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Having a loving life partner beside you reduces your burden at least by half. Be it work or worries, they get halved where as the happiness and wellness get doubled. After marriage, I discovered my own strengths which I can use to the maximum and shortcomings which I needed to eliminate. This is the one of the biggest positives that I can take after one year of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was single, life seemed easy. I was free to what I wanted to do. I could go out anytime and come home anytime. There was no need to inform anyone. I had many things to do and goals to achieve and I had all the time in the world. When you have "all the time" in the world, you know what happens. Yes, we can relax a while (also known as procrastination) before starting some useful work. I thought I would get these things done 'some day'. That some day never arrived. Things have changed much after marriage, now my goals not only have a timeline but I am asked to do finish things as soon as possible because I have only limited time. I think twice before I start a job to judge if it is worth the effort and once decided, I get it done immediately. Less priority ones have gone out of the list making my "things to do" list lighter. I have also learnt to just sit down with my wife and relax a while without any task-oriented thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the last one year of marriage, the difficult thing that I learnt to do is sharing. I never used to share my thoughts, my personal worries to anyone. I thought I can handle all things myself. Eventually, when I started to share things with my wife, life became easy. Happiness multiplied and worries became half. &lt;br /&gt;
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I thought I would lose my freedom after the marriage. I thought I wouldn't be able to do those pleasure trips without planning. Yes, I did lose the freedom to do those time-wasting, good-for-nothing and meaningless trips. Now, we do go for pleasure trips and combine with photographic assignments with a healthy home-cooked food.&lt;br /&gt;
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As far as keeping in touch friends and family, we did try our best to be in touch as we sailed through a tough time. Close friends understood us and gave the much needed private space for us to recover back from the misfortunes we had. When you are happy, it doesn’t matter if you stay single or married. Only during such hardships, you would realise the importance of a loving, caring partner who would support you to get you back on track. &lt;br /&gt;
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Before marriage if someone asks me about my next weekend plan, I wouldn't have a clue. After marriage, I was able to plan our Easter holidays 4 months before and in every high detail because my wife trusts me with everything. Certainly, my organizing skills have improved. I am becoming more responsible day by day. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you Devi for coming into my life and changing it around. I am eternally grateful to you and love you very much.  ♥☺&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;
Thirumurugan&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My neighbour was standing at the door with a basket of goodies that had tea, sugar, noodles and rice. I thought he was delivering it to a wrong address. He smiled and said, "This is my way of welcoming you to the neighbourhood, mate. Enjoy yourself". Whenever I returned from office, he would catch hold of me for a few small talks on what he did on that day and ask me few questions on what I did at work. After those chats, after a few days, things started improving. I started to be social with others on the streets and also at the work. His random acts of kindness didn't stop there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When I rush home to take my clothes to save them from the afternoon rains, I have always found them neatly folded and kept in front of my door. On the weekends, he would ask me if I needed anything 'down the streets', as he is going for a stroll. He would knock at my door while cooking to complement how nice the curry flavour is (I had to offer him dinner for a day or two - I am happy about it). He would offer me a ride on his car to go to markets when he goes. He reminds me if I had left my windows opened or doors unlocked (yea, I do that to check how good this town is) when I come home. I have thanked many a times for his small acts of kindness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;One day I asked him why he is doing all these (yea, if someone is extremey good to us, you doubt it and ask why - that's what my city folks have taught me). He said, 'I will tell you mate, when I came to this place a few years ago, I was broke, depressed going through a divorce and what-not, I felt I wanted to kill myself. Then, one of the neighbour here, helped me to recover. He talked me out of the hole, comforted to bring me back where I am now. He's gone now, but it's my way of paying tribute to him. I know how tough it would be to move to a new place and find your feet. Don't you worry, I am here'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;On the other day, I asked him, 'Dont you get annoyed by the people who laughs at you for the things that you do to others?'. He replied, 'Yea, mate. I know there are few goofies out there who snap at me and think I am a weirdo from another planet. But, these are the little things that every good neighbour should be doing, not as a duty but as a courtesy thing. I always do these things to make myself feel good. If the people are good, then they will feel happy, thank me and smile at me. If not, at least I am happy having known that I had done some little good for others. It's all about looking after each other, is it not?'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am still thinking what I should do to pay him back. Well, he had taught me that too, didn't he? Perhaps, I need to find another lonely looking person who is struggling to settle down in this town and help him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Didn't Mother Teresa tell you this: "I want you to be concerned about your next door neighbor. Do you know your next door neighbor?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11430097-3639063006513987501?l=www.thirumurugan.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stage 1. When you start a personal blog, you would want to blog everything that you see, hear and read. After all, you have started your own Persnal Media.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stage 2: When you gain an audience, you dont know what your audience wants. You think twice before you start to write something. You don't want to look stupid for writing such a silly post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stage 3: Social applications take up most of your sharing / bookmark type of posts. It looks like it is hard to write anything other than your own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stage 4: You haven't written anything in your blog for a looooooong time. Now, you have learnt the art of blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;----0----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On the other day, I was talking to an Indian who told me about the Japanese style of outsourcing. When negotiating for a deal, it seems that the Japanese would want to achieve these three things from their business partners:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Products/ Services of highest quality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Lowest price gurantee and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Quickest turnaround time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In all these three things, Japanese set the targets. Do you know who agrees to match their hard-to-achieve quality standards, impossible timelines and dead-cheap asking prices? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Indian business consultants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, it is my personal blog, what else would you expect people? Since my childhood, I thought (still I think) I was different. I see things differently. When given a problem, most probably I would think of some stupid solutions, but they will be quick and easy to work with. I believe there is nothing in the world you can not do. Anything can be done. No limits. Some of these statements will annoy my friends, but that's how I am.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I am into something, I will do a pretty good job or I would get out of it asap if I can't make a difference.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I am good at creating a 'good boy' image. I wish I can match the image.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wouldn't buy a thing just because others have bought it. I will buy only if I think it is necessary. Even if it means I have to stand alone in a crowd.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I care less about everything. But, I give more importance to people than materials.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What will you do when you see a long lost friend in a market? I would prefer to run away unless he / she is a very close friend (or they see me first and give me a wave).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If someone says something can't be done, I will try it first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For me, the world works on an equilibrium. Things that you lose will come back to you. Robbers will be robbed, my money will come back to me. So, I don't argue / bargain most of the times.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;I talk too much (if you haven't found out already) on what to do. I need to do at least half of what I talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would always try new things. New tastes, new experiences, new people, new blah..blah.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I change my decisions quick and fast. If situations change, I change my decisions. I thrive on change. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I see the world as a perfect one with only few, negligible flaws. I believe all the people are good, they have been good to me at least.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; I will get bored by routine tasks. If you ask me to turn up exactly at a same place, same time for the next 7 days, don't expect me there on the second day. My married life wont be a pleasure, I bet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you ask my opinion about something on two different days, my answers would be different. That doesn't mean I am not dependable. I would've grown/changed that much.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I learn good things from my friends. I unlearn bad things from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate mediocrity. Either I want the worst thing or the best thing - nothing in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;I am good at listening. I would like to listen. This is why I have got more friends than anyone else in our friend circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, I almost forgot this - I won't advise anyone unless they ask for it. Some of my friends think that I do not care for others, but I think everyone should mind their own life unless they are making a terrible mistake and don't know how to get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not be hurt if you tease me or say bad words. Simply I would not accept it as I would never accept any compliments. I know how good or bad I am.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wont get angry at all. I forgot when I was angered last time. May be the day, when my father refused to get me a bicycle at age 15.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am good at letting things go. I know if something is not mine, it wont come within my reach how much ever I try. If it is, then I will be led to it.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe my future will be always good, things would get better as it has been.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind all the above statements, I would change myself so often these may go irrelevant in a while. Are you confused enough? If you have a blog/notebook, do such a list or keep to yourself. Doing a self-discovery is a great exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started writing this a few weeks ago, adding now and then. Then, I retook a personality test with Personal DNA (Result: Considerate Inventor; when I checked an year ago, &lt;a href="http://thirumurugan.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-faithful-inventor.html"&gt;I was a faithful inventor&lt;/a&gt; - look, i have changed!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might want to start from discovering your &lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com/"&gt;Personal DNA&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:- In case if you haven't noticed, Blogger allows you to &lt;a href="'javascript:_FollowersView._openPopup(" blogid="11430097" blogid="11430097"&gt;Follow this blog&lt;/a&gt; (on your left column, down below), and I will follow your blog if it appeals to me (works for the blogs hosted on Blogger.com only). 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thiru/~4/VHjoqY4V99E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thirumurugan.in/feeds/937832591027094654/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11430097&amp;postID=937832591027094654" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11430097/posts/default/937832591027094654?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11430097/posts/default/937832591027094654?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thiru/~3/VHjoqY4V99E/curious-case-of-mrthirumurugan.html" title="The Curious Case of Mr.Thirumurugan Ponnusamy" /><author><name>Thiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213039608050809569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://tmurugan.googlepages.com/thiru.png" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thirumurugan.in/2009/01/curious-case-of-mrthirumurugan.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYMRng-eyp7ImA9WxVRFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11430097.post-692320471820973792</id><published>2009-01-20T13:26:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:26:27.653+10:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-20T13:26:27.653+10:30</app:edited><title>20 things that I learnt working for others</title><content type="html">&lt;br&gt;Working in a company/office has its advantages. You come across different kinds of people and you can learn so much about life from them. You encounter same kind of stereotypes wherever you go. Following are the things that I learnt in my previous jobs. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;How you appear is most important than how you perform in your job. Remember to create a professional image all the time; learn what&amp;#39;s going on in your industry; speak them up whenever you can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How you communicate is more important than how you do the job. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Any job will become a routine, mundane job after some time. You need to stretch yourself to make it interesting. If you can&amp;#39;t do it, then quit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always have some ideas up your sleeve to tell your manager on how to improve things. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Take responsibilities when offered, they are the pathway to move up the career ladder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Come at least 5 minutes earlier than the office start time. You can go home on the dot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use Emails more often than phone. You have got a written proof when you send emails.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Assume that your browsing habits (for personal use) are monitored. In all probability, the company would keeping an eye on them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be nice with your receptionist / administrative assistants. They run the company.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Avoid gossiping. Be neutral.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If there is a specific lunch time, get out of the office and go for a walk. You will feel better when you return back to your desk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you like something about your colleague, tell it in the next meeting. When you don&amp;#39;t like something, tell them in private. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Bad people. They will be everywhere. Know how to handle them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don&amp;#39;t do the works allotted to your colleagues. You tell them how to do and let them do it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trust people. Tell them how much you depend on them and how only they can pull-off a work like that.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Compliment people; Give credits to others. Nice employees leave company not because of less salary, but for the lack of recognition. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell your team members that it is &amp;quot;OK&amp;quot; to take risks. Only by taking risks, you can invent things.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember birthdays of your colleagues.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can&amp;#39;t expect a person to be loyal to your company when you don&amp;#39;t trust him. Read that once again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are good at phone, you can get more things done.&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ol&gt;What are things that you learnt from your workplace? &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11430097-692320471820973792?l=www.thirumurugan.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I never ask anyone about anything. I assume things (partly because I am an egoistic Engineer). Sometimes I am right but most of the times I would be wrong. I will list some of the common misunderstandings I had as a child. I forgot many of those stupid assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a kid, I thought the moon was following me wherever I go. Even when I started running, it would follow me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When people were electorlocuted (touched a live electric wire), I thought their blood will boil, evaporate and then they woudl die eventually.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought God would be watching all my activities and listening to all my words (lies). My parents told me so and I believed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought the elevators / lifts are for disabled and old people who couldn't climb up the stairs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought if you hurt an ant, in your next life, you will become an ant. That ant will become a human and it will hurt you. Same pinch.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After seeing some hoardings showing "Contact: 8345678", I thought that was a brilliant idea. Make people to call a phone number to know what the hoarding's advertisement is. Curious, huh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I first signed up for an email account, I came up with a strong, cryptic password which I thought would never be guessed by anyone else. A day later, I forgot that password and lost my thirumurugan @ &lt;a href="http://hotmail.com/" target="_blank"&gt;hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; account. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I thought all those free newsletters that I signed up with the new Hotmail account would make me smart. Duh!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When using a slow dial-up connection, minimizing the Internet Explorer windows, I thought, would speed up the loading of web pages. Have you tried? It works.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I came to Australia, I never attended many lectures / concerts because they demanded a "Gold Coin Donations only". Gold coin for a 2 hour lecture? I thought no way. After an year, some one told me that the $1 and $2 coins are called 'Gold coins'. But, in my country a gold coin is a gold coin. Bugger all those concerts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came here to Australia, everything that I came across were so alien to me and I had to ask people to know what it is. Thankfully, I had a friend Chelsey from USA, Chong from China and Preeti from India who patiently explained to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid assumptions make you look stupid. But, aren't they cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11430097-315128062517306344?l=www.thirumurugan.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Here is a challenge for myself. I wish to do the following 108 things before 31st December, 2009. Let us see how many I complete. I am planning to update this list as I progress through each of these things. I have never tried many of these things before (for eg. marriage) and I am excited and thrilled. I dont tell what I wish to do even to my close friends (except with the one friend). I think 2009 is going to be a big year for me in more than few ways. I will add more details to each and write blog posts how I am doing / not doing with each of these at later dates.&lt;br /&gt;
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The status as per 31.Jan.2009 is within brackets.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Blue - Not yet started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Orange - Doing something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Green - Done, Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Watch F1 race in Melbourne (Yay, Done!).&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Remember to wish people on their birthdays (Marked all the birthdays in Google Calendar. Now, I will never forget)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Watch a real whale (Winter is the best time to do it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Try bungee-jumping.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Reconnect with all the forgotten friends. Keep in touch with them through phone calls / emails (Must do more it more often; Email seems so much better).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Drive a car on a dirt track in Australian Outback (Done with Magna).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Watch Sydney Fireworks.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Visit Perth and travel around for two days.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Watch AFL final at MCG.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Go on a dating trip with a girl friend (Done).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;To be a better human being (doing).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Watch a broadway musical ('Wicked') in Australia (Wached "Chicago" instead. Done!).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Write a screenplay for a short movie (Abandoned).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Fly in a hot air balloon (should try in Melbourne or Sydney).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Visit a saturday night party at an Australian pub. Ask the DJ to play a tamil AR Rahman's song (Without asking, I heard "Jai Ho" song.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Watch snow/snowing and try sking (Missed, better luck next year).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Watch Ned Kelly's helmet and visit the prison (Done).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Be organized (a little more) (trying, doing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #006600;"&gt;Learn to play Golf (tried once).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Travel from Adelaide to Northern Territory by the train 'The Ghan'.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Attend a opera concert at Sydney Opera House.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Read at least 10 tamil novels (ordered 2 novels).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Visit Ulluru (Ayer's Rock).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Try snorkelling at Great Barrier Reef.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Travel to Tasmania by ship 'Spirit of Tasmania' (Booked for next year).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Go to the underground town at Coober Peddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Buy a full-frame 35mm Canon DSLR and develop a decent system of lenses and accessories (for year end-2010; buying other accessories).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Publish an album with photos of Victorian landscapes (April).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Learn photography formally (Done; Doing).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Visit Singapore for 2 days (Visited KL for 3 days).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Get smart (dress ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Work for only 3 days a week (should find a day job).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Write a tamil novel (e-book).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #006600;"&gt;Develop a photography site displaying my photos (see www.kalpaphotography.com).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Stay at a boat house in Kerala.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Ride on an elephant (I have done horse riding this month for the first time. Elephant, huh, it's easy in India?).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Read all the poems (at least 50%) written by 'Mahakavi' Bharathi (Got it; Reading it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Appear in a local newspaper article (with photo). Not any national newspaper, just local (trying).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Take participate and win at a photography competition.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Publish a coffee-table photo book (shoot more photos; organize portfolios 31, March).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Make at least $500 cash flow from Google Adsense. Invest in photographic accessories (half way up; move &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.howtoliveonline.com/" style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;HTLO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt; to wordpress).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Get a good digital video camera (how much is a camcorder).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Find the right girl and marry her (i know what i want; searching for her now).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Shoot a documentary about friendship (friends are ready, a video camera is needed).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Work on improving memory skills (rely on notepads?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Write an e-book on making money using your digital camera (started writing).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Buy an used Hyundai Getz (Red) car (saving money).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Create an income stream of  at least $3000 per month through selling photos (half-way there).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Shoot underwater photos of coral reefs and living things (for Brisbane trip).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Visit Kangaroo Island (Easter weekend?).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Learn swimming (Enrolled; Swimming daily).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Organize all my photos into portfolios that are saleable (complete by 20, April 2009).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Sleep under the stars (try camping?).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Photograph wildlife at their native habitat (nearly done in zoos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Bring Father, Mother and Sister to Australia for at least 2 weeks (2010).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Do a camping trip (should do).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Visit Gold coast / Brisbane (should do).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Attend Graduation ceremony at University of Adelaide (should apply).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Write and post 'snail-mails' to at least 25 of my friends.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Drive to Adelaide by car (where's the car).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Express your love to friends and family members (doing/trying).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Develop a successful portfolio at StockPhoto sites (need to shoot more saleable images)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Learn to do relationship counseling (talk to friends).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #006600;"&gt;Read 'Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince' book before watching the movie (Done. Movie on IMAX).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Watch 'Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince' movie at IMAX in Melbourne.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Visit Immigration Museum at Melbourne.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Invest in good clothes (every month) (for this month, none bought).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Get a photo (taken by me) published at Melbourne MX (should try).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Invite friends and show them interesting places around Hamilton (need to do).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Fly around Great Ocean Road &amp;amp; Twelve Apostles (should try on a blue sky day).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Inspire at least 5 people to achieve their goals/potentials (doing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Get at least 10 new friends (got 5).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Dress well for office (doing it).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Set up a charity fund raiser (online/offline).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Celebrate birthday with kids (mm..kids, where are thee?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Meet old people and interview them (should try here in Hamilton).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Watch 100 best MGR movies (100, you are kidding?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;Read the unbiased political history of Tamilnadu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Play pranks to those who played pranks on me in 2008 (secretly planning).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Visit a native Australian settlement and talk to the native kids (how).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Go to Canberra and watch Tulips festival (Done. Melbourne Tulip Festival instead).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Become a best friend of someone (trying).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Shoot and make a coffee-table book with Kids' portraits (Doing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Collect best of Australian movies (Done; Doing).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Organize a photographic exhibition (organising photos first).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Watch an AFL match (soon?).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;Set up a solar-powered gadget at home (Solar garden lights setup).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Attend a Film Festival.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Shoot, edit and upload videos at Youtube (what videos, should explore).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Learn to understand and speak Hindi (can someone help?).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Get a new scooter for father (Done).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Be expressive (trying).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Surprise friends often with some unexpected, inexpensive gifts (doing).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Read India 2020 (mm..).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Get fit by doing some physical activity for an hour every day (should try).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #006600;"&gt;Buy a new Sony Ericsson smartphone (Bought a similar smartphone).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Develop a web service / social network with the help of friends (bought domain; webspace).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Set up Internet/Video chat at home (India) (Next year).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Learn to identify stars by skywatching (Telescope).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Write at least one blog post every week (Failed miserably; Have some posts planned).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Learn the gist of Islam (got the gist from my friend Sabina).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Shoot street portraits (photos) for free (started advertising; bought space).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Visit Tirupathi in India.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Meet a saint / yogi and have a conversation (saving this one for Indian trip).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Shoot a series of travel videos (i need to start editing them).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Learn foot massaging/Reflexology (Doing).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Save &amp;amp; Invest 10% of my total income (Need to find an investment fund).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Learn to draw with Adobe Illustrator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;I may change or improve these things. Stay tuned to know how I progress. By the way, what are you going to do in 2009?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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We have never had pets at home in India. My grandma didn’t like it and my mom didn’t like it, so we didn’t have a pet at home. It is an old saying that ‘Soldiers like Dogs and Artists like Cats’. I am not sure if I fit into either of those categories but, I like kittens and puppies more than their adult versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pets have always seen me as a friendly person, I am fortunate that way not to receive any bites from any of the pets I have encountered with. When I moved to the current house, my housemate asked if it is OK for him to have pets. I replied affirmative as long as I don’t encounter a big, fiery dog. But, the pet turned to out to be a black cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither he was a cat nor was he black. I would rather call him a kitten and brownish black. I asked if the kitten has a pet name but, my housemate said he had forgotten to think of a name. He called it simply ‘Kittie’.  My housemate’s way of taking care of pets is just ignoring them 90% of the time and cuddling them 10% of the time. I wonder what purpose it serves to keep a bird caged for all the time, feeding it, watering it but never looked if it is OK. Without proper feeding, while he was away, fishes in tank gave their life one by one finally leaving a tank of full of muddy water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s talk about the cat kitten. I didn’t like the kitten, honestly. I mean it was sticking to whoever is nearby. If my housemate was present, it will keep ‘meow’ing around his legs, laps and if he’s not there, I will be his pet. While watching Telly, he would come and sit on the laptop and will continue to disturb with his ‘meow’s unless you are stroking him gently. When I sit on the couch with my laptop, he would come and sit comfortably on the keyboard and will start sleeping. What an annoying little kittie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my housemate goes away, it is a nightmare really. He would ask me to feed the kittie, I will try to do it. But, even after eating 1 full container of cat food (yuk, it smells!) he will be purring my legs and ask me to feed him more. Before sleep, my housemate will put the kitten into a small room, when I try to do that he ‘meow’s with such a tone that will evoke sympathy from anyone. Eventually, he will meow his way into my bed and sleep with me till morning. Even if I arrange a small bed with spare bed sheets, he wouldn’t get out of the comfyness of my bed. Bad Kittie, I will get rid you out once my housemate comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a funny game the kittie (and we) would like to play. When you point a laser gun (from a cigarette lighter), the kittie will chase the red light trying to catch it. It is fun to try it if you have a kitten or puppy. We were using it to improve his reflexes to make him more alert. For this reason, we won’t let him out of the house as there is a big highway with heavy traffic on it. My housemate may have thought that I didn’t like ‘kittie’. On a night, I accidentally let him out when I my housemate was away. I was afraid he might get killed by the traffic on the road, searched him on the cold night but couldn’t find him. Without any interest to play hide-and-seek, I got inside my room and slept well only to be disturbed by the kittie’s meow calls. It was past midnight, he wanted to get back into the house.  I let him in with a warning to not to stray outside (as if he cares!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, I was getting in to the home back from office and my housemate opened the door to go outside. In a split second, kittie, tried to sneak out and I said aloud, ‘Don’t go out, kittie’.  He has already slipped out. My housemate after few hours, knocked my door and said, ‘The kittie has gone. He was run over by a car or truck. Probably, I should’ve listened to you when you said not to let out.’ I was silent. He continued, ‘He wouldn’t disturb you anymore. I have put him to rest in the garden.’ I keep to myself usually when I come home, my housemate and myself - we speak very few words. On the day, I told him I am sorry. He said, ‘that’s fine. He’s just sleeping in the garden’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few moments, my housemate came again. He asked if I would like to watch a Teleserial (Underbelly) with him which was banned in Victoria due to some judicial reasons.  I knew I hated it as I don’t like teleserials. I replied, ‘oh lovely, let us watch’. I started to miss Kittie. Even after seven months, I miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11430097-8305233719089476381?l=www.thirumurugan.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I replied, 'Hamilton is boring'. I knew it is a lame statement. I thought if I had the right to say it that way. When I landed on one of the coldest, dark winter &lt;img goomoji="003" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" src="cid:003@goomoji.gmail" /&gt; night at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hamilton,_Victoria"&gt;Hamilton&lt;/a&gt;, I never thought I would last a month here. No one will be seen at the streets after 5pm. The temperature would reach below 3 degrees and you will see nothing but fog. But, 18 months later, when my visa ended prematurely, and when I had to go back, I felt very sad to leave the town of Hamilton. I never worried about leaving Adelaide or never gave a damn about leaving Australia without see some of my dream destinations. Leaving Hamilton, and thinking I may not come back here was really hurting.&lt;img goomoji="B0E" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" src="cid:B0E@goomoji.gmail" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The town of Hamilton is like a poem written in a foreign language. The foreign language that you hardly have seen or heard before. For any outsiders and newcomers, it will look like an ordinary (postcard) country town. For that matter, every country town has some hidden secrets. Secrets that you can't read them off straight away. You have to spend some time (days, months or years) to really understand them. &lt;img goomoji="344" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" src="cid:344@goomoji.gmail" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a person who has come from a city, I found it hard to slow down, let alone liking it. I used to wonder how many customers visited the corner shop (8am-5pm daily; Saturday half day; Sunday closed) that was down the street. Seriously, I wanted to sit and count one day. Everything was small - shops (they close everything at 5pm), theatre (4 weekend shows), library (what no wireless..damn) and your next door's neighbour's (so, how big is your hometown in India?) ambitions. Have you seen 'The Village' movie by M Night Shyamalan. I thought I was in such a village.&lt;img goomoji="327" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" src="cid:327@goomoji.gmail" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There are more sheeps in Hamilton than the number of people (200 sheeps for a person; I may be overly under-estimating). Such a huge number of sheeps help Hamilton to make it the 'Wool Capital of the World'. I know you are going &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hamilton,_Victoria"&gt;Google that&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;img goomoji="538" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" src="cid:538@goomoji.gmail" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Half of the population are currently unemployed, because they are retired. On every thursday, the town gets busy because that is the day when the pension is paid. &lt;img goomoji="330" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" src="cid:330@goomoji.gmail" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the month of December, people sincerely decorate their homes for &lt;img goomoji="B60" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" src="cid:B60@goomoji.gmail" /&gt;Christmas &lt;img goomoji="B60" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" src="cid:B60@goomoji.gmail" /&gt;and this year, I have planned (will try) to photograph them and make a photo-montage. &lt;img goomoji="4EF" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" src="cid:4EF@goomoji.gmail" /&gt; May be I need to a photo project to capture the life of Hamilton &lt;img goomoji="35F" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" src="cid:35F@goomoji.gmail" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is a friend (among many others) in Hamilton, when I tell her about India, she listens to it as if I am retelling the 'Lord of the Rings' mythology and the life on Middle-Earth.&lt;img goomoji="338" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" src="cid:338@goomoji.gmail" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running a shop in Hamilton is challenging than doing the same in Melbourne/Sydney.That is if you don't know how to run a shop where people come. With limited people (customers) and very few shops, customer care is the only way to survive.Imagine this. You walk into a sandwich bar and a man pops up and introduces, 'Hey, I am Albert. Whats yr name?' and chats to you while he makes a $3.50 sandwich (Adding extra bread slices if you are hungry, with plenty of veggies and meat), which is just great. You will treated like a VIP every time you walk in, from next time. &lt;img goomoji="35D" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" src="cid:35D@goomoji.gmail" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While going to Melbourne, the bus go across plenty of such smaller (or shall I say smallest) towns. I wonder how people live there, what do they do for a living. On one day, I want to break my journey and stay one or two days and talk to the locals to understand the life in such towns. Some day. &lt;img goomoji="343" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" src="cid:343@goomoji.gmail" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's the point of the blabbering post? You just need to slow down, spend some time to understand and appreciate country living. Not many people have that gift.&lt;img goomoji="510" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" src="cid:510@goomoji.gmail" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to move on from here, one day. I will be missing Hamilton for the rest of my life. &lt;img goomoji="364" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" src="cid:364@goomoji.gmail" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11430097-8876308838461751151?l=www.thirumurugan.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Terrorist attacks are nothing new, it's been like this in the developing nations for over a decade. The world took a serious note only after 9/11. &lt;b&gt;No country is safe from terrorism/terrorists.&lt;/b&gt; A few weeks ago, I was talking (listening) to retired police officer in the regional victoria. He said, &lt;b&gt;"The traffic and crime are people's problems.&lt;/b&gt; If people are vigilant all the time, no incidents would happen. Only a few men can't make it happen". Terrorism is also a people's problem. No Government / Secret Agency will help us to predict such activity. It's about finding answers to the questiond 'How do you stop terrorists/terrorism?', 'How will you and your family react to an act of terrorism?' and 'Do you have a plan in place to fight terrorism?'.  Here are my initial thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Governments can do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any Government, be it USA, UK Australia or India, should detach religion from terrorism. &lt;b&gt;Give up the prejudice that people of ONLY some religion are practising terrorism&lt;/b&gt;. That kind of prejudice will easily let the real culprits off the hook. &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Try to solve the core issue of terrorists, if you can. They might have a valid reason to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Follow money. Track where money is being sent/received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Reward citizens who give vital information about a suspected activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Media can do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;b&gt;media need not 'celebrate' terrorism/terrorists&lt;/b&gt; on the front page / news coverage with full-coloured photos. The way they reported the recent blasts on the front page and coverage as 'how big', 'how devastating' and 'how spectacular', anyone who seeks glory might try taking up a career in terrorism. Terrorists objective is to induce fear with the public, with the help of media, they are achieving it every time. If I have the power, I would call the media people and ask not to report any terrorist activities from this moment. NO - not even a word.I don't care about the 'freedom of press'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publish good stories&lt;/b&gt; - the stories of people who have fought against hardships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Media can choose 'Good Citizens of the Year' from each State, Locality to show that persons who practise good ethics, values will be rewarded. This would make everyone believe that if you do good, you will receive good.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Citizens (we) can do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keep your eyes wide open&lt;/b&gt;. If we assume there are about 10% of total population are terrorists, non-terrorists - we are the majority. 90% good people can have their eyes on on those 10% terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Report to Police/Government as soon as you see something suspicious.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talk to your kids.&lt;/b&gt; Teach moral values to your children. Be responsible for their actions. Monitor their friends/connections even if they are grown-ups. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's your turn. 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Yes, the one who predicts what&amp;#39;s coming to your life. When you are confused, when you are presented with two equally-good choices, when you are tired and stressed out or like when you are feeling exceptionally curious. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;I have decided to get a sneak preview of what&amp;#39;s going to come in my life by going to an astrologer. It doesn&amp;#39;t matter what I am going to hear, good or bad things, I take them as such. I am not going to worry much about what&amp;#39;s coming as I always encounter them when I face them. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;I am not a big fan of &amp;#39;Daily Horoscopes&amp;#39; but, skimming through a weekly, monthly and yearly predictions is what I enjoy (and forget).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If the predictions for my starsign (zodiac sign) is not good, I read all the others and choose the best one for myself. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;I got the following report which describes my character based on my birth date and time. Let us do a check. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The most unique feature of a Kumbha (Aquarius) man is his progressive nature. (Prediction)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Very true. For me, standing at one place is near to death. Progress is life. (My comment)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He has a liberal attitude to life allowing for give and take with a humane approach to all his actions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Again, well said. I take a quite, liberal stand on an issue and listen to both sides of the argument. I wouldn&amp;#39;t want to hurt anyone and believe a WIN-WIN situation is always possible.&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;He is a soft-hearted person accepting people as they are while arresting his judgement about them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, I do not pre-judge a person based on hearsay. I accept them as they are and my friends already know this. They can be themselves without worrying about me judging them. &lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;He is likely to have a philosophical approach towards life, with a deep interest in meditation and may quite often enjoy being in solitude musing about all aspect of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Philosphy? Sweet. I guess, there are only two kinds of people those who know there is a philosophical approach to life and those who are not aware of it yet. Meditation, thinking to myself in solitutude - just love it. But, I am not an anti-social person either.&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;His friends and dear ones may find it difficult to know and understand his actions or emotions as he is quiet secretive about his plans and actions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shh..yes, being secertive is pleasant. But, I have no adulterated unitention to upset anyone (No killer plans!).&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;He will be appreciated by many, &amp;amp; will win many loyalists due to his noble thoughts &amp;amp; deeds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mmm..I should ask my friends, fans and followers (!) if this statement is true. :-p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As he grows, he tends to improve his memory and the ability to resolve conflicts in his personal and professional life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Spot on. I can diffuse any tense situation if called at the right moment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He respects and takes his work seriously and will display his special skills at whatever he undertakes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That&amp;#39;s right. If I take up a work (or a hobby), there will be no mocking around. Either be the best or don&amp;#39;t be there at all.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11430097-3294498430260461640?l=www.thirumurugan.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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