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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I am not kidding...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As per the current planning&amp;nbsp;commission&amp;nbsp;report if you spend more than 32 rupees a day you are not poor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I am thinking may be now we have to pay Tax in addition to what we pay now if we spend more than 32 Rupees a day...&amp;nbsp;The art of convincing the common people is to tell how not common they are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Even if its 100 a day I dont think a person can survive on that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;100 would be enough if you are on a diet where in you wont have food for more than one time a day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So much for the food and what about&amp;nbsp;accommodation?? Where would you live??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I think we all can go to parliament and stay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Where a Vegetarian Thali will cost 12.50 Rs, Tea - 1 Rupee,Rice - 2 Rs &amp;amp; Dosa @ 4 Rs.&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;By that way we can have food 3 times in a day and still manage to save 40 Rs if the limit is 100 Rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Huge saving I suppose!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If you see the full menu then you will never leave that place.. No wonder why politicians are so adamant to get elected @ any cost.. at least food security would be there isn't it ????..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To be contd.... ( The 32 Rupees Tag Line wont die that soon.. &amp;nbsp;)&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/2690526660314285368-564094303521734830?l=zreecusblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;"The whole country has woken up" that's what media term this ongoing movement.&amp;nbsp;Where they were asleep before?? I dunno.May be yes, may be no.Tell me , haven't you wanted to get things done quickly.Haven't you taken credit in doing things quickly??I think no one can say "no" as an answer to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The basic cause of corruption is the need to get things done ASAP.&amp;nbsp;The other main reason would be to make illegal things legal.You think corruption is related to money. No, actually it is related to thoughts.Take for instance you are waiting for your chance at an movie theatre queue.The first thing you will do is to search for some person whom you know in the queue ahead of you.If you are lucky to find some one, at that very instant you have corrupted your mind by excusing yourself from the queue.The truth is that we can't wait and for that we are willing to do anything.&amp;nbsp;Here money is not the constraint, here the thought is what is corrupted.There are numerous examples like this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And people in the whatever institutions take advantage of this attitude of ours.Remember always if you point a finger to a person , three of your fingers are pointing towards you.To kill corruption you need to kill the urge or the need to getting things done easily.Be the change you want to see in the society and in turn it will reflect in the nation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I support the ongoing movement against corruption but along with that there should be a movement inside each individual which should erase the root cause of corruption- The Inner Greed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Visited my blog after a long time and noticed that I haven't added&amp;nbsp; much to it,it was bit confusing for me. It's not that I didn't had time, but just the fact that I don have to run from anything right now. So what has changed. May be the fact that ,I am in Kerala. Ya that might be reason for this absence from blog. There were times when I blogged daily or at least once in a week, now even if I get ample time I find myself away from it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Traveling and photography were the other two major interests that I was always excited about. Now I do travel regularly and do try to capture some snaps whenever I get some time or situation but the old excitement is dying around. Technology has grown far too much, now we can be sure that we won't get lost while travelling coz we have mobiles or more on less internet on the go.From one point of view it's good to be so sure and specific about our travel plans but then where's the scope for adventure in it.And as for photography , the real art of taking a snap has given away to the type of camera you hold....&lt;br /&gt;
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So what's this article about then, may be just got bogged down by the idea that nothing new is there in my blog. So updated it just for the sake of updating... ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690526660314285368-2593885697161206733?l=zreecusblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Joined Today @ Kalki.....&lt;br /&gt;
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Was a bit clueless when I started from home...&lt;br /&gt;
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Didnt knew the exact location of Kalki...&lt;br /&gt;
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So it was a "referral destination search" for me..&lt;br /&gt;
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Just took me 3 bus rides + an auto ride.&lt;br /&gt;
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Atlast a four hour journey ended, when I paid up the auto driver.&lt;br /&gt;
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Was quite uneasy at the begining but then gradually experince came to my rescue..&lt;br /&gt;
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Just a starting trouble then it was ok...&lt;br /&gt;
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A bit far away from hustling fast city life.. a more into nature sort of atmosphere..Calm n Quiet and no other buildings in site for a long distance.. BTW the only 2 storeyed building in the area....&lt;br /&gt;
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Getting here is the only concern.. really missing my Apache RTR. Just for 2 more weeks.. then that concern will disappear....It is almost on its way from Delhi....&lt;br /&gt;
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So the Home coming was fruitful....&lt;br /&gt;
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Will update soon with more office details....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690526660314285368-8916942966513471250?l=zreecusblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Ya it's true, blogging has helped me to convey a lot of things both directly and indirectly...Directly coz I feel free to write anything I want and indirectly means I can put forward things to persons to whom it becomes difficult to say otherwise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;I never thought I wud have lasted five years in bloging ... Thanks to my dear friends and my readers who have helped me a lot to put together a lot of thoughts and found enough time to go thru my blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Will definitely try to carry on like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690526660314285368-285728807896564509?l=zreecusblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;To be on a more personal note I am not finding it worth enough to stay in the lifestyle that has taken the center stage of every individual....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;I watched a movie named "Aashayein" and in the end it conveyed one simple message. A duel between "was" and "is", between "to be" or "not to be"... The movie used concept of death to really bring out the reality or the real meaning of life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fast real fast is what it is now used to describe the "need" ...Every one needs things or the output very fast to save time but then the time that is saved is redirected to another "need"...Wow why so eager to finish of time when you have lot of things to do in this saved time... Not to forget the fact that "Wants" have replaced "Needs". There used to be a thin line between them some time back, but in this age of technological and economical upwardness the line seemed to be somewhat distorted and people are easily converging those two into one. All things seems to be affordable now, but then What is actually affordable is still a question to ponder upon?? I seriously doubt whether "mental peace" fall in that list...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;Slowly, ya the word is correct "Slowly" is what I am made to think what's the outcome of all this fast forwardness... and I am slowly loosing the real concept around which this world is shaping out. Am I being left out?? or am I afraid to join this run for time??? Like the movie Matrix , I am waiting to be unplugged. Now you think I am really insane but my insanity is not driven by some other factor other than that I am insane by choice for this world not that world is making me insane. BTW what is Sanity??? Does Sanity means do things what others do or think the way what other people think... Then do we need a brain if we all are programmed to think the same way??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;Why I want to be seriously unplugged???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;Need a reason for that?? Then here are some...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;* Isn't life a compromise: compromise for the real dream with the real world reality?? Or is it really a real world reality??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;* Happiness quotient is defined on a world scale where simple and calm thinking is replaced by a greater world thinking....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;* &amp;nbsp;Being individual is to be someone out of group rather than one more brain to think the same way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;The reasons can go on on but then who is gonna number them when it always comes to the process of &amp;nbsp;reducing the number of constraints...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;Am I thinking too much or am I dreaming???&lt;br /&gt;
Wherein all the projections of this dream life is converging on me???&lt;br /&gt;
Am I dreaming for myself or am I in some one else's dream???&lt;br /&gt;
Might be thinking this person has gone mad?? But then that thought is yours, not mine....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quotes are worth reading when they come from someone else's experience ;-)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I write, I read, I think, but these actions seems to be mutually exclusive ;-)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think, I write, but then all my thoughts aren't written always ;-)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I read , I think, but the things I read aren't the things I end up thinking about ;-)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;This page seems to be quite common to everyone's experience but then experience is an degree of&amp;nbsp;individualistic thoughts....Similar to&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"what I see is not what you want to see?".&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once I used to be serious, but then I don't seriously remember when that "once" was ;-)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have met many people but "many" is just a term to describe the number, in the core they all end up being of the same mentality only ;-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can copy any or all of these but will that really make you "me"???&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I haven't conquered the world, I am not the richest and definitely I am  not perfect, but all I know is I am the best I can be by being myself  and my dreams are not inspired by others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Everyone's trying to chase dreams. But have they ever stopped and  realized what exactly their dreams are.. Most of the people are working  hard to earn more, live a high status life, earn a reputation in  the society but that is what "Most " of the people do.So where's the  difference. Individual dreams are still in their locker  rooms and sadly "Most" of them have lost the key to it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; "LIFE" is a four lettered question with an four lettered answer "LIVE". &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;RELATION is a one way bridge. Everyone expects the "FLOW" to be towards them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Its sometimes better to keep some people as strangers rather than ending up on the wrong side by considering them as friends.But then whom to choose???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I chose to remain silent, at least I made a choice...and for what?? Don't ask me.I can't answer that coz I am Silent ;-)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;That each life has a share of happiness and sorrows to share&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;And for that in each life you come across some one called a Friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;A simple way to show my gratitude to some great pals who came&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;across my life and made it worth living...For all my dear friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;As You Came Into My Life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;As we tread along,Into our life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;A little rain will fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;But if we have a friend, we can bear it all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;For a friend is an umbrella,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;To be held above our head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;And help us think about,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Those bright sunny days instead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;As we tread along, into our life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;A little wind will blow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;But If we have a friend, we can always let it go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;For a friend is an parachute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;To guide and glide along with us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;And help us dream about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Those light lit runway of life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;As we tread along, into our life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Like leaves things will fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;But if we have friend, we know we can call...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;For a friend is like a safety net,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;In which we will be caught...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;And help us to hope for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Those best moments which awaits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;And along the way Into my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;You came as my friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;For I know I have a friend to share,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Experiences old or new...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;For a friend is no less than god,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;A person who is loving and caring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Who sees my best qualities and imperfections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;And knows, I am their friend too.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Friendship Day Dear...&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks for making everyday of my life a Friendship Day....&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/2690526660314285368-3526204465205821664?l=zreecusblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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FIFA was really so absorbing and wonderful that it overthrew all my  schedules and timings... In one way this last month was the best I had in a while....WOW with some numerous exclamation marks would suffice the feeling I  was going through.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was exciting, entertaining and actually don't have words in my  vocabulary to express how good it was. As if 3 days hangover after the final is not enough I am still updating  myself with fifa site daily.. Just wondering did they have any plans to conduct another world cup  before 2014.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am missing those excitements and especially those matches in which  Spain played.  They always won the match with a score line of 1-0 so couldn't miss that  one moment of magic..  So always I was on the edge of my bed.. When Puyol scored that header  against Germany, I almost fell down... What a touch that was..&lt;br /&gt;
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The country that lost the very first game became the one which lifted  the World Cup..What a turnout of events it has been. A country which routed England and  Argentina with  almost 4 goals margin in each game ended up losing by just one goal.But by far the best match of this world cup was between Germany and  Spain. &lt;br /&gt;
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And about the final it was more of a kick boxing or Kung Fu fight. But I  admire Spain for keeping their cool  and carrying on with the game with the absolute sportsman ever spirit  even when Xabi Alonso was kicked in the chest and no wonder their patience finally paid off in 116  th minute of the game by a brilliant goal from Andreas Iniesta. &lt;br /&gt;
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I can't believe it's over.. the football fever that has gripped most of  us. Actually I didn't wanted too..So when I find cricket taking the sports  page's main columns,I am getting myself in to the reality that 2010 FIFA WC is over. Now its time for less exciting but still absorbing game of Cricket to  take the centre stage of our daily sports feed.&lt;br /&gt;
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But still, I miss those those 7.30 PM and 12.00 AM appointments with one of the most important events in the world sports...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690526660314285368-3085109317524705497?l=zreecusblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Suddenly something popped up in my mind... It wasn't too long that I had some company with me..My rear seat already had a net which is used to hold things... And after a long time it was holding something very chilled.2 Ice cold Beer bottles.It was quite soothing and tempting just to see the chilled&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_and_British_English_spelling_differences#-our.2C_-or" target="_blank"&gt;vapor&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;covering the containers.Was in a different world when I spotted Red @ the traffic light. And when coming to sense it was enough to stop myself from crossing the Zebra cross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That 2 minutes seemed long enough.I was just biting my time when another bike came around me and stopped just in front of me. A guy with a gal. Thats where the funny parts starts. The guy glanced at my rear seat and then smiled at me with a sense of missing feeling that was all over his face. That smile was short lived by a sudden response from his back. U need that or me. Should have seen the face he made. Poor guy.. Just before the red light was about to turn green I just whispered A beer is better than woman coz hang overs are only temporary(No offences gals... Beer doesn't demand u 2 change)..and I bet the same thought crossed his mind too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;When there wasn't any scope or chances...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;For whatever they  do or have done to hurt me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I wonder why I don't have any  complaints...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Life isn't always about getting what  you desire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;And that I came to know and understand long back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Even  though it was painstaking and heart&amp;nbsp;piercing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;But I made it as  simple as popping things from a stack...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;For all  that we all have been through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;And for all that we all have talked about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;I came to know  it may not seem to be enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;When it came to letting those  feelings inside out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;May be I always was just a second  fiddle, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;But for me it wasn't just a choice from a set of &amp;nbsp;options...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Just  like an unsolved puzzle or a riddle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;For me these relations are still mysterious ones... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;I don't know whether or  where I went wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;May be I wasn't the only one to prefer... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;May be I wasn't there  where I belong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;This is all luck, whether I was made to falter???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;And  now the answer for what I asked myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don have any regrets for what I have been...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz, I was  always true to my heart n my own self,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have seen what  there was to be seen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;But whatever it is, I  am happy to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;The one what others expect me to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;The one I always was  and always will be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Just a milestone they came across in  life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690526660314285368-8521786704685456148?l=zreecusblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The highway wasn't that lost before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the road wasn't that unknown before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But each time I ride, it scans a different angle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And brings forth a new version of life to unravel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Earlier it was the destination that prevailed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it was the time that was being consumed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now the time and destination doesn't really matters,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And its the path that lies ahead chatters...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The journey ahead doesn't have a stop sign,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And its unlikely that the path will dry up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From one milestone to another, the web spreads,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To a place called horizon where sky and earth meet up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems as if my journey is filled up with silent rivers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And those twists and bends like life's mysteries...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calling up the harmless Road Devil inside me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who is not bound by the laws of mass X acceleration...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690526660314285368-8058671088338328492?l=zreecusblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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They were happy to be at the driving seat of the class when the session of doubt clearance started. They had thousands of doubts and I wondered as it wud be just the subset of the doubts they would be facing when they start teaching how to use CAD to children.But it was quite knowledgeable as we cud look forward to the area of improvements and modifications to suit the students need.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the students turned teachers shared their experiences we couldn't get ourselves out of the nostalgia about how we used to be back in school days. They were worried in certain cases and happy for certain ones related to the new generations studying techniques. They were concerned about the competition for scoring higher marks as they know the maximum a student wud get wud be 100, but is that enough. Is it really what a child need, just a near to three figure mark in every subject. How much do they keep the lessons learned. For example: A teacher teaching 12 th standard said, the students are taught all the laws of physics, abt momentum and it's causes. With higher velocity the momentum increases and it takes more time n more distance to stop a vehicle. Do kids learn this lesson(Why only kids , do the grown ups??). I think the answer is plain no, coz then there wud be no rash driving accidents. So its just not enough to put things in the paper but also students need to mark up in their minds too. &lt;br /&gt;
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Like this a lot of real life examples were given. But then why are they the only people concerned about these. Doesn't the parents have greater role to play. All they ever do is to encourage to score more marks n unknowingly the same kids would end up with lesser marks when it comes to the attitude towards real life.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was quite an revealing experience for me to get along with the teachers who continues to teach us in one way or the another all along their life. God bless them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690526660314285368-3803995687534870956?l=zreecusblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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At least it helped in saving some amount of electricity. At 8.30 pm on Saturday I could see lights turning of and more or it was quite successful in our neighborhood and the fact that  it's not that hot helped a lot. People were quite happy to come out and get some air in the parks.&lt;br /&gt;
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I took off on my bike just to see how it is to see the city in Darkness. To my surprise there was no Darkness at all. Thanks to big companies and shops, they were just happy to get along their daily business. This I thought would be ignorance of the fact that it's an earth hour. What surprised me the most or rather shocked me was the "Hoardings". Then I thought with money you can get away with anything. What I can't understand is that what specific use this hoardings has to society which can gobble up so much electricity.&lt;br /&gt;
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A minimum of 6-7 neon bulbs for 12 hrs a day do eats away into the common man's power supply. But then, the so called common man dont have that much money I suppose. Why the government is so careless, why they cant categorize the use of electricity. Why they allow these useless advertisements to run away with power. May be the government itself is dependents on this MNC's for their cash crunched treasury. Still they do pass over the burden to the working class by hiking taxes, increasing price of basic commodities. More than anything why do people has to bear all these. Why can't they protest?(no body has time). Have they forgot that they do have rights or they dont want to remember that at all. No use I suppose, u read this, think for sometime and then leave it. All that we have to do is to adjust our budget, why bother getting into some complications by protesting. Carry on the world is as good as it seems but remember it will change and these bloody politicians will make sure that it changes. Enough of bothering, now get back to your work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690526660314285368-9037071328161308351?l=zreecusblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eyes glued to the bars of the window pane,&lt;br /&gt;
I amassed the strength to switch the pen back on.&lt;br /&gt;
As if I got something to scribble but then again..&lt;br /&gt;
I ran out of words to title the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;
Dunno how many times I repeated the act,&lt;br /&gt;
Switching on and off out of sheer frustration.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The blank paper on my letter pad,&lt;br /&gt;
Still untouched and still so blank with whiteness.&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing comes to my head,&lt;br /&gt;
As I tried to think of things to write.&lt;br /&gt;
Right through the dark night,&lt;br /&gt;
I Juggled with phrases 'can I' or 'can't I'??&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Would this be the beginning of the end?&lt;br /&gt;
Even if it is, what would it end? I dunno!!!&lt;br /&gt;
I've come to a point where my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;
No longer just jump off my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;
and get themselves inscribed on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stared down again,&lt;br /&gt;
And pushed my hand again,&lt;br /&gt;
Still, nothing but dead silence.&lt;br /&gt;
I placed the pen down on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;
Didn't even bothered to shut the pen off .&lt;br /&gt;
I'll let it dry and leave the paper blank.&lt;br /&gt;
I think it's better that way.. &lt;br /&gt;
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Collecting some thoughts which we already have read or heard som1 saying  but cease to remember in dis busy life....It wasn't so tough to gather it(Some from thoughts, some from experience, some from my dear frnds, last but not least by googling.... ) but it was certainly a bit difficult to arrange it but wasn't impossible... I wanted to end dis new year on a satisfaction that I have done something that's quite thoughtful rather than just forwarding some wish mail.... hope dis lengthy collection is worth it's length... And I really hope this to be an unique wish u receive this year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textArticleDetail"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;* Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Memorize your favorite poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; * Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * When you say, "I love you", mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;* When you say, "I'm sorry", look the person in the eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Believe in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; * Never laugh at anyone's dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;* In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Talk slow, but think quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; * Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Call your Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;* Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * When you lose, don't lose the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;* Remember the three R's:  Respect for self; Respect for others;    Responsibility for all your actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;* When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;* Spend some time alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;* Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Read more books and watch less TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;* Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back,    you'll get to enjoy it a second time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Trust in God but lock your car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textArticleDetail"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Superb One!!!! Isn't it???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textArticleDetail"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; * A loving atmosphere in your home is so important. Do all you can to   create a  tranquil harmonious home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * In disagreements with loved ones, deal with the current situation.  Don't    bring up the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;* Read between the lines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textArticleDetail"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(Hope u got something between these lines..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textArticleDetail"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; * Be gentle with the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Once a year, go someplace you've never been before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;* If you make a lot of money, put it to use helping others while you are    living. That is wealth's greatest satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes the blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; * Remember that the best relationship is one where your love for each other    is greater than your need for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; * Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  --- And most importantly -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; * Pray. There's immeasurable power in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope these lines are worth their words......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="textArticleDetail"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy New year..................&lt;br /&gt;God Bless U n Fulfill All Ur Dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With loads of luv&lt;br /&gt;Sreekumar, Zreecu or Sreeku..&lt;br /&gt;Or whatever you wish to call me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690526660314285368-5564229098050445550?l=zreecusblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Just think every person is unique and that makes definition of happiness different for each n every person. Thinking that the other person isn't enjoying his life by traversing a way other than yours isn't really true always...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id=":17g"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id=":17g"&gt; Think for a moment, there might be a chance that there's a guy working along with you, same in all respects(i.e position, financial assets n so on).. but you may think that he is either more happier or less happier than you. But its your thinking point of view, not his. He might think the same way for you too.So the basic underlying fact is that when it comes to happiness each person have his own quotient that is totally different from every other person. And the thing that we try to measure happiness makes it all far too complex. &lt;/span&gt;Each person have his own scale and when they try to measure things with some scale other than theirs then it's quite obvious that the scale tend to give wrong readings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id=":17g"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always tend to term the time either as happy or bad. Why so? We can't know what happiness is, if we haven't have any idea how sad times react.&lt;span id=":17g"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The bad thing about happy times is that it will end someday and the good thing about bad times is that it will also end someday.&lt;/span&gt; So it's a cycle.. Nobody has remained happy forever and same goes for being unhappy...It's just the way life treats. You might have an example of somebody being happy always or the other way round.. That all depends on how the person presents himself in front of everyone.. He might have 1000 issues that's concerning him in deep but he presents a smiling face to the world.. Then there's a person who have lost all hope and don't know how to present himself will be kinna gloomy always. So whom do you prefer for a company? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id=":17g"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id=":17g"&gt; The thing that matters is what you think about How happy you actually are? And whether you wanna make others happy? As it is said the only thing that always grow is the smile.... Just wear a smile even though that smile may be hollow but at least it may bring a smile to some other face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690526660314285368-7768665731780705033?l=zreecusblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And eyes moved to tears...&lt;br /&gt;
With so many vivid memories,&lt;br /&gt;
Spanning across all those wonderful years...&lt;br /&gt;
The very words of compassion,&lt;br /&gt;
And the soulful actions so kind...&lt;br /&gt;
The world seems so worth living and blessed,&lt;br /&gt;
When the memories of old friends comes to my mind..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Never got enough time to count my blessings,&lt;br /&gt;
And got all the time to shuffle my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;
Landed in a place where stars always shined,&lt;br /&gt;
Soothing lights calms the soul deep within...&lt;br /&gt;
When the memories of old friends comes to my mind...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I count my friends among all the guides on my path,&lt;br /&gt;
Who loved me and blessed me with so much faith...&lt;br /&gt;
Taught me how to laugh and how to live n dream,&lt;br /&gt;
Now in the last when I reach my heaven...&lt;br /&gt;
I know, I will find that I had a better heaven than this,&lt;br /&gt;
Built with togetherness by dear old friends of mine...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Had a wonderful time @ Sandeep's  Bachelor Party..Guys it was so special to see u all around and we had a really good time together.. Never felt we have grown up,we were just like what we were @ college....Thanks guys for making this adventure so wonderful and unforgettable.. love u guys..&lt;br /&gt;
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Better be late than never... This quote do come on many road side signboards...I took it in a good way i.e, I was a bit late in getting myself the "Red Beast", but it's really better than never...And as for the real meaning of the signboard , the caption with ma bike is "It's Now or Never"...So all that's happening is now and no need to push things into future....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys do you remember Deepak Joe's bike..Suzuki Shogun..I think the first bike in India to have a 5 speed gear box...I loved it from the moment I got it for the first time.. and specially the day when its front wheel was up in the air...Not so sure what made me so attached to that bike...May be it gave me thousands of reasons to ride it...Never felt out of power and during those days doing 80 km/h was an achievement in itself... and I was so glad I cud do that on the sharp curvy terrains of Wayanad on that bike... Hey Deepak, U still have that now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question came up.Which one?.. I remember back in our college days every brand had one model a piece at a time and to choose among them was far easier from what it has become right now. Countless models from different vendors are available nowadays and to pick one among them was the most tricky thing to overcome.My choice was made far too simple by the brand name and the feeling the same brand gave me years ago.. So no prize for guessing TVS was my choice. Suzuki and TVS had made some great bikes or shud it be greatest bikes in the past and now when Suzuki is not associated with TVS my mind did some pondering. I had a chance to take RTR Fi 160 of my cousin and I had tried lot of other bikes as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't that hard for me to pick the RTR Carb Refresh 160 model...True to its name RTR(Racing Throttle Response) it gave me the same old feeling of Shogun where all the power you need was at your palm...with a single difference 80 km/h was overshadowed by 100-105 km/h(by the way 126 km/h is its maximum, just cruised @ that speed only once  and its too difficult to reach that speed in traffic lights filled Delhi roads). But I am more than happy with 100 km/h. Never got late for anything and never felt out of time.So life in the fast lane is quite adventurous.But I prefer to stay around the 60 km/h mark... Neither too slow  nor too fast and it gives enough time for people around me to turn their head and notice my red controllable Beast...And the admiring stares and looks I(Sorry ma machine) receives @ red lights is so amazing..."Just need to be on it to feel it"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33Hbk_YrAjA/SpQeCFZxpTI/AAAAAAAABAU/R7lnaA3KAA0/s1600-h/mybeast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33Hbk_YrAjA/SpQeCFZxpTI/AAAAAAAABAU/R7lnaA3KAA0/s400/mybeast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373953276518704434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" The rain drenched Red Devil "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you would have got the reason with which I would justify myself for being so attached to my bike. AS far as I know I don't need a reason to be on my own Beast... As mentioned in one of my previous post ,&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;If you say I am "Addicted" to ma machine then that word is definitely wrong, the right word is "Possessed..............."&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2690526660314285368-7160837252405854049?l=zreecusblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is one of the largest war memorials in India. Hope you got it...Its our own India Gate(IG).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; I cant say exactly what makes me so fond of this place, anytime of the day or night, I wud be more than happy to go there.. Specially late nights.. When it glitters like Gold.. A special feeling creeps up inside and I suddenly feel proud to be an Indian.It doesn't means that I am not proud of being an Indian, but there are definitely many reasons which make me say that I am not that proud to be an Indian. For instance, Poverty, Corruption..(ya I remember the dialog from movie Rang De Basanti:No Nation is perfect, the citizens has to make it perfect..Ha ha ha.. even if our leaders get a perfect state they will make it imperfect in a matter of moments , hence we can surely leave aside "making it a perfect" responsibility), the list will never end. But I am really proud to be a part of the world most culturally diversified society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Aren't we diverting from our topic. India Gate have always made me wonder, made me feel more like an Indian, made me leave aside all the negative things that looms around the country, reminds me of the love and sacrifice of countless soldiers who laid down their life in a fight to protect our freedom, who laid down their life in the process of making the country a perfect one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; I was kinna glad that this Independence Day, my mailbox wasn't filled with a single mail regarding Independence. It did made me think that may be people have understood the fact that it not just about sending some forwarded mails or may be they didn't get time at all to forward anything.Whatever may be the reason I didn't need a reminder for celebrating our Independence. I celebrated it a special way.. a special way to myself..I went to IG and stood there for dunno how much time.. just staring at the monument and the people around it admiring its value and its timeless beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;There are things that you feel that can't be described&lt;/span&gt;" , and I think of this phrase each and every time I visit IG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690526660314285368-6672767802832543040?l=zreecusblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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