it. We, the cats are very well socially presentable and  soft. We are ideal creatures to decorate the sociable occasions like  parties and bars, unlike you stinkies." went on Tom harshly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Well well, who talked about the SPECIESM again?" cracked Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ms.Hen placed the drinks on the table. A pint of beer for J and a black glass mug for Tom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They both said cheers and drank a full. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"You are such a lazy bum. You can't even sit on your own hind legs. Look  around you. You are the only tailed beast using a chair in this bar."  Jerry&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Interestingly all people in the bar were either on the table or on the bar counter leaving all chairs empty, so is with Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Well you noticed it then. Hey, I always try to be mysterious. If  anybody has got the lazy bums, its humans, mind it." said Tom. "The  whole table, chair, sofa, stool and bench were the inventions by them".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Okie dokie. Well, what about your skills with girls. Any piece of advise for a young lad like me?" asked Jerry&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"You've got to stay mysterious. Just like me. Aloof and unpredictable. The suckers will fall for it."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I see"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Well, its always the case with humans. We the cats have been pets for  them for thousand years. We always make sure that we look mysterious. It  is very easy. Just stare at them. Look at them as though you are  examining a worm in the mud. Stalk them for good in the night. When they  are not looking, change places. It always blew their lid off. If you  take further little step, you can even kill them with a heart attack.  Poor things. I think our 'mew' is a cry of an evil for humans especially  in the night."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"More surprises, hey, I thought I told you that you exceeded your quota for today" went J as a matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jerry continued, "Anyways, one correction in your theory. Cats have been  friends with man even before thousand years. You know the Egyptians  have statues of cats and they lived several thousand years before  Christ."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Hey come to think of it. None of us alive today have lived in those  times. So, we don't know what happened even 100 yrs back. All we know is  people's story and books and statues. One can't be sure 100 percent  right. Moreover, who could say that Egyptians only had statues of their  friends. We could've been their enemies as well."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Or slaves, oh, bite me!" Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh I wish I could. Well, that goes against our pact." Tom&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Now I have serious doubt that this pact has anything to do with peace  or brotherhood. I think it is a result of Mr.Lazy Tail's dragging feet.  Not that I'm complaining, but you are a disgrace to Cats, you know  that?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Hey, I'm like Yin for Yang, Day for Night, Good for Evil, well yes, Disgrace for Grace. I'm still the 'mysterious cat'."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They came out of the bar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Good night Mr.Wiggly" said Tom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Good night Mr.Tom"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Good night Mr.Piggly" said Jerry&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mr.Wiggly was apparently trying to assess the situation, his face contorting.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh, Mr.Wiggly, J here has selective speech impediment. He can't  pronounce 'V'. Instead he picks up interesting choice of letters to  replace"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Holy pop. There you go, you surprise me again" Said J.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I know you are fooling around. So, I thought I would give you a hand and play along." whispered Tom&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"But my name's got W not V" whined Mr.Wiggly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Yes that too Mr.Wiggly, you know it's the sound he has got problems with." assured Tom&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Yes, double-yew-ee have to hurry. By the way, someone's kicking your balls." pointed out Jerry&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Yeehaaw" a donkey was swearing near the wall.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh walls you mean. Let me get that damned donkey; Mr.Tom I think I'm  getting the hang of your friend's speech" grinned widely Mr.Wiggly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, this is a story of "Tom" the cat and "Jerry" the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One day, Jerry was sneaking around the house as usual eating all the food he can get in the pet-less house.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He heard the front door open. His mistress came in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was out for shopping and now that she returned home, Jerry's hopes were rising high about the new food items she might've brought in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She called out 'Jerry! Jerry! Come and look what I've got for you?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jerry went out front and took a good look at what his mistress was holding in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Yes Mom, what is it?" a voice startled Jerry from behind. Oh, it's that kid of hers called "Henry".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Here Jerry, meet Mr.Tom. Tom, this is Jerry." she said.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The purring streaky sneaky woolen thing stared with its bulbous eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is the day of my life. The day I first met Mr.Tom or just Tom the cat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Hello my lovely friends. How'you been?" said the cat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two hours later....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jerry was looping through all the holes, nooks, corners of the house only to be chased by Tom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jerry just skidded to a halt in front of his mistress. "Well what is the meaning of this?" he asked her, clearly offended by his mistress' tactlessness in buying such a pet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Jerry! show Tom around our house" she said.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Well I'm not the only one who knows the circuits around here!" exasperated Jerry, wishing that the cat would leave him alone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Mom, do you know why they call this a mouse?" asked Henry from his computer table holding the mouse by the wire.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Why dear?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Because it knows the circuits well" said Henry patting his computer and grinning.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh brother" sighed Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I'm sorry about that mate. Don't take it personally." said Tom and waited to let the meaning sink in and leered and said "I'm a cat and you are a mouse. That's that. Well, I don't enjoy this chase much neither. It is a cat thing you know. Nothing's personal...!" and swoosh he sprang up on Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"You insolent cat!" ran Jerry shouting.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"A cat may as well be insolent than not chasing a mouse when he sees one" recited Tom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Hey J, stop there!" shouted Tom behind Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jerry froze in the middle of his sprint, "Did you call me J?", "What on earth does that suppose to mean?" quizzed J.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Dude, why don't we talk this through?" said Tom. "Lets stop this bickering. I'm getting bored of this meaningless hurry, rush, panting and sweating for a few minutes pleasure" said Tom innocently batting his eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Ha! Mr.Creepy. You sound like as though this is something mutually pleasurable."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Okay okay. Let me stop fooling around. Come on, listen to me. Do you know that the furious of all fights is fought among brothers?" waited Tom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Your transformation is worth an amusement. Foolish chaser to Mr.Creepy and then to Mr.Creepy Wise Concile Cat" mocked Jerry. "Nevertheless, please explain the furious fight thing".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"There are many incidents in history that suggest that furious of all fights happened between brothers or siblings. You know, the American civil war between North and South,  colonial clash among Europeans who descended from a single race, war between Karna and Arjun in Indian mythology, numerous fights over the throne in kingly times, the contemporary India-Pakistan fight, etc, etc..."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He continued, "I believe that our races should've descended from a single ancestor and we should have been brothers many a births ago".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Seriously, I doubt Darwin would agree to that in his evolution theory" noted J&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Come on. Look at us. We both have bulbous eyes."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Not me"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Whiskers, long curvy tail, cautious deceitful movement to catch our food, except for the soft, silky, dandy, beautiful fur that we have, I think you guys lost it to the tail and became full body baldies... pity..."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh, why not. Couple of others. We are vegetarians, and you fools are blood suckers. Then, we don't eat your race, but you eat our race. How about that?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh come on, lets get past this present and overlook our differences to rediscover our eternal bond." said Tom nicely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"You know what, so far it was good. Now you started to put me off"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"All what I'm saying is, lets call it a truce and try to be friends, you know, like true friends, like dudes and brothers?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Okay. Lets see. Now what shall we do as friends for starters?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Got an idea! Lets hit the bar and checkout the cool chicks in drunken frenzy out there."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh boy, cats and mice and, now the chicks to the list. But, you still surprise me. Too many surprises for a single day. Lets finish it with the bar for today" said J.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tommy returned to his mistress to purr.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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When I looked at Wiki, it looked little constipated. So, I will not try to give too many complicated details about SNMP.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lets look at it in layman's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;
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Say there is a network device such as switch, router, computer, ATM machine, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we look at the device directly, we can see it's color, chassis(outer casing), number of ports it has, it's physically visible components like fans, heat sync, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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Imagine, how a computer (or a software that is &lt;a href="http://murkymind.blogspot.com/2011/03/difference-between-nms-and-ems.html"&gt;NMS or EMS&lt;/a&gt;) can look at a device in a network just like we humans examine a device.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now what people did is, they put in some information inside the device, so that anyone can ask the device about it's details like, what kind of device is that, who made it, how many ports it has, what are all the hardware components it has, how much data is currently flowing through the device, who is using the device currently, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, through a command, you can ask a specific detail about the device. It will respond with the information. This interaction is called querying a device.&lt;br /&gt;
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The set of rules of this querying is termed as protocol. One such protocol that became very famous for its simplicity is SNMP protocol.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, any vendor who manufactured the device would choose to put &lt;a href="http://murkymind.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-couldnt-read-phrase-snmp-agent.html"&gt;an SNMP&lt;/a&gt; agent (a software that is running inside the device) inside his device and he can claim that his device is an SNMP device, or it supports SNMP. [Remember that both SNMP agent and EMS can be running inside a device, but they are not the same]&lt;br /&gt;
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That means, the device can be freely queried about various details of the device by anyone inside the network. There is no secrecy (like Apple IPhone interiors) when it comes to SNMP devices. They freely give out all information about themselves [if the person has the right password ;-)].&lt;br /&gt;
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So, any manufacturer who supports SNMP, is broadly welcomed in the market because, their devices are open and easy to manage.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;How does SNMP function?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The SNMP agent running inside the device, that is the software component, maintains a ready database (pool of information about the device). This database is called MIB (namely Management Information Base). It is basically a tree organization.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The organization of this database (that is what information should be put in which position of the tree) is defined as an international standard, and every manufacturer should follow this if they want to claim that their device is SNMP device. This standard definition is called MIB standard or standard MIB. Some part of the MIB or tree is left free for the vendors to fill in about the peculiarity of the device which may not be common to all devices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every vendor creates a new MIB for their every new device following the guidelines of the standard MIB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, the SNMP agent’s job is to create a live database based on the MIB definition attached to the device. For example, the number of octets passed through a port(indicates amount of data transferred through a port of a device) is detected by the agent, and the agent updates it’s database, so that if someone does an SNMP query asking the octet count for a port, it will give the latest info on that. So, SNMP agent is alive, lively, keeping the database up to date all the time. [Sometimes, the agent may not update it's database, but when queried, it knows where to pickup the latest info inside the device memory :-)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes, it can voluntarily send some info (such as SNMP Traps) to a pre-designated party (usually an NMS).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;What common information does the MIB have?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who manufactured the device? Yes, there is a code given to each manufacturer in the world, and this code is put in a specific place in the MIB, so that anyone can query the device and get the manufacturer name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What kind of device it is? Is it a switch, or router, or computer? This information is also available in the MIB is a particular place in the MIB tree (it's called sysOID).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is the IP address of the device?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Which SNMP version the device supports?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;List of ports available?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is the status of a port?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is the utilization of a particular port of the device?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;These are some common data that can be obtained through SNMP queries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The art of programming/developing the SNMP agent is called SNMP instrumentation or agent development.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you want to know what kind of information a particular device (say Cisco Telepresence) gives out through SNMP protocol, you should get the MIB definition of that device and read through it. It is a text document that describes the entire MIB tree and which OID will give what info.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hang on, did I say OID? Oh, OID is Object ID. 'Object' is nothing but a node or a position in the MIB tree. Every position in the MIB tree has a unique identifier. So, for every OID there is a corresponding info. Or, every info supported in SNMP, has a unique OID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;OID uses a dotted notation. e.g sysUpTime =       .1.3.6.1.2.1.1.3.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you query the above OID, it will return, how much time the device has been up and running (time from last reboot).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In one line, SNMP MIB is "a blueprint of the device". (just like the blueprint of the whitehouse).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hope this is not as constipated as the Wiki ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/5659366926389737478-5661864802091240546?l=murkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When one turns the pages of medieval history and British rule, both  Indians as well as British practiced bribery. It was an influential  factor in the political history of our country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I  could only imagine that bribery was there when time immemorial as  ancient as cockroaches. As long as power and trust was entrusted to  humans, at least on occasions they tend to misuse them. One could find  treachery and betrayal even in epics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When  bribery is as ancient, a custom of practice, there was something that  differed from time to time. The way it was perceived, encountered and  reacted upon differed at different times of human history and at  different cultures and countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What  scares me most is not the bribery itself that prevails in our country  today, but the tolerance level the people of India show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Only one way of protecting ourselves from this beast is to curb it continuously with all the might and force we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Every  one of us knowingly or unknowingly tolerates or practices bribery in  our daily lives. I wonder if the imaginative and the intellectual  thought about the impact or aftermath of bribery. Did anyone try to  trace and assess the damage it leaves upon us? Did anyone try to project  the inefficiency that would be incurred in the future by the bribery  committed today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Did  anyone try to factor out how many people die or lose their limbs, bear  diseases, experience psychological damage, be deprived of their  livelihood or even denied the exit out of poverty or barred from  educational upliftment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The  people, who accumulate wealth through massive scale of bribery, also  join the elite rich families in controlling the most of the wealth of  our society. This is evident from larger and larger scandals thrown at  our faces regularly nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The  police that protected wealthy and raped the poor during British rule,  continues to do the same even today, as I happen to have friends and  their family who got arrested and beaten in police station, simply  because someone shoved money into the hands of the police.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To get my community certificate, I pay bribe just to avoid harassment and lethal delays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Even  when those few good people left in politics and in bureaucracy work  their heart out and rage a war against all other ill-minded forces for  bringing out welfare programmes to benefit the weaker section of the  society, it doesn’t help. How do we welcome that programme? What happens  down there at the lowest level of the programme? Bribery and  misappropriation of welfare programme funds, exploitation of PDS food  grains, at the very lowest end of government arms, and in small scale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This  small scale bribery by local common men, who belong to exactly the same  section which they exploit, weakens the effectiveness of a nationwide  programme, leaving a rather larger impact. On the other hand, the large  scale bribery and the money involved in it, impacts the economy of the  country itself when it is hidden in Swiss banks and comes back as  foreign direct investment. This makes the government weaker and weaker  economically by increased debt due to the loss of its rightful revenue,  thus impacting the quality of life of every citizen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When  the governments are tied together by the thread of bribery, foreigners  not only laugh at us, but they also get a chance to coax and exploit the  people in power who are ready to sell themselves for money, and  influence our governance and foreign relations through disguised agents.  Along with dreadful terrorism, this very bribery exposes our country to  foreign threats. Bribery and low personal ethics can become a question  of national security. Our soldiers are cheated, deprived of their  rightful benefits and left with a feeling that our government does not  care for them, as it was reported by many military grievances in the  news lately. Will they feel proud to give their life for their country  when their government can’t even fulfill their basic need and sense of  appreciation for their dear service to the nation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This  beast poses threat to the integrity of our nation, weakens economy,  increases inequality in the society, and creates dissatisfaction among  people of India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hence,  a sensible way is, to treat bribery with iron hand, to treat it as  severe as a rape, as horrible as human trafficking and equal to  murdering many lives. We should realize that it is time to curb this  with strong legislative changes. The awful impact of bribery should be  given due thought and work towards criminalizing all bribery small or  big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It  is time for us to shed our tolerance and demand the government to enact  laws criminalizing this shameful practice. We are capable of creating a  law, as powerful and useful as RTI in this matter as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Every  act of bribery or misuse of power should be analyzed before the court  and the impact it would leave should be projected by experts and  punishment should be as severe as the projected impact of the bribery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The  following factors can be considered by experts to decide the punishment  for practicing bribery. The financial loss to the concerned parties,  psychological impact and abuse, number of persons possibly would be  affected, financial implication the loss leaves on our economy,  inefficiency incurred by the misuse of authority, percentage loss in  future growth of the society, number of socio-economic levels or layers  hit by this bribe, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipaidabribe.com/sforms/un_convention"&gt;http://www.ipaidabribe.com/sforms/un_convention&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659366926389737478-2638866492644994903?l=murkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When so many people search Google for this, well I thought it wouldn't harm to write a note on this basic concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not for Pros".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NMS - Network Management System&lt;br /&gt;EMS - Element Management System&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets define what is a network Node. A node is a single device or entity &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;usually &lt;/span&gt;a single physical box, such as a computer, server, router, switch, etc. The node, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;usually &lt;/span&gt;is connected to other nodes in the network, interacting and exchanging data in the language the local network devices understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course a Network, is a bunch of interconnected nodes where communication between them is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;usually &lt;/span&gt;possible at will if any device wants to talk to other devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMS is a system which manages a single Node or group of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;similar &lt;/span&gt;Nodes. The word 'Element' refers to a node in a network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NMS is a system which manages the entire network or multiple networks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMS can sit in one part of the network and manage node/nodes in other part of the same network(or a different network) or it can sit inside the managed device itself and extend management interface to the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NMS can sit inside the network or outside the network (but can reach the network) monitoring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all the nodes&lt;/span&gt; in the network &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or most of the nodes&lt;/span&gt; in the network and the connections among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the main difference between EMS and NMS is the ability of NMS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to understand the inter-relation between the devices&lt;/span&gt; of the network. An EMS does not understand the communication links or relationships between devices. It only knows the intricacies of a single device, though it can manage multiple devices of similar type, it treats all the nodes in that group as independent devices not recognizing how they interact among themselves or their complementing functionality or what they mean to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another functionality of NMS which differentiates it from EMS is, its ability to monitor the inter-links among the devices, or the connecting links in the entire network or the ability to report the faults occurring at various nodes in the network and also predict how such faults disrupt the communication links in the network causing the whole network to not function or malfunction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one can roughly say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NMS = EMS + Link/Connectivity Management + Management of Relationships among devices + Understanding of contributions of each node in the functioning of the network itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does NMS or EMS look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, both of them can be just softwares with/without graphical interface running in a separate server or in a normal desktop computer or in a network node/device (usually EMS, with a  web server).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current trend is, a server with GUI developed in java or with a web server or an enterprise server.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NMS can perform very complex operations with respect to the network as a whole. The functions are termed as FCAPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fault &lt;/span&gt;- Report Link Failures and node failures or faults in the part of a device&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Configuration &lt;/span&gt;- Modify/enable functionality of a device/node&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accounting &lt;/span&gt;- Perform billing, accounting related functions for a commercially used business network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Performance &lt;/span&gt;- Measure/improve performance or utilization of the network or devices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Security &lt;/span&gt;- Protect the devices or network from harmful or illegal access, implement hierarchical access policy within the network, provide user management (human users accounts) in conjunction with device/network/service access&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally an NMS can do anything with the network if anyone is willing to put such functionality in the NMS. It can create, maintain, provision or destroy a network or a device within the network. From sending an electronic message to operating a robotic arm to mechanically connect or disconnect devices, to showing the mobile users and their movements on a screen to shutting a water pipe or door, or closing a dam, to anything. The possibilities are endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the devices in that network should be designed in such a way that an NMS can manipulate them easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last notable capability of an NMS is to manage dissimilar devices that is differing in functionality, differing by vendor, or differing in its basic nature (the language a device understands, e.g. IP device and Telecom Device).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659366926389737478-2627412928395255555?l=murkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, lets see if it is any good different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Curd Semi Sambar (for 2 persons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ingredients needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;mustard 1 spoon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cooking oil couple of spoons (as you like)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5-10 leaves of curry leaves &amp;amp; equal amount of coriander leaves chopped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 green chilly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 spoons of chana dal (Kadalai Paruppu)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1 spoon of Turmeric powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 spoons of coriander powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 spoon of red chilly powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 onion cut in small pieces&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4-5 medium size tomatos (cut in small pieces)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 big radish (cut in small pieces) or any other vegetable suitable for sambar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 cup curd (keep it as lesser as possible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;salt 1 or 2 spoons to the taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Procedure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with the dry hot Kadai (open vessel used for sambar) and pour the cooking oil. Let it heat up a bit and put the mustard to wait till it pops. Immediately add the chana dal and cross cut green chilly pieces, and fry it till the dal becomes golden brown (one can fry the dal separately and use it now as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add curry leaves and coriander leaves and mix a bit. Now, you can add onion and fry it for couple of minutes, then tomato and fry it till it weakens; and then add the radish followed immediately by turmeric powder, coriander powder, chilly powder and salt. You got to fry the whole mix till radish absorbs all the masala and gets semi cooked. Now is the time to move to boiling the thing with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boiling:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before you pour the water, add the curd and mix for 5 seconds and pour water sharply before the curd turns into milk residues. Pour water till the veggies immerse. Now taste for hotness of chilly and salt. Add chilly powder or salt till it tastes good. One can vary the amount of curd to his style. The more curd you add, the more it becomes "more kulambu" so don't add too much curd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let the Curd-Semi-Sambar boil till radish gets cooked properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called semi sambar because we don't use toor dal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is ready to be served with boiled rice hot and tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5659366926389737478-7204670024438379991?l=murkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;மனித தேகத்தின் நிறை குறை அறிந்தும் கேட்கிறேன் அன்பே, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 25px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;நாம் இருவரும் தேக மாற்றம் செய்து கொள்ளலாமா? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 25px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 25px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; 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Or  I am responsible for keeping myself entertained.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope there  is a difference between 'entertainment' and 'merrymaking'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Believe that the thing exists.  You will be the creator of it soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our world is as fictional as  it is real. Only we choose what to indulge in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tarnishing may  be the quicketh of thee than the cleansing...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creative thinkers,  inventors and weirdos are one step short of insanity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who am I  to judge people in this universe? I just like to live here while I can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who  am I to judge people in this universe? Even if I did, that is a crap  anyway. So, don't listen to me. Don't take anything seriously unless it  helps you.  I don't want to be a garbage bag full of judgement about  people. I would like to live well while I can. Well, what about you? ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheers!  Hey, Happy Pongaaal to AAAWLL those Maa'doo's out there on the roads,  fields and backyards!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have to exhaust all ways of being  'stupid' in order to truly taste being 'smart'. -by almighty adiyen ;)  -by prabakar kavundar ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*Waiting To Prove Their Worth:* Voice,  Eyes, Mind &amp;amp; Life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A puzzle, only for bold minds:: *How to  become god?* -don't expect any answer from me; but you can submit  answers to me for validation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drinking is like beating oneself. Smoking is like  raping oneself. You are born *only* to multiply.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The more  you *hate* one thing, the more you *like* other thing. The more you  *like* one thing, the more you *hate* the other thing. You don't know  what is genuine. The LIKING or HATING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The liking of one thing  might lead to hating/liking of other thing and vice-versa. Again you  don't know what is genuine. The thing *that triggered you* or the thing  *that got triggered in you*. In fact, YOU SHOULD BE CLUELESS :) all the  time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be sure/righteous minded, you get deadly pits and mountain  peaks for life. Be abstract/open minded, you get a maze for life.  Either way, you are in trouble.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't expect anything from me  unless we are in business. Otherwise, if you expect, instantly you  become a stranger to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expect none from me unless we are in  business. Otherwise, you instantly become a stranger to me. *But, you  can look at me, ponder about me, study me, examine my characters, and  let it fascinate you.*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tava nama kim... Tava devah kah... Tava  devi ka... Tava putrah kah... Tava putri ka... Tava bhrata kah... Tava  svasa ka... Tava mitram kim... tava vahanam kim... Tava swamyaya  namaha...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;வீட்டுக்குள்ளே பூனை, காட்டுக்குள்ளே யானை.... வட்டி  கடையில் சட்டி.... மனசுக்குள்ளே குட்டி....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;{3:15} And I will put  enmity between thee and the&lt;br /&gt;woman, and between thy seed and her seed;  it shall bruise&lt;br /&gt;thy head, and thou shalt bruise his heel. {3:16}  Unto the&lt;br /&gt;woman he said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy&lt;br /&gt;conception;  in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children; and&lt;br /&gt;thy desire [shall be]  to thy husband, and he(Adam) shall rule over&lt;br /&gt;thee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Professor  McGonagall stared deliberately around the class. 'The Yule Ball is of  course a chance for us all to - er - let our hair down,' she said, in a  disapproving voice. Lavender giggled harder than ever, with her hand  pressed hard against her mouth to stifle the sound. Harry could see what  was funny this time: Professor McGonagall, with her hair in a tight  bun, looked as though she'd never let her hair down in any sense. "Let  Your Hair Down" - &lt;a href="http://www.cjvlang.com/Hpotter/wordplay/hairdown.html"&gt;http://www.cjvlang.com/Hpotter/wordplay/hairdown.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For  the sheer joy of learning... To be a better person (at will)... [To  serve and be satisfied...]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life  is crazy - Even the loudest man learns to whisper over the phone for  hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to make sense?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659366926389737478-6728904815740168919?l=murkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;உனக்குள் நான்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;நீ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;வீடு&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;வந்து&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;சேரும்பொழுது &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;உன்னை&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;கட்டிக்கொள்ள&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;நீ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;துவண்டு&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;விழும்போது&lt;/span&gt; உன்னை &lt;span&gt;தாங்கிக்கொள்ள&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;நீ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;வெகுண்டு&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;எழும்பொழுது &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;உன்னை&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ஆற்றிக்கொள்ள&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நீ தூங்கும்பொழுது&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;உன்னை &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;போத்திக்கொள்ள&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;நீ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;மழலையானால்&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;உன்னை&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;குளிப்பாட்டிப்பார்க்க&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நீ அமைதி&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;கொண்டிருக்கும் பொழுது &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;உன்னை &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;சீண்டிப்பார்க்க&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;நமக்குள்&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;தூரம்&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;மிகுந்தால்&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;உன்&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;கையால்&lt;/span&gt; கண்ணம் பழுக்க,&lt;br /&gt;நான் இருக்கிறேன் அன்பே..... இல்லை இல்லை,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;என்றும்&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;நீ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;என்&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;கண்ணிலிருக்க&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span&gt;  உன்&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;சிந்தனையாகவே&lt;/span&gt; நான் பிறப்பெடுக்க &lt;span&gt;வேண்டும்&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;கண்ணே&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;திரு&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;விழா &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;தினமும்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;என்னுள்ளே&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;குதூகலம்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;சிரித்து&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;பேசினேன்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;எல்லோரிடமும்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;விரைந்து&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;நடந்தேன்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ஆர்வத்துடன்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;புன்னகை&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;புரிந்தேன்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;எதிர்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;வருவோரிடம்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;மறந்தேன்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;கையில்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;இருக்கும்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;புத்தகத்தின்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;அறிவியல்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;விழி&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;அகன்று&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;நோக்கினேன்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;பூக்களை&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;சாலையில்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;இறைக்கும்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;மரங்களை&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;சொல்லவே&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;முடியாத&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;மகிழ்ச்சி&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;என்னதான்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;நடந்தது&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;கல்லூரி&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;வளாகம்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; 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