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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2012 01:56:45 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Moral Stories</category><category>Mysore Train Timings</category><category>Thoughts and Quotes</category><category>Messages and Jokes</category><category>Other Informations</category><category>Interesting Informations</category><category>Places</category><category>Interesting Stories</category><category>Know About</category><category>Photos</category><category>Sports</category><category>Tips and Tricks</category><category>News</category><title>GURURAJ.N.</title><description>A Blog to Share Information.</description><link>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>396</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ngururaj" /><feedburner:info uri="ngururaj" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><xhtml:meta xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" name="robots" content="noindex" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>ngururaj</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-2768982887934285177</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2012 01:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-15T07:26:45.077+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Moral Stories</category><title>Life is Not so Short</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Poor Boy loved a Rich Girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
One day the Poor Boy proposed her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then the Girl said, "listen! your monthly salary is my daily hand expenses. Should I be involved with you? How could you thought that? I will never love you. So, forget me 'n get engaged with someone else of your level."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But somehow the Poor Boy could not forget her so easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
10 years later... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One day they became face to face in a shopping center. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The lady said, "Hey! you! How are you? Now I'm married. Do you know how much is my husband's salary? &lt;br /&gt;
Rs. 2 lakhs per month! Can you imagine? 'n he is also very smart."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guy's eyes got wet with tear by hearing those words.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After few minutes her husband came before the lady could say something to the guy, her husband started to say by seeing the guy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Sir! You here? Meet my wife." Then he said to her wife, "I'm going to assist a project of sir, which is of Rs. 200 crore. 'n do u know a fact? Sir loved a girl but he didn't get her. That's why still he is unmarried. How much lucky the girl was. Isn't it? Now a days who can love like that way?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Moral: &lt;br /&gt;
Life is Not so Short. So, don't be so proud of yourself and damn others.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Situations change with time. &lt;/b&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/3961283509845606521-2768982887934285177?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/UDLBEFtQVuI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/UDLBEFtQVuI/life-is-not-so-short.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2012/02/life-is-not-so-short.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-4078853930436717141</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2012 01:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-14T07:16:43.927+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Messages and Jokes</category><title>Indian Business Man</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An Indian Business Man walks into a bank in New York City and asks for the Loan Officer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He tells the Loan Officer that he is going to India on business for two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Bank Officer tells him that the bank will need some form of security for the loan, so the Indian Business Man hands over the keys and documents of new Ferrari parked on the street in front of the bank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-on3Dl5OyP4Y/Tzm8IKOmD8I/AAAAAAAAAis/IWQTIdfjlGo/s1600/Ferrari+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-on3Dl5OyP4Y/Tzm8IKOmD8I/AAAAAAAAAis/IWQTIdfjlGo/s400/Ferrari+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He produces the title and everything checks out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Loan Officer agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The bank's president and its officers all enjoy a good laugh at the Indian Business Man for using a $250,000 Ferrari as collateral against a $5,000 loan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
An employee of the bank then drives the Ferrari into the bank's underground garage and parks it there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two weeks later, the Indian Business Man returns, repays the $5,000 and the interest, which comes to $15.38.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Loan Officer says, 'Sir, we are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a multi-millionaire. What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow '$5,000' ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Indian Business Man replies: 'Where else in New York City can I park my car for two weeks for only $15.38 and expect it to be there when I return'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahaha...&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/3961283509845606521-4078853930436717141?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/1YEF5K3lbe8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/1YEF5K3lbe8/indian-business-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-on3Dl5OyP4Y/Tzm8IKOmD8I/AAAAAAAAAis/IWQTIdfjlGo/s72-c/Ferrari+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2012/02/indian-business-man.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-4285993669886147752</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 02:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-13T07:52:54.567+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tips and Tricks</category><title>Search For Hidden Or System Files In Windows XP</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This post describes how to search for hidden or system files in Windows XP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Search for Hidden or System Files By default, the Search companion does not search for hidden or system files. Because of this, you may be unable to find files, even though they exist on the drive.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To search for Hidden or System files in Windows XP:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Click Start, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Click Search, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Click All files and folders, and then &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Click More advanced options.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Click to select the Search System Folders and Search Hidden files and folders check boxes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Note:&lt;/u&gt; You do not need to configure your computer to show hidden files in the Folder Options dialog box in Windows Explorer to find files with either the hidden or system attributes, but you need to configure your computer not to hide protected operating system files to find files with both the hidden and system attributes. Search Companion shares the Hide protected operating system files option (which hides files with both the system and hidden attributes) with the Folder Options dialog box Windows Explorer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961283509845606521-4285993669886147752?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/jPa7w5i_Ue4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/jPa7w5i_Ue4/search-for-hidden-or-system-files-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2012/02/search-for-hidden-or-system-files-in.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-7370281491233985102</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 01:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-07T06:58:59.169+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Messages and Jokes</category><title>Test In Heaven</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ram,Shyam and Santa died. When they went up to the clouds,Ram and Shyam were asked to go to Heaven and Santa to hell.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Santa also wanted to go to Heaven and after a lot of pleading,he somehow managed to ask the Judge to have a test in the subjects English, Maths and History.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the English Test, &lt;br /&gt;
Ram was asked to spell "Cat",&lt;br /&gt;
Shyam to spell "Rat" and &lt;br /&gt;
Santa was asked "Thiruvanthapuram". Santa fainted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next day,in Math Test, &lt;br /&gt;
Ram was asked to the table of 2, &lt;br /&gt;
Shyam, table of 5 and &lt;br /&gt;
Santa was asked table of 59. Santa fainted again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In History Test, &lt;br /&gt;
Ram was asked "How many World War has taken place?" &lt;br /&gt;
He answered "2". &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shyam was asked, "How many people died in second world war?" &lt;br /&gt;
He answered "about one million".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Santa was asked to name the people who died in second world war. &lt;br /&gt;
Santa died again?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961283509845606521-7370281491233985102?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/GavzWYnMvI4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/GavzWYnMvI4/test-in-heaven.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2012/02/test-in-heaven.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-2883155969940835449</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 01:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-07T06:57:58.468+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Know About</category><title>Do You Know about Letters 'A','B','C','D'</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Letters 'A', 'B', 'C' and 'D' do not appear anywhere in the spellings of 1 to 99.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;(Letter 'D' comes for the first time in Hundred).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Letters 'A', 'B' and 'C' do not appear anywhere in the spellings of 1 to 999.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;(Letter 'A' comes for the first time in Thousand).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Letters 'B' and 'C' do not appear anywhere in the spellings of 1 to 999,999,999.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;(Letter 'B' comes for the first time in Billion).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Letter 'C' does not appear anywhere in in the spellings of entire English Counting.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3961283509845606521-2883155969940835449?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/0IWytEB0z94" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/0IWytEB0z94/do-you-know-about-letters-abcd.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2012/02/do-you-know-about-letters-abcd.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-1147405836476598808</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 01:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-06T06:46:05.722+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts and Quotes</category><title>Be the Best of Whatever You Are</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you can't be a pine on the top of a hill,&lt;br /&gt;
Be a scrub in the valley, but be the best little scrub on the side of the hill&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Be a bush if you can't be a tree, If you can't be a bush be a bit of the grass&lt;br /&gt;
And some highway happier make.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you can't be a muskie, then just be a bass,&lt;br /&gt;
But the liveliest bass in the lake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We can't all be captains, we've got to be crew,&lt;br /&gt;
There's something for all of us here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There's big work to do and there's lesser work, too,&lt;br /&gt;
And the thing we must do is the near&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you can't be a highway, then just be a trail.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you can't be the sun, be a star.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It isn't by size that you win or you fail.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Be the Best of Whatever You Are.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
~ Douglas Maloch&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/3961283509845606521-1147405836476598808?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/j-aGSVOeQKU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/j-aGSVOeQKU/be-best-of-whatever-you-are.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2012/02/be-best-of-whatever-you-are.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-2412283940039671445</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 01:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-06T06:44:13.109+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts and Quotes</category><title>Fight Better</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People&amp;nbsp; who Never Fail are People who Learn the Least. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don`t be afraid to Fail. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Grab the Lesson, Fight Better.&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/3961283509845606521-2412283940039671445?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/BXHbRlwdc8k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/BXHbRlwdc8k/fight-better.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2012/02/fight-better.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-3144346712858341908</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2012 00:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-29T06:25:55.164+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tips and Tricks</category><title>Play Movie In Paint Application</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes really, You can play Movie in Paint Application.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9UDOhp8nUU/TySYe9kf28I/AAAAAAAAAik/jZmsG7m5tyQ/s1600/Paint+Application.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9UDOhp8nUU/TySYe9kf28I/AAAAAAAAAik/jZmsG7m5tyQ/s320/Paint+Application.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Follow the Tricks given below to play Movie in Paint Application:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Step-I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; - First play the Movie You want.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Step-II&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; - Then hit the Print Screen button on the Keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Step-III&lt;/i&gt; -&amp;nbsp; When the media file is playing, open Paint application and paste by Pressing Ctrl+V (paste key)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Step-IV&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; - The Movie starts on the Paint application!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DON'T Close the Media File. If You do, then IT will Stop Playing.&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/3961283509845606521-3144346712858341908?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/bZiec9Rjhv0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/bZiec9Rjhv0/play-movie-in-paint-application.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9UDOhp8nUU/TySYe9kf28I/AAAAAAAAAik/jZmsG7m5tyQ/s72-c/Paint+Application.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2012/01/play-movie-in-paint-application.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-660547519917986061</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2012 00:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-29T06:18:58.246+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Interesting Informations</category><title>Eleven More Facts</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* The Color Blue can have a calming affect on people.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* Onions help reduce cholesterol if eaten after a fatty meal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* At 40 Centigrade a person loses about 14.4 calories per hour by Breathing.&lt;br /&gt;
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* There is a hotel in Sweden built entirely out of ice; it is rebuilt Every year.&lt;br /&gt;
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* Depending upon the shade, the brain may send up to 11 tranquilizing Chemicals to calm the body&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* The sound you hear when you crack your knuckles is actually the sound of nitrogen gas bubbles bursting.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* Names of the three wise monkeys are: Mizaru (See no evil), Mikazaru(Hear no evil), and Mazaru (Speak no evil).&lt;br /&gt;
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* Contrary to popular belief, a swallowed chewing gum doesn't stay in the gut. It will pass through the system and be excreted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* Leonardo DA Vinci could write with the one hand and draw with the other simultaneously. Now we know why his pictures were exquisite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
* Cats, camels and giraffes are the only animals in the world that walk Rightfoot, right foot, left foot, left foot, rather than right foot, left Foot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* In most watch advertisements the time displayed on the watch is 10:10 because then the arms frame the brand of the watch And make it look like it's smiling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961283509845606521-660547519917986061?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/Jo-8yvUNwWc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/Jo-8yvUNwWc/eleven-more-facts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2012/01/eleven-more-facts.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-640844981224712660</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 00:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-28T06:12:56.453+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts and Quotes</category><title>Importance</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Importance Should be given &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Appropriately because &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
if given more it will not be valued and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
if given less it will never be considered. &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/3961283509845606521-640844981224712660?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/ogjKAZ-hOTk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/ogjKAZ-hOTk/importance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2012/01/importance.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-3372186795577458617</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 01:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-22T06:58:25.388+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Moral Stories</category><title>An Eagle- A Moral Story</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a large mountainside, where an eagle's nest rested. The eagle's nest contained four large eagle eggs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One day, an earthquake rocked the mountain causing one of the eggs to roll down the mountain, to a chicken farm, located in the valley below. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chickens knew that they must protect and care for the eagle's egg, so an old hen volunteered to nurture and raise the large egg.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One day, the egg hatched and a beautiful eagle was born. Sadly, however, the eagle was raised to be a chicken. Soon, the eagle believed he was nothing more than a chicken. The eagle loved his home and family, but his spirit cried out for more.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While playing a game on the farm one day, the eagle looked to the skies above and noticed a group of mighty eagles soaring in the skies. "Oh," the eagle cried, "I wish I could soar like those birds." The chickens roared with laughter, "You cannot soar with those birds. You are a chicken and chickens do not soar."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The eagle continued staring, at his real family up above, dreaming that he could be with them. Each time the eagle would let his dreams be known, he was told it couldn't be done. That is what the eagle learned to believe. The eagle, after time,stopped dreaming and continued to live his life like a chicken. Finally, after a long life as a chicken, the eagle passed away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Moral: You become what you believe you are; so if you ever dream to become an eagle follow your dreams, not the words of a chicken. &lt;/b&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/3961283509845606521-3372186795577458617?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/xru_AvtBJC4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/xru_AvtBJC4/eagle-moral-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2012/01/eagle-moral-story.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-4094987387457678329</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2012 01:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-16T06:32:42.979+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts and Quotes</category><title>Treat Everyone with Politeness</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Treat Everyone with Politeness&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even those who are rude to You,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not because they are not nice&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But, because You are Nice.&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/3961283509845606521-4094987387457678329?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/l77xkBqftn4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/l77xkBqftn4/treat-everyone-with-politeness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2012/01/treat-everyone-with-politeness.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-2510946165148858432</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 01:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-15T06:48:49.631+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Moral Stories</category><title>Illuminated by Blindness</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He was always there for her. She told her boyfriend, "If I could only see the world, I will marry you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages came off, she was able to see everything, including her boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He asked her, "Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_yxkddmtDLg/TxIo-rSPXoI/AAAAAAAAAic/m6op_r8Yff8/s1600/Blind+Man.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_yxkddmtDLg/TxIo-rSPXoI/AAAAAAAAAic/m6op_r8Yff8/s320/Blind+Man.gif" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected that. The thought of looking at them the rest of her life led her to refuse to marry him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her boyfriend left in tears and days later had a note sent to her saying, "Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before they were yours, they were mine."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is often how our human nature works when our status changes. Only a very few remember what life was like before, and who was always by their side in the most&amp;nbsp;painful situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral of the Story:&lt;br /&gt;
Life is a gift. Today, before you say an unkind word, think of someone who can't speak. Before you complain about the taste of your food, think of someone who has nothing to eat. Before you complain about your husband or wife, think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion. Today, before you complain about life, think of those who may have died before their time.&lt;/b&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/3961283509845606521-2510946165148858432?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/owF9N_vRVZ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/owF9N_vRVZ4/illuminated-by-blindness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_yxkddmtDLg/TxIo-rSPXoI/AAAAAAAAAic/m6op_r8Yff8/s72-c/Blind+Man.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2012/01/illuminated-by-blindness.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-2770011484134498125</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 01:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-15T06:41:45.051+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Messages and Jokes</category><title>Woman's Ears</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Man lost both Ears in an accident. No plastic surgeon could offer him a solution.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He heard of a very good one in Sweden, and went to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The new surgeon examined him, thought a while, and said, 'yes, I can put you right.'&lt;br /&gt;
After the operation, bandages off, stitches out, he goes to his hotel.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Morning after, in a rage, he calls his surgeon, and yells,&lt;br /&gt;
'You swine, You gave me a Woman's Ears.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Well, an ear is an ear. It makes no difference whether it is a man's or a woman's.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'You're Wrong! I hear everything, but I don't Understand a thing!'&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/3961283509845606521-2770011484134498125?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/B9n04k0M_Hs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/B9n04k0M_Hs/womans-ears.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2012/01/womans-ears.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-5737379132790302594</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 01:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-14T06:55:37.657+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts and Quotes</category><title>Time Never Waits</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A8ieFUQfa8/TxDY_ehxrjI/AAAAAAAAAiU/yXWXx-flZ4g/s1600/Time+never+Waits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A8ieFUQfa8/TxDY_ehxrjI/AAAAAAAAAiU/yXWXx-flZ4g/s320/Time+never+Waits.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are many fine things which you mean to do some day, under what you think will be more favorable Circumstances. But the only time that is yours is the present. - Grenville Kleiser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now is the only time there is. Make your now wow, your minutes miracles, and your days pay. Your life will have been magnificently lived and invested, and when you die you will have made a difference. - Mark Victor Hansen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time is a fixed income and, as with any income, the real problem facing most of us is how to live successfully within our daily allotment. - Margaret B. Johnstone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coinyou have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you. - Carl Sandburg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do not wait; the time will never be ''Just Right.'' Start where you stand, and work with whatever tools you may have at your command, and better tools will be found as you go along. - Napoleon Hill.&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/3961283509845606521-5737379132790302594?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/h5fNQfvx6CE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/h5fNQfvx6CE/time-never-waits.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A8ieFUQfa8/TxDY_ehxrjI/AAAAAAAAAiU/yXWXx-flZ4g/s72-c/Time+never+Waits.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-never-waits.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-4063378599933165397</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 01:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-14T06:47:53.751+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Messages and Jokes</category><title>The Husband- Wife Conversations</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Husband: Today is Sunday and I have to enjoy it. So, I bought 3 Movie Tickets.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wife: Why Three?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Husband: For You and Your Parents.&lt;br /&gt;
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*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;
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Wife: What will you give me if I climb the great Mount Everest?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Husband: A Lovely Push!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;
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Wife: I wish I was a newspaper, So I'd be in your hands all day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Husband: I too wish that you were a newspaper, So I could have a new one everyday.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Husband: Do you know the meaning of WIFE?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It means, Without Information, Fighting Everytime!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wife: No darling, it means, With Idiot For Ever.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Wife: I had to marry you to find out how stupid you are.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Husband: You should have known it in the minute I asked you to marry me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Wife to Husband(After a quarrel) :You know, I was a fool when I Married You.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Husband: "Yes dear, but I was in love and didn't notice".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Q: What is the most effective way to remember your Wife's Birthday?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A: Just forget it once and You will never forget it again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor: Your husband needs rest and peace. Here are some Sleeping Pills. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wife: When must I give them to him?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor: They are for you.&lt;br /&gt;
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*********************************************************************************&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/3961283509845606521-4063378599933165397?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/L_Whuqvv4H8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/L_Whuqvv4H8/husband-wife-conversations.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2012/01/husband-wife-conversations.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-8847042812998722857</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2012 01:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-13T06:50:05.443+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">News</category><title>3rd Year Anniversary</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This month, &lt;a href="http://www.ngururaj.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.ngururaj.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; celebrates its "3rd Year Blog Anniversary".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pwfZhPGV2oo/Tw-E6kPTJ_I/AAAAAAAAAiM/atLg4a7WVWk/s1600/3rd+Anniversary.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pwfZhPGV2oo/Tw-E6kPTJ_I/AAAAAAAAAiM/atLg4a7WVWk/s320/3rd+Anniversary.gif" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been three years since I started blogging.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I could post better information's, Stories etc.as time goes by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to&lt;b&gt; THANK&lt;/b&gt; each and every reader, subscriber, follower who are supporting me over the past Three Years with Your Valuable Time. We need your continued support for the year ahead.&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/3961283509845606521-8847042812998722857?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/TlP2NqP85pw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/TlP2NqP85pw/3rd-year-anniversary.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pwfZhPGV2oo/Tw-E6kPTJ_I/AAAAAAAAAiM/atLg4a7WVWk/s72-c/3rd+Anniversary.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2012/01/3rd-year-anniversary.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-1914472255632289940</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2011 00:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-27T06:24:34.301+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Interesting Stories</category><title>What would You choose- Wealth, Success or Love?</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQYMFHANK1c/TvkXDcWAFkI/AAAAAAAAAiE/j7KqhaglOMw/s1600/Wealth%252C+Success+or+Love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQYMFHANK1c/TvkXDcWAFkI/AAAAAAAAAiE/j7KqhaglOMw/s400/Wealth%252C+Success+or+Love.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A Woman came out of her house and saw Three(3) Old Men with Long White Beards sitting in Her front yard. She did not recognize them. &lt;br /&gt;
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She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Is the man of the house home?", They asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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"No", She replied. "He's out."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Then We cannot come in", They replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the evening when Her Husband came home, She told Him what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Go tell Them I am home and invite Them in!"&lt;br /&gt;
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The Woman went out and invited the Men in"&lt;br /&gt;
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"We do not go into a House together," They replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Why is That?" She asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the Old Men explained: "His name is 'Wealth',he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, He is 'Success' and I am 'Love'." &lt;br /&gt;
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Then He added, "Now go in and discuss with Your Husband which one of Us You want in Your home."&lt;br /&gt;
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The Woman went in and told Her Husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. &lt;br /&gt;
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"How nice!!", He said. "Since that is the case, let us invite 'Wealth'. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"&lt;br /&gt;
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His Wife disagreed. "My Dear, why don't We invite 'Success'?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Their Daughter was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with Her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite 'Love'? Our Home will then be filled with love!"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Let us heed Our Daughter's advice," said the Husband to his Wife.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Go out and invite Love to be our guest."&lt;br /&gt;
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The Woman went out and asked the Three(3) Old Men, "Which one of You is 'Love'? Please come in and be Our guest."&lt;br /&gt;
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'Love' got up and started walking toward the house. The Other Two also got up and followed him. &lt;br /&gt;
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Surprised, the Woman asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are You coming in?"&lt;br /&gt;
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The Old Men replied together: "If You had invited 'Wealth' or 'Success', the Other Two of Us would've stayed out, but since You invited 'Love', wherever He goes, We go with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wherever there is 'Love', there is also 'Wealth' and 'Success'."&lt;/b&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/3961283509845606521-1914472255632289940?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/23tFecxT1w4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/23tFecxT1w4/what-would-you-choose-wealth-success-or.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQYMFHANK1c/TvkXDcWAFkI/AAAAAAAAAiE/j7KqhaglOMw/s72-c/Wealth%252C+Success+or+Love.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-would-you-choose-wealth-success-or.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-3820116694905090076</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 00:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-19T06:11:06.240+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photos</category><title>Salary not Growing- Meaningful Cartoon</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;(Click on the Image)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hb70L_u9u60/Tu6E6Cs-0fI/AAAAAAAAAh4/lJADlikd6Pk/s1600/Meaningful+Cartoon.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hb70L_u9u60/Tu6E6Cs-0fI/AAAAAAAAAh4/lJADlikd6Pk/s400/Meaningful+Cartoon.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You, Salary Why are You not Growing?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All Your Friends(Fuel, Bread, Meat) are now Grown up!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&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/3961283509845606521-3820116694905090076?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/mbsRI-_TDNQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/mbsRI-_TDNQ/salary-not-grown-meaningful-cartoon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hb70L_u9u60/Tu6E6Cs-0fI/AAAAAAAAAh4/lJADlikd6Pk/s72-c/Meaningful+Cartoon.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2011/12/salary-not-grown-meaningful-cartoon.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-5542186473013929517</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2011 00:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-14T06:24:49.029+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Interesting Stories</category><title>Life Is Simply A Reflection Of Our Actions</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qx3F3ujNOL4/Tufzc8ZHTQI/AAAAAAAAAhw/98-Jp1IfObU/s1600/Reflection+Of+Our+Actions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qx3F3ujNOL4/Tufzc8ZHTQI/AAAAAAAAAhw/98-Jp1IfObU/s320/Reflection+Of+Our+Actions.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"A Son and his Father were walking on the mountains. Suddenly, his Son falls, hurts Himself and screams: "AAAhhhhhh!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To His surprise, He hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain: "AAAhhhh! !!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Curious, He yells: "Who are you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He receives the answer: "Who are you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then, He screams to the mountain: "I admire you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The voice answers: "I admire you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Angered at the response, He screams: "Coward!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He receives the answer: "Coward!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He looks to His Father and asks: "What's going on?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Father Smiles and says: "My Son, Pay Attention."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again the man screams: "You are a Champion!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The voice answers: "You are a Champion!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Boy is surprised, but does not understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then the Father explains: &lt;i&gt;"People call this as ECHO, but really this is LIFE. It gives you back everything you say or do. Our life is simply a reflection of our actions. If you want more love in the world, create more love in your heart. If you want more competence in your team, improve your competence. This relationship applies to everything, in all aspects of life; Life will give you back everything you have given to it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Your Life is Not a Coincidence. It's a Reflection of You".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961283509845606521-5542186473013929517?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/PcQUV40rFK0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/PcQUV40rFK0/life-is-simply-reflection-of-our.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qx3F3ujNOL4/Tufzc8ZHTQI/AAAAAAAAAhw/98-Jp1IfObU/s72-c/Reflection+Of+Our+Actions.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-is-simply-reflection-of-our.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-7342188377016086518</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2011 00:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-13T06:14:20.537+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Interesting Stories</category><title>The Shipwreck</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The only Survivor of a Shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.&lt;br /&gt;
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Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements and to store his few possessions. But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;
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The worst had happened; everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger. "God, how could you do this to me!" he cried. Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him. "How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is easy to get discouraged when things are going badly. But we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering. Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground--it just may be a smoke signal that summons The Grace of God.&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/3961283509845606521-7342188377016086518?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/Ikv4L-y0Lhg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/Ikv4L-y0Lhg/shipwreck.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2011/12/shipwreck.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-8648488509157709974</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2011 00:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-13T06:11:41.818+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tips and Tricks</category><title>How To Block Websites without using any Software</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, We want to restrict access to some particular website from our PC but, we don't know how to do it without using some software for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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The following are the steps to restrict access to some particular website from our PC without using any Software:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Step 1- Browse C:\WINDOWS\system32\drivers\etc&lt;br /&gt;
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Step 2-&amp;nbsp; Find the file named "HOSTS"&lt;br /&gt;
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Step 3- Open it in notepad&lt;br /&gt;
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Step 4- Under "127.0.0.1 localhost" Add 127.0.0.2 www.sitenameyouwantblocked.com, and that site will no longer be accessable.&lt;br /&gt;
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Step 5- Done.&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/3961283509845606521-8648488509157709974?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/-NRF_rhwkG4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/-NRF_rhwkG4/how-to-block-websites-without-using-any.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-to-block-websites-without-using-any.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-4340653935106271633</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2011 00:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-13T06:10:20.417+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Messages and Jokes</category><title>Perfect Example of Confidence</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Trainee in a big multinational company dialed CEO by mistake and said,&lt;br /&gt;
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Hey, send a Hot Coffee to Sales Dept in 2 min.&lt;br /&gt;
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CEO shouted: Do you know with whom You are talking?&lt;br /&gt;
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Trainee: No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
CEO: I am CEO of the Company.&lt;br /&gt;
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Trainee in the same tone: Do you know with whom you are talking?&lt;br /&gt;
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CEO: No.&lt;br /&gt;
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Trainee said: Thank God and&amp;nbsp; disconnected the Phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961283509845606521-4340653935106271633?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/84Xxl1uPTT4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/84Xxl1uPTT4/perfect-example-of-confidence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2011/12/perfect-example-of-confidence.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-7757887341315477801</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 01:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-11T06:32:09.186+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts and Quotes</category><title>William Feather's Quote</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some People are making such &lt;br /&gt;
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Thorough Preparation For&amp;nbsp; Rainy Days&lt;br /&gt;
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that They aren't Enjoying &lt;br /&gt;
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Today's Sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;
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~William Feather~&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/3961283509845606521-7757887341315477801?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/nwu1xoKZWYY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/nwu1xoKZWYY/william-feathers-quote.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2011/12/william-feathers-quote.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961283509845606521.post-8644561114811824656</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 00:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-11T06:28:30.428+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Messages and Jokes</category><title>Never Lie to a Woman</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Man called home to his Wife and said, " Honey, I have been asked to go fishing up in Canada with my boss and several of his friends. We'll be gone for a week. This is a good opportunity for me to get that promotion I've been wanting, so could you please pack enough clothes for a week and set out my rod and fishing box, we're leaving from the office and I will swing by the house to pick my things up".&lt;br /&gt;
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" Oh! Please pack my new blue silk pyjamas". &lt;br /&gt;
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The Wife thinks this sounds a bit fishy but being the good wife she is, did exactly what her husband asked. &lt;br /&gt;
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The following weekend, he came home a little tired but otherwise looking good.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Wife welcomed him home and asked if he caught any fish? &lt;br /&gt;
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He said, "Yes! Lots of salmon, some bluegill, and a few swordfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But why didn't you pack my new blue silk pyjamas like I asked you?" &lt;br /&gt;
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You'll Love the Answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Wife replied,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I did, They're in Your Fishing Box".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961283509845606521-8644561114811824656?l=ngururaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ngururaj/~4/ouzvI6-Prog" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ngururaj/~3/ouzvI6-Prog/never-lie-to-woman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (N.GURURAJ.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngururaj.blogspot.com/2011/12/never-lie-to-woman.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

