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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-5793154347095362310</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 Jul 2011 20:02:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>err human sandy sahiti sadhana kiran jay mansa rohini tears party birthday McDonalds</category><category>fall study plan sandilya</category><category>spring semester begins</category><category>me myself sandy problem rohini</category><category>career build children education responsibility society contribute</category><title>This is me and just me and all about me</title><description>&lt;b&gt;I ain't take any shit....so keep it for yourself&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</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/sandilya" /><feedburner:info uri="sandilya" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-2619728068774293673</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 22:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T15:01:41.744-08:00</atom:updated><title>classic</title><description>Right now I just have one thing in my mind. Many things have come and many things left. But thing remains for ever. This is exactly similar to music. many came and left but the essence is preserved. New songs came and new singers came. The old ones left but left their legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this might not make sense because I feel like I am in a trans rite now. I am listening to Harrison and Lennon so much these days that I am not able to differentiate about whats happening around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lLs2dC9NaE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lLs2dC9NaE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="false" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-2619728068774293673?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2009/11/classic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-9032260109165647325</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 18:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-09T11:52:11.069-07:00</atom:updated><title>DEAD lines</title><description>Finished with some deadlines for the time being...some many more to come. This reminds me of what Linkin Park once said in place for my head, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger&lt;br /&gt;Sick of you acting like I owe you this&lt;br /&gt;Find another place to feed your greed&lt;br /&gt;While I find a place to rest" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well life is like that. Tensions, greed and restlessness. Lets see what is in the package for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-9032260109165647325?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2009/04/dead-lines.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-2965419734871480299</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 00:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-22T17:23:04.429-07:00</atom:updated><title>Busy time</title><description>Time is ticking so fast and i have so many things to finish.&lt;br /&gt;Oh god! Please give me the strength to not watch movies in the meanwhile and study&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-2965419734871480299?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-5964908471207098160</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 06:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-01T23:04:30.998-08:00</atom:updated><title>The ring</title><description>The ring. Its simple and round but complex to understand. A ring is like a woman. You think you can hold the symmetry or forge the symmetry but at the end you end up at the same place where you began. Her heart is unexplainable and unfathomable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant explain it in words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-5964908471207098160?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2009/03/ring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-7965606049137155648</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 20:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-01T12:50:24.308-08:00</atom:updated><title>Keys</title><description>Heard this insightful conversation between a couple. Here is the scene. They got engaged a cpl of weeks ago and recently had a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: ".....why do you wanna ruin the whole thing? If you play your cards right, you can get the keys to the palace. It can be us and all happiness. Why are you breaking my heart? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gal: "I don't want any keys. I think I am losing it. You are a nice guy, but we cant be together. Now i want somebody else. See...I told you...or I thought so"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be I should not be writing or talking about them on the internet. But then I was worried about that guy. He looked decent and rich. May be he owns a palace who knows. He was depressed and down. She left and he stayed back. I think he wanted to cry or shout at all of us. He maintained his cool. Our eyes met a couple of times and each time we saw each other I was learning something about him. He taught me a whole new way of looking into life. He grabbed a quick vodka shot and another and another. I think he called her up and was trying to explain her or convince her about the relation"ship". It was sinking. I could see it. Its hurt bad and about to sink in a couple of moments. He was still cool. He was a bit drunk than his usual limit. I could see that. He was smiling and crying at the same time. His dark gray shirt was quenching its thirst by swallowing his tears. His eyes, they were a rich source of knowledge. He was saying everything to everyone around him through his eyes about his life yet he remained silent. A passing waitress brought him something in a small paper packet. I think he refused to take it. But she insisted. I think they are acquaintances. It looked as this guy is a regular visitor. He took it. She said something in his ear and patted on his shoulder. He thanked her. He asked for one more drink. 10 more minutes. Nothing much was happening. I stopped bothering about my work. The paper I was reading. I lost count of the number of minutes I have been tracing this guy. Craig. Thats what she called him. I remember now. 20 more minutes. All I was worried about was what's gonna happen to him tomorrow. He finally opened the little packet. His expressions told me that what he saw was the last thing he expected. It was like the final blow a tiger gives its prey. It was like the shot achilles got on his feel. I could see the pain in his eyes again. Now its amplitude was much bigger. Bigger than what I saw sometime ago when she left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small packet had something which i was excited about but he was not. In fact he finally lost it. The waitress came again and picked him up. I think he broke into tears. She hugged him and took him out. It was late august so the weather was good outside. He was still dull. I could see him and the waitress through the glass door. He was saying something with a lot of anguish. The lady was nodding her head. She was supporting him. I think she was asking him to be strong. He unlocked his car with his remote. The lights of his car flashed as if they were asking him to rule the roads. The waitress denied him of the right. She quickly grabbed his keys. He was arguing but she looked as if she was not interested. She opened the main door and  yelled "....I am taking Craig out. Will be back in 10".  Nothing much happened then. Everyone was doing their work. I forgot what I was doing. I came back to my senses and saw my laptop screen. A couple of new emails. I marked them read. I was not interested in them. The one thing I cared about was Craig. 6 minutes passed. But nothing was happening. I asked for a coffee. I finished it. Finally they came back after 15 minutes.  He was much better now than the way he looked some 20 minutes ago. He opened that little white envelope and dropped something in it. The waitress came again and he gave the packet to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they split officially. Relationships are crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-7965606049137155648?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2009/03/keys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-6071413469109681456</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 21:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-26T14:07:43.655-08:00</atom:updated><title>openmoko-mac update</title><description>One crazy thing about mac comes when it assigns enX to a device. A weird experience i had was it stopped assigning my FR an interface after some n connections. i.e it started assigning en2 for the first time I connected and stopped assigning at en9 which i guess is the limit for the devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what to do was a big problem because you can connect the device but nothing actually happens. So in order to make it work again. you have to remove the unused interfaces and let FR use the unused ones.  To do that perform the following steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goto Macintosh HD-&gt;library-&gt;preferences-&gt;SystemConfiguration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will find a file called NetworkInterfaces.plist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backup this file like copy it at some different location an delete it. Now restart the macbook and connect the device. You can observe that the device gets connected at en2. Voila&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-6071413469109681456?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2009/02/openmoko-mac-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-3752833053520896300</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 20:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-26T12:04:09.635-08:00</atom:updated><title>Mac OS X and Neo Forerunner Openmoko</title><description>1.Connecting your macbook and openmoko phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am using a macbook 2.2Ghz, 4GB OS X Leopard 10.5.6&lt;br /&gt;When you connect your openmoko, your mac will recognize it as an (en) device.&lt;br /&gt;Terminal type : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudo ifconfig enX 192.168.0.200 netmask 255.255.255.0 up&lt;br /&gt;enter your password: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here X is the interface number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try pinging onto your neo now. &lt;br /&gt;ping 192.168.0.202&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now ssh onto your neo &lt;br /&gt;ssh root@192.168.0.202&lt;br /&gt;password : ( is mokey7 by default)&lt;br /&gt;Once you login you can change it to any by issuing passwd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now ping to your mac which is 192.168.0.200&lt;br /&gt;This procedure ensures a 2 way connection.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Connecting to wifi &lt;br /&gt; If you are on a mac, the good news is that you can share the internet with you FR. You can use the internet sharing option available in OS X and let your FR access the internet from your macbook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your macbook:&lt;br /&gt;Goto System Preferences-&gt;Sharing-&gt; Internet Sharing&lt;br /&gt;Here check the Internet sharing option and select the following&lt;br /&gt;Share your connection from is the source. If wireless it can be your Airport. To Computers using will be your enX . Check that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only 1 thing remaining is assigning the nameserver for the FR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SSH into your Neo and create /etc/resolv.conf, specify your Internet router IP address as the name server.&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;nameserver 192.168.1.200    # replace by your real nameserver address&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- or-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can simply copy the /etc/resolv.conf from your Mac.&lt;br /&gt;scp /etc/resolv.conf root@192.168.0.202:/etc/resolv.conf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Remember to backup your resolv.conf on your FR before doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;cp /etc/resolv.conf /etc/resolv.conf.backup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure your Neo routing table has entries so that all internet traffic is sent to your Mac (which will forward it to the outside world)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;root@om-gta02:/etc# route&lt;br /&gt;Kernel IP routing table&lt;br /&gt;Destination     Gateway         Genmask         Flags Metric Ref    Use Iface&lt;br /&gt;192.168.0.0     *               255.255.255.0   U     0      0        0 usb0&lt;br /&gt;default         192.168.0.200   0.0.0.0         UG    0      0        0 usb0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;root@om-gta02:/etc# ping www.google.com&lt;br /&gt;PING www.google.com (64.233.169.147): 56 data bytes&lt;br /&gt;64 bytes from 64.233.169.147: seq=0 ttl=238 time=213.148 ms&lt;br /&gt;64 bytes from 64.233.169.147: seq=1 ttl=238 time=218.653 ms&lt;br /&gt;64 bytes from 64.233.169.147: seq=2 ttl=238 time=200.884 ms&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to enable your USB interface for Internet Sharing!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila. Please mail me if I missed something.&lt;br /&gt;sandilya@cs.rutgers.edu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-3752833053520896300?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2009/02/mac-os-x-and-neo-forerunner-openmoko.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-2286725699736441676</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2009 05:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-12T22:33:04.566-08:00</atom:updated><title>Does Amazon need all that craze?</title><description>Yes and No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes because i got some good stuff for real cheap price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No because some of their recommendations are ridiculous like a nikon battery for my sony camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And No again coz..I am recession hit and the gigs out there are luring me a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-2286725699736441676?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2009/02/does-amazon-need-all-that-craze.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-3570916223652830663</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2008 19:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-28T12:26:55.144-08:00</atom:updated><title>Wired...</title><description>Back with a bang. But whats the bang and who is back. Well its the same old me trying to pull audience by writing about some real crazy things i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is for wireless novices anyways. So if you are one, hmm , go ahead read it and have fun. Else go, pick a donut and watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was at my friends house and was trying to connect to their local wireless. Fortunately none of them knew the password thanks to the " rememeber my password " option. Now the deal was to change this password which is a needy tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lemme give out the recipe. You guys can print this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Connect your computer/Laptop to your internet modem through an Ethernet(LAN)wire. So the wires are as follows. Modem to wireless router connection. wireless router to laptop through LAN wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Open your web browser and in the address bar type 192.168.1.1. A pop up window would appear with user name and password. As we don't know the password nothing to do here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Now comes the crucial step. find the reset button on your wireless router and keep pressing it for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: repeat step 2. Now it would not ask for a password instead it will as for some administrative options like wireless name and password.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Similarly it will ask for admin password. This is for the wireless administration. we use this password for the 192.168.1.1. The username is admin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it. We can password any number of times now and its still fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE FUN. &lt;br /&gt;Big Sandy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-3570916223652830663?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2008/12/wired.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-2516009791748732202</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2008 00:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-15T17:27:44.945-07:00</atom:updated><title>Did I write them?</title><description>A couple of weeks ago, frustration and headache brought the poet out of me. I wrote some arbitrary bullshit and called them poems. They were haiku. But then I lost those sheets which possessed my imaginative wealth. I suspect Gayatree has them because she reminds me of those poems with her witty remarks ("They were very .... "). I thought i was the only pervert/poet to think like that. Thank god I am not the only one. Today I read Srikar's blog and guess what he wrote something similar to my lyrics except the fact that he can be a novelist whereas I kill time writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://darkshadess.blogspot.com/2008/10/excuses-dont-matter-only-results.html"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Find Srikar's thoughts in here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Gayatree: If you find any similarities between what we write, its sheer coincidence and nothing personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I am getting older. age=age+1. Happy bday to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-2516009791748732202?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2008/10/did-i-write-them.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-6296638463240515768</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2008 17:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-02T10:15:54.038-07:00</atom:updated><title>Hi Folks ! Reading this could tickle your funny bone ! Beware</title><description>For many years molecular biologists have been mystified by the fact that very&lt;br /&gt;little of an organism's DNA seems to serve any useful function. The reason why only 30% of human DNA performs any useful function is that the rest of it is comments.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Once we decode a typical human genome, we see that the contents begin as&lt;br /&gt;follows:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;/* HUMAN_DNA.H&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;br /&gt; * Human Genome&lt;br /&gt; * Version 2.1&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;br /&gt; * (C) God&lt;br /&gt; */&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/* Revision history:&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;br /&gt; * 0000-00-01 00:00  1.0  Adam.&lt;br /&gt; * 0000-00-02 10:00  1.1  Eve.&lt;br /&gt; * 0000-00-03 02:11  1.2  Added penis code to male version. A bit messy --&lt;br /&gt; *                        will require a rewrite later on to make it neater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * 0017-03-12 03:14  1.3  Added extra sex drive to male.h; took code from&lt;br /&gt; *                        elephant-dna.c&lt;br /&gt; * 0145-10-03 16:33  1.4  Removed tail.&lt;br /&gt; * 1115-00-31 17:20  1.5  Shortened forearms, expanded brain case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * 2091-08-20 13:56  1.6  Opposable thumbs added to hand() routine.&lt;br /&gt; * 2501-04-09 14:04  1.7  Minor cosmetic improvements -- skin colour made&lt;br /&gt; *                        darker to match my own image.&lt;br /&gt; * 2909-07-12 02:21  1.8  Dentition inadequate; added extra 'wisdom' teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *                        Must remember to make mouth bigger to compensate.&lt;br /&gt; * 4501-12-31 14:18  1.9  Increase average height.&lt;br /&gt; * 5533-02-12 17:09  2.0  Added gay option, triggered by high population&lt;br /&gt; *                        density, to try and slow the overpopulation problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * 6004-11-04 16:11  2.1  Made forefinger narrower to fit hole in centre of&lt;br /&gt; *                        CD.&lt;br /&gt; */&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;/* Standard definitions&lt;br /&gt; */&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;#define SEX male&lt;br /&gt;#define HEIGHT 1.84&lt;br /&gt;#define MASS 68&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#define RACE caucasian&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;/* Include inherited traits from parent DNA files.&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;br /&gt; * Files must be pre-processed with MENDEL program to provide proper&lt;br /&gt; * inheritance features.&lt;br /&gt; */&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;#include "mother.h"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#include "father.h"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;#infndef FATHER&lt;br /&gt;#warn("Father unknown -- guessing\n")&lt;br /&gt;#include "bastard.h"&lt;br /&gt;#endif&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;/* Set up sex-specific functions and variables&lt;br /&gt; */&lt;br /&gt;#include &lt;sex.h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;/* Kludged code -- I'll re-design this lot and re-write it as a proper&lt;br /&gt; * library sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt; */&lt;br /&gt;struct genitals&lt;br /&gt;   {&lt;br /&gt;#ifdef MALE&lt;br /&gt;   Penis *jt;&lt;br /&gt;#endif&lt;br /&gt;   /* G_spot *g;   Removed for debugging purposes */&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#ifdef FEMALE&lt;br /&gt;   Vagina *p;&lt;br /&gt;#endif&lt;br /&gt;   }&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;/* Initialization bootstrap routine -- called before DNA duplication.&lt;br /&gt; * Allocates buffers and sets up protein file pointers&lt;br /&gt; */&lt;br /&gt;DNA *zygote_initialize(Sperm *, Ovum *);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;/* MAIN INITIALIZATION CODE&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;br /&gt; * Returns structures containing pre-processed phenotypes for the organism&lt;br /&gt; * to display at birth.&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;br /&gt; * Will be improved later to make output less ugly.&lt;br /&gt; */&lt;br /&gt;Characteristic *lookup_phenotype(Identifier *i);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;...and so on.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[ Note that God uses three-space tabs ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-6296638463240515768?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-folks-reading-this-could-tickle-your.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-2505069125009354679</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 18:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-14T11:31:36.534-07:00</atom:updated><title>Hello people I am back in NJ</title><description>After a very tiresome 23 hr flight, I am home. I am in New Jersey and started having fun. I was in my room at 11 am on 13th Aug. By 12 pm I was in a local restaurant tossing all my fav mexican food. Then me and my room mates went for a 40 mile drive to a beach and freaked out completely. Came back at 9:30 pm and at 10:30 I was in a movie Theatre watching Tropical Thunder. Though the movie was a comical bore, spending time in known ground is fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not over yet. At 12:30 am we went to Taco Bell for some late night tacos and chalupas. Came home at 2:30 am. Now I can see Rohini glaring with her red eyes and shouting " You nocturnal animal. why can't you sleep early?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thought it would be cool to hang out with friends and have fun. Now I am going out to book some US open tickets. See you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-2505069125009354679?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-people-i-am-back-in-nj.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-2667317327797046933</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 04:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-05T21:24:10.115-07:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;a href="http://graphjam.com/2008/07/30/song-chart-memes-time-spent-involving-microsoft-zune/"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-3114" src="http://graphjam.wordpress.com/files/2008/07/15.png" alt="song chart memes" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://graphjam.com"&gt;graph humor and song chart memes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-2667317327797046933?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-graph-humor-and-song-chart-memes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-1591182080170510670</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 04:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-05T21:20:44.066-07:00</atom:updated><title>Brain</title><description>&lt;a href="http://graphjam.com/2008/08/05/song-chart-memes-the-brain-at-work/"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-3544" src="http://graphjam.wordpress.com/files/2008/07/funny-graphs-brain.gif" alt="song chart memes" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://graphjam.com"&gt;graph humor and song chart memes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-1591182080170510670?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2008/08/brain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-1622420024699569170</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 18:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-01T12:19:22.547-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bit by the Python</title><description>Well, time ticks so quickly. 2 months and it dint seem like its happening. 10 days and bye bye India.But before i start sobbing and weeping lemme pen down the most beautiful moments i will cherish for a long time from this biiiiiig holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 24: Met Mom, Dad and sis after a loong year. Felt ultra happy as it was really a very long time since 4 of us met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiness in mom and dad's eye when i presented them with a very beautiful set of watch. I felt like Dad could see my face whnevr he saw time in it. Mom as usual, my best pal and closest buddy ever, gave that regular moms happy smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 17: Felt a bit sad coz coouldn't spend much time with dad.&lt;br /&gt;June 18: Finallly in INDIA. That sweet smell, those busy people around, above all ALL INDIAN. No more white people( oops sorry for that) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 20: Met my aunt and uncle. A very sad moment but had to face it. Now they live seeing me grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 2: Dad comes to india for a short break. Very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 26: Spending one full day knowing about the hundred million types of Makeup tricks from ROHINI. ( The best full day i have spent in my holiday.Wanna thank you for that :) ) Above all thanks for being with me, bearing me and the FERRARI too.Its fantastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I dont remember all the dates, some special moments include&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Getting late nite calls and consoling RP and Sandy baba preaching philosophy&lt;br /&gt;-- All those long beach road walks and bajji/ Muree Mixture bites.&lt;br /&gt;-- Meeting Hari after 3 yrs. The last time i met him was when i was in engg final yr and he left for his MS.&lt;br /&gt;-- Nanda and Mohan still my bff(best friends forever)&lt;br /&gt;-- Gopi, Chaitu and Pradeep. will always remember you guys.&lt;br /&gt;-- Sreekanth, you are the best dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and finally last but not the least Bit by a Python and Kissed by the snake.Confused? Python is a programming language I have learnt in the holidays and the snake remains a suspense. Ask me in person about the snake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-1622420024699569170?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2008/08/bit-by-python.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-3645032798459721500</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 00:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-08T17:56:05.160-07:00</atom:updated><title>Karma Police</title><description>From May 23, I am technically doing nothing. Apart from those little pieces of code I have written, there hasn't been much action. But then I think every day, is this all I wanted.May be yes and may be no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people needed some kind of a gizmo which would liposuction off their bad karma. Hmm thats interesting coz I too needed it a week ago. This world runs on one superb two  word principle. Shit Happens. Now its no rule that you do that and suffer. Some other guys actions can give you shit. But then this whole shit thingy is a cycle. You give shit and you get it back. Like Justin Timberlake says,"What goes around, comes around".&lt;br /&gt;For the past cpl of days the bad karma levels are increasing each day. It jus does not have to be me. I donno if I can say names out but then people find pleasure causing pain to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what, decided to take things directly into my own hands. Be the karma police and stop people who bull crap and bring others happiness down. That week I had my best friend( I call her "sister" these days coz i felt the word "friends" brings a lot of distance between us) sobbing over and I was completely annoyed by the fact that its some parochial ______ who did some nonsense. As the saying goes "hit a person when it hurts the most", I could see that happening to Rohini. Every other jackass would say/do some stupid thing and this poor little had to take responsibility. No names mentioned and no deeds specified. But then I was the one apart from THE ONE, who saw all this happen and sit helplessly thinking over. For the first time i felt like not having Hyd as my home town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these policing, now I see people recover from those so called gory incidents and have fun in life. Karma and especially Good Karma( not the bad one) is like air-miles we get from the airlines. The more good deeds we do the more good karma into our account. So when will we redeem all these air miles we collected? &lt;br /&gt;Death. Yes thats when those two angels of death decide whether you get a business class ticket to heaven or an economy class ticket to hell. And BTW economy class itself is like hell so no worries at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all we can do at the end of the day is " Live life like no one ever did and let others get jealous" coz why should you suffer for someone."Smile. Always do that coz it increases your face value."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-3645032798459721500?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2008/07/karma-police.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-7414448868455103707</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-04T10:09:05.288-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">career build children education responsibility society contribute</category><title>Lets Build a Career</title><description>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Neil/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:Wingdings; 	panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; 	mso-font-charset:2; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p.MsoTitle, li.MsoTitle, div.MsoTitle 	{margin-top:0in; 	margin-right:0in; 	margin-bottom:0in; 	margin-left:.5in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	text-align:center; 	text-indent:-.5in; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:24.0pt; 	mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink 	{color:blue; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed 	{color:purple; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;}  /* List Definitions */ @list l0 	{mso-list-id:1660571140; 	mso-list-type:hybrid; 	mso-list-template-ids:873207778 1204994448 67698691 67698693 67698689 67698691 67698693 67698689 67698691 67698693;} @list l0:level1 	{mso-level-start-at:0; 	mso-level-number-format:bullet; 	mso-level-text:-; 	mso-level-tab-stop:3.75in; 	mso-level-number-position:left; 	margin-left:3.75in; 	text-indent:-.25in; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} ol 	{margin-bottom:0in;} ul 	{margin-bottom:0in;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle"&gt;The Ripple Effect&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoTitle"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every day we dream of a better life and in fact a safe and a settled life. Every day we fight against all odds and manage to make our dreams come true. This article aims at providing such “freedom to think” and an “opportunity to reach a goal” for all those under-privileged people in our society who lack the financial support and the warm hand to nourish their ideas and make their actions count.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My dream is to build a clean society. My dream is to build a healthy environment, where education, discipline, respect, compassion and honesty form the five standing pillars for human development. This can be achieved only through awareness and this awareness must be inculcated right from the childhood. Unfortunately, many educated people lack this virtue giving birth to a degrading society, which lacks morals and principles.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Children, from a tender age, should be taught what is right and what is wrong. They should be encouraged to question the mishaps that take place in our society and fight for what is supposed to be correct. This develops the sense of responsibility in them towards the well being of our society. &lt;b&gt;Responsibility&lt;/b&gt;. Yes. This is the desirable quality we lack. From awareness comes responsibility and from responsibility comes awareness. As these are interlinked, attaining one can lead to the other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For every action there exists a reaction. Hence our action should be to provide education to every one let it be rich, poor, forward class or backward, independent of cast, creed and religion. Our constitution fostered us with the Right to acquire education and one should not be deprived of it. Thus the reaction should be applying this education in catering the needs of our society and its welfare. As every great marathon walk starts with a small step, my dream to build a better society starts off by providing education to the deprived.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As a result, I am standing here in front of you asking for some noble contribution to the very society that has shown you the channel to lead a cherished life. Many kids in our society lack the opportunity to aim high in their lives for the very reason being lack of education and money. So as an individual, I have started this campaign against illiteracy by adopting a child and provide him/her with education by bearing the expenses incurred in the process. I request all those kind-hearted people, who feel the same, to contribute for the cause and help grow as a society.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For further details please email me @ &lt;a href="mailto:bssandilya@gmail.com"&gt;bssandilya@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Call me at&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;+1-732-278-5494(USA)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;09966-429-343(India till 12/08/08)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-7414448868455103707?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-build-career.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-4910857777602731126</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 03:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T09:36:26.558-08:00</atom:updated><title>Silicon Valley and California</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWXNvjv4Ryg/SG2ebUPltDI/AAAAAAAAABM/OfUxzJmmBDE/s1600-h/funny-graphs-californians.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWXNvjv4Ryg/SG2ebUPltDI/AAAAAAAAABM/OfUxzJmmBDE/s400/funny-graphs-californians.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219001735320024114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is how the west coasters see America. So GO EAST COAST GO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-4910857777602731126?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2008/07/silicon-valley-and-california.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWXNvjv4Ryg/SG2ebUPltDI/AAAAAAAAABM/OfUxzJmmBDE/s72-c/funny-graphs-californians.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-4314474238451361274</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 18:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T09:36:26.737-08:00</atom:updated><title>Angry for Bad Grammar</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWXNvjv4Ryg/SGvNxLI_AgI/AAAAAAAAABE/ibBTF0_GVME/s1600-h/funny-graphs-grammatical-an.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWXNvjv4Ryg/SGvNxLI_AgI/AAAAAAAAABE/ibBTF0_GVME/s400/funny-graphs-grammatical-an.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218490837926609410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-4314474238451361274?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2008/07/angry-for-bad-grammar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWXNvjv4Ryg/SGvNxLI_AgI/AAAAAAAAABE/ibBTF0_GVME/s72-c/funny-graphs-grammatical-an.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-1943029277757580404</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 18:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-07T11:52:46.816-07:00</atom:updated><title>My latessshhhhhhttt one</title><description>If my sense of humor sucks please email me.&lt;br /&gt;san.grad@gmail.com( i rarely check mails sent to it..hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Now now....this is how the whole plot evolves::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way that photographer clicked this!!&lt;br /&gt;I donno how he expects me to see into my Digi cam without my glasses off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this part of the blog is stolen from a sweet one.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My pic’s on the paper… coz I sinned.. I was not wearing my sunglasses on my eyes but on my head! And the idiot of the writer thinks people do it to show off! what he did not notice was that there was a camera in my hand and I was looking at the pics… (He’s very beautifully pasted the pic with the camera in my hand in the article)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;finally I wanna thank ETV, epaper.eenadu.net, Mr. Ramoji Rao, my photographer(my sis neelu who unknowing fell into this deep shit...may be she will realize tomorrow morning the cause for asking her to take this snap) and above all&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Ms. A/P Rohini whose creative genius helped me reach this level of fame . (P.S. I owe you a lot). This whole thing couldnt have been done without her help and her continuous calls. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-1943029277757580404?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-latessshhhhhhttt-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-1262624160859109282</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 18:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-01T11:50:23.805-07:00</atom:updated><title>A phone call never to forget</title><description>"........................you know what I am so happy today...........................................I am so happy today....................finally i said it....I am so happy today...............i said it on her face.........i am so happy today.......I am Hyper Happy..........I had a double chat.....i am very happy.......I had butter popcorn...............I am super happy............"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  wowowowo......I dint say all these......usually my one idea or suggestion would  ruin/destroy relationships. However this works the oppposite way only for rohini. Apparently i gave her an advice some 3 weeks back on how to ............. someone and show a mid-finger. Though she was worried initially, she finally said it and guess what, shes the most happiest person on the face of the earth today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well she must be liking it now......the fact that when you screw someone screw them real hard.&lt;br /&gt;This is one fone call i will never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-1262624160859109282?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2008/07/phone-call-never-to-forget.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-2991471057399514829</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 18:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-24T11:45:19.789-07:00</atom:updated><title>For all Office-goers like Rohini/Vissu and lazy guys like me.</title><description>Well this is a small break from the regular crappy nonsense i write. Though they are not that shitty as i do read them time to time, i still felt like changing the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOKING...that's the "in thing" these days. From moms to sons to sisters to Software engineers to students, every other guy and gal talk abt what they cook. So I thought to give out the recipe of a Vegetarian soup(Actually i couldn't name it properly so lets go with  Bilubilu De Southwest...crazy name). I prepared this during winter'07 when all the groceries got finished after vissu left New Jersey and I was lazy getting stuff coz of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The beauty of this vegetarian  soup recipe is the flexibility of it. You only need a few  main ingredients. After that, there is more you can add based on what you have in the house, or  what you like to eat. It can be vegan or vegetarian, but it doesn't have to be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is by all means one of the easiest recipes around because you can make it in minutes and  all of the required ingredients can live indefinitely in your pantry - keep the ingredients around  for a day when you are feeling lazy :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Prep time: 5 min; Total time: 15 min&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Required Ingredients&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;    2 cups approx. of vegetable broth.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you dunno what broth is just prepare it today and have it. &lt;a href="http://www.recipesource.com/soups/soups/vegetable-broth3.html"&gt;This is how you go for it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 cups sliced tomatoes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup fat-free refried beans.....when you are lazy got for fat free...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tbsp chili powder (or to taste) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tsp cumin &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tsp coriander........i dint use this for a month so had to finish it &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lays chips........I got these free with the pizza I ordered. You can buy them and they are so cheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Optional Ingredients: Cheese, Corn, Avocado, Cilantro ...or anything else Southwesterny that you  can think of to toss in!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Combine all ingredients (except for the  chips, cheese, avocado, and cilantro) into a  pot. Bring to a boil and stir occasionally. Put in bowls and add the garnishes. Serve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like a professional cook as I am the tips to cook are very important. I learned many from my Granny, Mom,Vissu and last but not the least Mahesh. So here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tips&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomatoes are fantastically healthy for you because they contain lycopene. Normally unprocessed  foods are the way to go, but in the case of tomatoes this is not true. So the tomatoes in this  soup aren't only more convenient than their fresh counterparts - they are also more nutritious!  (One word of advice: clean the tomatoes carefully.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One avocado contains 30g fat. They contain "the good kind of fat" so go ahead and indulge - just  try to limit yourself to 1/4 of an avocado per day.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;I typically use pinto beans( I luvvvvv them) when making vegetarian  soup. You may also wish to try it  with black beans.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you are cooking for non-vegetarians, this is a great choice. Just Add Chicken. Of course,  with the protein from the beans, the soup doesn't need meat to provide nutrition. I am a veggie so I cant add more to this but you guys can try other options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To make this as part of a festive meal, serve it alongside any dry Indian dish so that this juicy counterpart will help you swallow more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        Happy eating and do post comments on how you guys screwed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-2991471057399514829?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-all-office-goers-like-rohinivissu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-6200267687299235982</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2008 05:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-21T23:34:29.482-07:00</atom:updated><title>The System</title><description>Well, after a long break I thought its time to write what my feelings are. Presently I am in my home town and spending some good time with friends and family. But in some corner of my heart I am missing someone. This of course is my late cousin  phani  with whom I used to spend a lot of time during my holidays. Yesterday I was at the point where his accident took place and was very shaken. I spoke to people( the shop keepers ) in that area and  came to know that  the guy who drove phani's bike that day was drunk and  risked  both the  lives. Something very bad to happen at a very tender age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day I sat at the Victory at Sea Statue, literally my Adda from 10th class, and spoke to friends abt the accident. While I was talking, I could see at least 10-20 riders doing Hollywood stunts on the roads and trying to get their tickets to hell. We the discussed about the traffic in vizag and compared it with the traffic in New York. Staying in the world's costliest city, I never felt this unsafe like the way I am feeling driving in Vizag. No traffic rules, No responsibility shown by the drivers and above all No thought about the parents and people who depend on them. In the United States you will be ticketed for driving on 35mph on a 25mph road. Ticketed for not crossing the road on the zebra crossing and imprisoned for driving without license. So with such a system in place you can still see accidents going on then look at the state in Vizag. the only reason is NO ONE CARES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt one should have that healthy respect for fear. The reason, sometimes, I prefer US or Dubai to India is this fear factor. I am a true patriotic guy but then I like the system in these countries. I have been to around 6 countries now stayed there for some time and did understand the lifestyle of those people. When my dad worked in Singapore, we still remember the day i was fined 25 Singapore dollars for throwing the chocolate wrapper on the road. I was a kid then 12 yrs maybe. That was the last time I did some nonsense like that. In Dubai punishments range from stoning to beheading. This is the fear they induce to make people lead a better life. Then whats the problem in not following rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from these the corruption, politics and carelessness of the people are driving me crazy. One moment i felt like joining a responsible organization that fights for the society. And yes I did that yesterday. I will reveal the details in my later posts. But above all I am feeling good that I am contributing to my home land and would wish to continue to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-6200267687299235982?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2008/06/system.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-7067274766285486277</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 22:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-30T15:36:28.871-07:00</atom:updated><title>Words Pressed.....</title><description>Now, I kinda like the idea of blogs and sticking to the fact that i host my blog, One of the Pied Jackass comes to me and asks y the hell do you wanna have a blog and let ppl know whats going on with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i say to such a fool who has no decisive thought about whats life and how to deal with it. This made me think about how ppl deal with such miscreant comments and take decisions about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap please dont tell me it was me who wrote this. Sh*t. I must have been around...&lt;br /&gt;Sandy: Operator ! How many writings do i hve?&lt;br /&gt;Operator: close to 20 posts, Sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So i am 20 posts old and i am still learning to write. What the hell is going on with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-7067274766285486277?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2008/04/words-pressed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793154347095362310.post-5971203254338027328</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 06:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-29T23:41:59.646-07:00</atom:updated><title>Exact 1 month of Zero Blogging</title><description>Well,  1 month is like a lot of time for any other normal school-going-assignment-doing-zero-fun-loving-guy but for me it turned out to be  pretty quick interval like time-to-sneeze-or-fart-rather. Interestingly many interesting things did happen in this short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing poems!! Well, i am kidding but then new friends are making me do some wild and crazy things. Many firsts like my first I-Pod( my money now...dad has got nothing to cry for), My first ipod again( now its the first gift i have given to someone .......), not to forget rohini's first trip to the US,  Manasa's first dance performance in NH, and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all happy now and hope i ...........i feel like i had too much of crack or lithium or beer or some kind of grass that keeps working on my head when i start filling my blogs. I donno where i start and donno how to end this. This looks like that weird jackson 5 puzzle where &lt;span class="text"&gt;If zums are zurts and zurts are zipps and some zipps eat tacos and tacos come from Mexico, what phase of the stars was a hippo?"  What if all those things really existed? Scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God save me and Kurt Rest In Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793154347095362310-5971203254338027328?l=gradiator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gradiator.blogspot.com/2008/04/exact-1-month-of-zero-blogging.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sandy)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

