<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319</id><updated>2011-12-23T22:47:54.050+05:30</updated><category term='Story'/><category term='leisure'/><category term='ponderings'/><category term='travel'/><category term='poem'/><category term='world around me'/><category term='personal'/><category term='funny'/><category term='society'/><category term='cool tool'/><category term='books'/><category term='family'/><category term='celebrations'/><category term='i hate'/><category term='random jottings'/><category term='passtime'/><category term='blog'/><category term='nostalgic'/><category term='city gritty'/><title type='text'>Sandy's Fantasy</title><subtitle type='html'>“The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don't know the difference between reality and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it really happened.”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-1437449120906866396</id><published>2011-06-07T00:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-07T00:05:46.631+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Revisit to UK - 1</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!!! Hope you all are doing great. Just came back to blog about the updates. Job is going great. And i got the chance to visit UK again. The flight was long and tiring, obviously it would be tiring after 15 hours of journey. As I landed Heathrow airport, the weather was overcast. I enjoyed my way back to the guest house, seeing the lush green scenery, freshened by the drizzles from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-1437449120906866396?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/1437449120906866396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=1437449120906866396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/1437449120906866396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/1437449120906866396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2011/06/revisit-to-uk-1.html' title='Revisit to UK - 1'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-4281337987661746860</id><published>2011-02-25T18:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-25T18:33:50.047+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Travel Travel and lots of Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lxdWuNfWZSM/TWel5TF29sI/AAAAAAAAA70/vQi889Rk4Ww/s1600/DSC00022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lxdWuNfWZSM/TWel5TF29sI/AAAAAAAAA70/vQi889Rk4Ww/s200/DSC00022.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apple tree view from my room. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Hello guys. How you all doing? Again posting after a lot of gap in between. The reason being I have been travelling a lot these days. I am enjoying every moment of it. In the last three months I have visited 2 countries. Always my dream was to travel and meet a lot of people around the world and the current job is helping me in realizing the same.&lt;br /&gt;First I had been to Oxfordshire in UK for a project. The exact place was Milton Park. It was a country side and needless to say it was so so beautiful. I could see apple tree from my window. Wow!!!! Now thats a sight. The people in UK were great. They were very helpful and good natured. The weather was extremely cold and do you believe that i was seeing snowfall for the first time in my life. It was mind boggling experience. The food was here was not really spicy, especially if you consider the fact that i come from India and we eat very hot and spicy food. But i liked it. I tried ham and bacon and beef which i had never eaten before and it wasnt too bad. Days were really short, like sun would come out at about 8 and set at 4:30!!! My only regret while I visited UK was i couldn't see place and I know i am at fault, too scared to go out anywhere alone. London was 1 and half hour away from where i was staying and it snowed frequently and since the days were really short i was not courageous enough to go out anywhere alone. All in all I had a very good time in UK. &lt;br /&gt;Then I had the opportunity to go to Riyadh for giving a training on the technology that I am working. Riyadh is soooo beautiful at night. From the air you would be blinded by the brilliant lighting in the city. During training i got to meet people from Syria and Lebanon and Saudi. It was so nice meeting them all. The city is very well planned and the roads and the street lights and the huge buildings just leave you awestruck. The people here are really good-natured, very polite and very friendly. They are really generous when it comes to hospitality. I was invited to a dinner which was hosted by the good person who was our company's partner and i know i couldn't thank him enough. The food was spicier than what it was in UK but not spicy enough by Indian standards but i know Indian habit of eating spicy food is the extreme.&lt;br /&gt;I will try to write again when i get free time and have something to share. Till then its CYA from me who is waiting at Riyadh airport for my flight back to India. Keep smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.” – &lt;span class="aptureLink " id="apture_prvw7"&gt;&lt;span class="aptureLinkIcon" style="background-position: right -1348px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="aptureLink snap_noshots" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry%20Miller"&gt;Henry Miller&lt;span id="goog_1002922608"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1002922609"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-4281337987661746860?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/4281337987661746860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=4281337987661746860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/4281337987661746860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/4281337987661746860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2011/02/travel-travel-and-lots-of-travel.html' title='Travel Travel and lots of Travel'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lxdWuNfWZSM/TWel5TF29sI/AAAAAAAAA70/vQi889Rk4Ww/s72-c/DSC00022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-1074247488401505222</id><published>2010-11-04T00:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-04T00:24:49.009+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world around me'/><title type='text'>Workaholic Me :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/TNGvlVoXyCI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/7QK9zKfE2U8/s1600/workaholic-conference-call_%7Ek0545317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/TNGvlVoXyCI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/7QK9zKfE2U8/s1600/workaholic-conference-call_%7Ek0545317.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its long time i haven't blogged, and there was a reason for it. I have been engrossed in many activities. Let me place it like this, since the last blog post that i made, i have changed my company, i have travelled to two places away from my home, i have been trying to make a name for myself and believe me it was wonderful roller coaster ride!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the old company was never easy. It was my first company and i will cherish that forever. I miss all my colleagues and superiors and boss, who have become my good friends. I got everything from my first company, but then if you ask me why did i leave, the only answer would be i needed to learn more. I didn't want my knowledge to get stagnant. Sometimes it gets really tough for a person like me who brings emotions first to understand that in professional world you need to move on to reach new heights. I am sad that i miss all my friends because this was were it all began, this was were i learned what i know, this was where which helped me in giving an identity and probably after 3 or 4 decades from now if i am alive, i will be telling my grandkids that Asite was my first company. Touchwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joining the new company is a thrill. I find here many young and new energy and the company growing at unstoppable speed and i am so glad that i am a part of it. My role here is quite different with what i had in last company and i have to be updated every time which is what i like most. I have started giving back to community in which i am learning, helping others and learning all the time as i do all these. I went to Gurgaon away from home for the first time for work related stuff and it was a good learning experience. I am right now in Bangalore for another project and may be day after tomorrow will be going back home after 3 long months. I had some good and bitter experience in the later project but i have to take it as something to learn. One thing i love about the projects away from my hometown is that i get to travel, see new places and make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what life has in store for me next!!! Whatever it is "Bring it on...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by."&lt;br /&gt;— Douglas Adams&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-1074247488401505222?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/1074247488401505222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=1074247488401505222&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/1074247488401505222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/1074247488401505222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2010/11/workaholic-me.html' title='Workaholic Me :)'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/TNGvlVoXyCI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/7QK9zKfE2U8/s72-c/workaholic-conference-call_%7Ek0545317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-7139879796627863571</id><published>2009-09-28T20:43:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:01:16.781+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world around me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random jottings'/><title type='text'>Back from Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SsDVU2g3NcI/AAAAAAAAA2s/x3NRHcvhsAU/s1600-h/Hiatus_Sign_by_nidhi_rathish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SsDVU2g3NcI/AAAAAAAAA2s/x3NRHcvhsAU/s320/Hiatus_Sign_by_nidhi_rathish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386539708542563778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been such a long time blogging, i missed all of you. Couldnt blog coz had lots of work. I dont know, when next i will blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how are you all doin'? I have seen that  some of the blogs I regularly visited are not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's running so fast and days are hard to catch. Amidst all of it, I feel that i am losing some precious moments. I am forgetting to live!!! I am faking happiness and smile. Wish i could break away and be free. But there's a competitive world out there and i have to run along with all and there's no escape!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to write more... but dont know when!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all {{hugs}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-7139879796627863571?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/7139879796627863571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=7139879796627863571&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/7139879796627863571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/7139879796627863571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-from-hiatus.html' title='Back from Hiatus'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SsDVU2g3NcI/AAAAAAAAA2s/x3NRHcvhsAU/s72-c/Hiatus_Sign_by_nidhi_rathish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-3756658072547330638</id><published>2008-08-03T09:25:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:37:43.783+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Happy Friendship Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SJUtI-Kf8-I/AAAAAAAAAmc/xET_araQes0/s1600-h/Friendship_by_aki27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SJUtI-Kf8-I/AAAAAAAAAmc/xET_araQes0/s400/Friendship_by_aki27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230136174409937890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Friendship day guys. Thanks for being my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;"I cannot build a mountain or catch a rainbow fair but let me be what I know best- A friend who's always there." - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Sandra Lewis Pringle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/688995305162847319-3756658072547330638?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/3756658072547330638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=3756658072547330638&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/3756658072547330638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/3756658072547330638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-friendship-day.html' title='Happy Friendship Day'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SJUtI-Kf8-I/AAAAAAAAAmc/xET_araQes0/s72-c/Friendship_by_aki27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-6419831154508868424</id><published>2008-07-26T09:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-26T09:41:44.654+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgic'/><title type='text'>Addicted!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SIqjZRMZFPI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ONDbDntzpHg/s1600-h/ahumada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SIqjZRMZFPI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ONDbDntzpHg/s320/ahumada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227169972024317170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For past two weeks, I haven’t been able to visit my blog friends, I m sorry about that. (I really missed you guys. But there were some reasons behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost reason --&gt; Rains. Due to rains that we received fortnight ago telephone lines were under water and that means no internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second reason may be I was feeling that I was really addicted to internet. From the day internet connection was down I would switch on the modem every 5 minutes or so to check whether I could browse, but only to find that i couldn’t, made me more desperate. This continued for some days when I finally visited the cybercafé and posted the last entry It came to me that I am so dependant on cyber world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was in school till 12th Standard i didn’t have a computer. Computer in those days was considered luxury and i remember myself once visiting my friend’s home, for he had asked me to pay visit, as he had brought a new PC. I was mesmerized by the games he played like age of empires 1 and NFS, so colorful they were(As the games I had played in computer lab of our school was Prince of Persia the old Dos version)! He didn’t allow me to even touch the keyboard and i really envied him. Deep inside my heart a desire to pursue some degree which has Computer associated with it grew strong, for that would force my father to buy me one PC and i could play games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily by god's grace i got an engineering seat in Information Technology and my dreams came true. And then the games, the internet, all came with it. Although nowadays I don’t play games, but internet, it has become part and parcel of my life. I have become restless without it.&lt;br /&gt;So i made up my mind, unless the internet connection becomes stable, I wouldn’t surf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Whim, Hannah, Robin and Parth and all others for caring about me. Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Why is it drug addicts and computer aficionados are both called users? Clifford Stoll&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-6419831154508868424?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/6419831154508868424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=6419831154508868424&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/6419831154508868424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/6419831154508868424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/07/addicted.html' title='Addicted!!!'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SIqjZRMZFPI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ONDbDntzpHg/s72-c/ahumada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-4856238232949425490</id><published>2008-07-13T11:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-13T11:08:49.991+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world around me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city gritty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>Inculcating Discipline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SHmU2vToPAI/AAAAAAAAAl0/i_jZ9efE4Kw/s1600-h/Discipline_by_jagerdelights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SHmU2vToPAI/AAAAAAAAAl0/i_jZ9efE4Kw/s320/Discipline_by_jagerdelights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222368911045442562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When standing in queue for bus I often get annoyed by the people who don’t follow rules and just barge in to get inside the bus. Are we fools standing in queue for long?  Are they the kings who just make their own rule and make their way into the bus without standing in line waiting for their turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate, when discipline, that is set, is broken. It really gets to the nerves when people don’t follow the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday an event surprised me even more. We all were standing in queue at the bus stop. A woman arrived with her kid who was not more than 5 years old. She gave one glance at the queue and made up her mind not to stand in the queue. She whispered to her kid that when the bus arrives just sneak in from between, get in the bus  and make a seat for her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pitied her, for the fact that, this is how discipline is inculcated. When no importance is given to rules and when mother herself asks her kid to break the rule the society would be no better. Mind you I m not blaming the whole society but just one part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw due to the rain it seems my internet connection is down. Weekends have been boring when there is no gmail and orkuting around. So after may be one and half years or so I m surfing from the cyber café. The sticky keyboard, small monitor, tiny cubicle, ha ha ha, back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Because of their size, parents may be difficult to discipline properly -  P. J. O'Rourke.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-4856238232949425490?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/4856238232949425490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=4856238232949425490&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/4856238232949425490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/4856238232949425490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/07/inculcating-discipline.html' title='Inculcating Discipline'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SHmU2vToPAI/AAAAAAAAAl0/i_jZ9efE4Kw/s72-c/Discipline_by_jagerdelights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-7739972934387720916</id><published>2008-07-05T22:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-05T22:48:42.950+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SG-iMevg85I/AAAAAAAAAkc/NDNdnAiBIb0/s1600-h/Tired_by_XxBirtaxX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SG-iMevg85I/AAAAAAAAAkc/NDNdnAiBIb0/s200/Tired_by_XxBirtaxX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219568828440179602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am tired. Will sleep. See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;He who runs behind truck is exhausted, he who runs in front of truck is tired&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-7739972934387720916?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/7739972934387720916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=7739972934387720916&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/7739972934387720916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/7739972934387720916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/07/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SG-iMevg85I/AAAAAAAAAkc/NDNdnAiBIb0/s72-c/Tired_by_XxBirtaxX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-6731550907984137833</id><published>2008-06-26T23:29:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T00:07:55.267+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world around me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hate'/><title type='text'>i - Count</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SGPgksb5vkI/AAAAAAAAAkU/ygf2x-C60Rs/s1600-h/nfoea3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 89px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SGPgksb5vkI/AAAAAAAAAkU/ygf2x-C60Rs/s200/nfoea3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216259714433269314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok this post is for all those who put the rest aside and talk about just the ‘&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;’. I am the greatest, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;can do this, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can do that. For all those who refuse to see others, just talks about himself as if he is the current big thing. For all those who believe that when he says the sun rises from the west, then we must take it for granted that it is the universal truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, speak out. How many times have you used that I today and all those so called great things, that you supposed you did, did you do.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; will give you some examples. Consider them as of the highest magnitude, would rate them 10 on 10, most hypothetical ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can climb Mt.Everest with my hands, myself all upside down!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can swim Atlantics with both my feet and hands tied!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;write some lines in braces and when I compile and run the program it never fails, absolutely no error!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; practice boxing with punching bags filled with pebbles!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; taught lions how to roar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Street flooded with thousands of people make way for me on hearing the sound of the footsteps that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; take a mile away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;If you can think of something that you have done in one of the 1000th part of what has been mentioned above, speak it out. It sure would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for? Begin the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;-Count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;First we practice sin, then defend it, then boast of it.  -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thomas Manton&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-6731550907984137833?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/6731550907984137833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=6731550907984137833&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/6731550907984137833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/6731550907984137833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-count.html' title='i - Count'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SGPgksb5vkI/AAAAAAAAAkU/ygf2x-C60Rs/s72-c/nfoea3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-7998518650367328345</id><published>2008-06-22T09:09:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:18:39.102+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passtime'/><title type='text'>Weekend movie - 'Bridge to Terabithia'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SF3Lh2YAezI/AAAAAAAAAjc/LLNEIzsGh0o/s1600-h/2007_bridge_to_terabithia_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SF3Lh2YAezI/AAAAAAAAAjc/LLNEIzsGh0o/s200/2007_bridge_to_terabithia_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214547725957233458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday i watched 'Bridge to Terabithia'. I decided to watch it thinking it to be fantasy movie, but it was more than that. I really liked it, made me go in tears near climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A must watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Everyone leaves footprints in your memory, but the ones that leave footprints in your heart are the ones you will truly remember.”  - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nicholas Sperling&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-7998518650367328345?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/7998518650367328345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=7998518650367328345&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/7998518650367328345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/7998518650367328345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/06/weekend-movie-bridge-to-terabithia.html' title='Weekend movie - &apos;Bridge to Terabithia&apos;'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SF3Lh2YAezI/AAAAAAAAAjc/LLNEIzsGh0o/s72-c/2007_bridge_to_terabithia_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-8943686825253942678</id><published>2008-06-17T21:23:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-18T07:50:00.426+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world around me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city gritty'/><title type='text'>Being a Cry baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; text-align: center; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hukes/48158499/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/27/48158499_a86dc51649_t.jpg" alt="&amp;quot;... but the bee almost died, mommy!&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-family:arial;font-size:75;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hukes/48158499/"&gt;"... but the bee almost died, mommy!"&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/hukes/"&gt;hukes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a crowded bus; absolutely jam packed, no place even to put a foot hold. I was standing along with rest, getting and giving a few pushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady in her mid-twenties with a kid not more than 2 years old somehow turned up besides me. It was hard for her, coz not only she had to hold her crying baby but also to maintain her balance in the speeding bus. As always is the case a good old kind man offered his seat to the lady(was a window seat and the lady argued with the other man who was sitting in the corner that she wanted the window seat for some fresh air).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby didn’t stop crying. The mother was at her wit's end trying to stop the kid from crying. She made faces, made strange noises to make the little one laugh, but in vain. She then tried to show him something through the window. He stopped crying for maybe 2 seconds or so, looking in the dark as far as his eyes could see. But then it didn’t interest him and he again started crying. May be he had seen enough imaginary things, that his mother had shown previous times, when he cried, that he knew now well of her tricks and wouldn’t fall for such bait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He again continued to cry as if it was his duty. I was amazed by the kid's energy and determination to cry that long for no reason; it was more of a dry cry though, as his tears had mostly dried up and it was just the voice 'waaaaaaaaaaa' that was carrying on. He tried to kick and refused to stay in control, never minding that he would fall. I think the reason behind it would be, he was so confident that his mother would hold onto him tightly and wouldn’t let him fall no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last they got down at their stop. How stubborn a child can be in his kiddy days? Adamant, obstinate, uncompromising, crying for toys, chocolates or for no damn reason as I had then witnessed. Being a child has its own advantage, don’t you agree? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-8943686825253942678?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/8943686825253942678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=8943686825253942678&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/8943686825253942678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/8943686825253942678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/06/being-cry-baby.html' title='Being a Cry baby'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/27/48158499_a86dc51649_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-9135856250193876156</id><published>2008-06-13T22:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:45:14.074+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random jottings'/><title type='text'>Nothing's Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFKjyp_-SqI/AAAAAAAAAio/Ef356SWVVvE/s1600-h/521003_after_rain_serie__5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFKjyp_-SqI/AAAAAAAAAio/Ef356SWVVvE/s200/521003_after_rain_serie__5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211407809484049058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...The sun shone brightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The sky was clearer and bluer than ever before. The brilliant light bestowed the earth. Giving new energy to every form of life. The brilliant light bestowed the great forests. Giving life to shrunken and sleepy leaves with the morning dew, making it flutter merrily. Making the flowers bloom in full glory. The sweet chirpings of birds filled the air. The brilliant light bestowed the vast blue oceans. Making it look like a treasure trove with uncountable number of sparkling diamonds stretching out as far as your eyes can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then from nowhere the clouds made its way. Dark and evil it spread around like an epidemic. The air was filled with sounds of thunderstorms. Earth trembled. Leaves shrunk away. Birds cried. Oceans turned gray. A shriek of pain was heard.&lt;br /&gt;Darkness was getting blacker. And then when all hopes were lost and when it seemed this darkness had no end,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun shone brightly....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-9135856250193876156?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/9135856250193876156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=9135856250193876156&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/9135856250193876156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/9135856250193876156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothings-forever.html' title='Nothing&apos;s Forever'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFKjyp_-SqI/AAAAAAAAAio/Ef356SWVVvE/s72-c/521003_after_rain_serie__5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-8245816751222624338</id><published>2008-06-07T10:02:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-07T10:13:48.551+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world around me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hate'/><title type='text'>Angry - Who me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SEoRIHGCJYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/hftrdNMhCxw/s1600-h/743955_a_tad_angry_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SEoRIHGCJYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/hftrdNMhCxw/s200/743955_a_tad_angry_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208994750048380290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret&lt;/span&gt;", says &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ambrose_Bierce"&gt;Ambrose Bierce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;How i wish i could do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been a guy who seldom gets angry. But of late i get annoyed ever and anon. I hole up my emotions within me and don’t like to showcase it in public. I normally take a backseat when it comes to retaliating with words. So, it goes within me, within my heart, my mind all concealed up. But then too much stuffing gives me headache thinking about the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to be alone when i am angry, so that i don’t speak with anyone and gradually get over it. Or i pray that i get angry during nights so that i can sleep over it. I said i hate to display emotions to the world but when it comes to my family i disembark my anger to them. And it’s just like i lost control of my tongue and am blabbering out absolute rubbish. The reason for not holding up my anger in front my parents (especially my mom) is maybe i think that they can understand me and my frustration. But then when I am alone and i think of it i feel like 'hell, what have i done? Why did i behave like that?' And then straightway go to my mom end up with lots of sorry and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s not just me but everyone gets annoyed; turmoil of annoyance, sirocco of exasperation, whatever you call it, though most of us don’t admit it or display it. I know anger is a normal human emotion and to never feel annoyed is just like never be fully human. But i want to have more control over it. It should be like i must be governing anger and not the other way round. I don’t want to be a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Strange_Case_of_Dr_Jekyll_and_Mr_Hyde"&gt;Mr. Hyde&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.”  - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord Buddha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-8245816751222624338?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/8245816751222624338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=8245816751222624338&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/8245816751222624338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/8245816751222624338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/06/angry-who-me.html' title='Angry - Who me?'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SEoRIHGCJYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/hftrdNMhCxw/s72-c/743955_a_tad_angry_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-5629270462598017510</id><published>2008-05-26T22:10:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:35:01.259+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city gritty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Waiting for my Bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SDrtb9sgT2I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/LlVgCt42kDU/s1600-h/f1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SDrtb9sgT2I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/LlVgCt42kDU/s200/f1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204733384053509986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Standing alone on roadside,&lt;br /&gt;Watching never-ending traffic tide&lt;br /&gt;The horns, the beeps, the smoke&lt;br /&gt;Overshadowing the dusky eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has the time to see&lt;br /&gt;Blue to red turning sky?&lt;br /&gt;Busy street busy people&lt;br /&gt;Rushing home in vehicle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I stand and wait&lt;br /&gt;Near malls lights so bright&lt;br /&gt;My bus I am so eagerly looking&lt;br /&gt;Soon along with all i'll be hiding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-5629270462598017510?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/5629270462598017510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=5629270462598017510&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/5629270462598017510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/5629270462598017510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/05/waiting-for-my-bus.html' title='Waiting for my Bus'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SDrtb9sgT2I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/LlVgCt42kDU/s72-c/f1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-7442698167360736003</id><published>2008-05-24T21:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:12:50.896+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>When nothing goes as you Wish !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SDg3StsgTvI/AAAAAAAAAeM/UDrc4Gb5hFs/s1600-h/919686_lucky_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SDg3StsgTvI/AAAAAAAAAeM/UDrc4Gb5hFs/s200/919686_lucky_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203970164070043378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20th  May Tues 9:35pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it struck to me that on 22nd May it was my parent’s 24th Wedding anniversary. You bet I was excited. Was thinking of where to go on 22nd and what all things to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21st  May Wed 5pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thrilled for the D-day. I had also enquired with friends where could i find one Mexican restaurant. I thought it would be a change to try some new restaurant. A sort of happiness which can’t be explained overflowed my face with a smile now and then. I searched for the restaurant suggested by my friend in wikimapia. I hoped i am not assigned any tough work so that i can reach home tomorrow early.&lt;br /&gt;After reaching home  i told my parents that we would go to Pastamania for dinner and then go to Iskon Mega mall as we hadn’t seen this new mega mall. Just then my father received a call. It changed expression of his face. As soon as the call ended he called someone. We asked what the matter was. He told with a serious tone Monu(one of my cousins working in jamnagar) is not well. Suffering from jaundice and also suspected of possible chickenpox (although not sure about it). Father announced that Monu will come tomorrow and will depart to kerala on 23rd, early morning by flight. He told that he has talked to travel agent about flight ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that came to me was '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22nd  May Thurs 5:30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up startled in the morning to hear that entire hullabaloo going on in the front. I thought he must have arrived and thought not to give him warmest of welcome. But one look at him and my thought of anguish vanished. He was so lean and he looked as if he was a personification of illness. He was not alone, was accompanied by two other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my chores early and decided to reach office before time. Reason: First, our small home became overcrowded and if i leave early it meant more space. Second, my mom insisted me that i don’t stay coz if he had chickenpox then it might spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed from the fact that nothing went according to plan and i couldn’t even manage to wish them coz i never got a moment when both of them were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23rd May Fri 6:45am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving Monu to the airport Dad reached home and i found myself saying to my parents "Belated Wedding Anniversary wishes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It often happens to me that whenever i wish something to happen and m waiting for that particular moment eagerly it never happens.  Just as unexpected surprises coming ur way brings extreme joy, expected events not happening according to your wish brings extreme distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;'We cannot wish for that we know not.' - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voltaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-7442698167360736003?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/7442698167360736003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=7442698167360736003&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/7442698167360736003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/7442698167360736003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-nothing-goes-as-you-wish.html' title='When nothing goes as you Wish !'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SDg3StsgTvI/AAAAAAAAAeM/UDrc4Gb5hFs/s72-c/919686_lucky_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-3792368896695341979</id><published>2008-05-20T22:13:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-20T23:58:05.273+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city gritty'/><title type='text'>Mad ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SDMPzxRotQI/AAAAAAAAAds/A3-x2pN3VVk/s1600-h/rickshaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SDMPzxRotQI/AAAAAAAAAds/A3-x2pN3VVk/s200/rickshaw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202519376618108162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7:15 pm standing at ‘Iskon bus stop’ waiting for the bus really pissed me off. Standing for 15 long minutes and seeing the crowd that was gathering for getting in the bus was increasing exponentially and also knowing the fact that yesterday it took nearly an hour (about 8:30pm may be) to get in the bus, I decided to venture out for a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Public_transport"&gt;Shuttle &lt;/a&gt;Rickshaw. I thought i will somehow make it to ‘&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ahmedabad%27s_Darwajas"&gt;Lal Darwaza&lt;/a&gt;’ by rickshaw and from there I will have numerous options to reach home as Lal Darwaza is a major stop. Was it the right decision?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well the rickshaw driver stuffed up 4 at the back and 2 at the front and I thought how's he gonna drive. For me it was lucky I got extreme end portion of the rickshaw although the other 3 who were super heavyweights squashed me up to pulp, it really didn’t &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;matter as at least I got some air to breathe. And then the rickshaw took off. No traffic signals, no traffic rules, no &lt;b style=""&gt;DAMN DRIVING RULES&lt;/b&gt; from the book, it was just the hardcore driving that I had ever witnessed. A feeling like I was in some &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.in/url?sa=t&amp;amp;ct=res&amp;amp;cd=2&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FNeed_for_Speed_series&amp;amp;ei=FxgzSKWPGYfA6gOq-_zODw&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNEMUn0AQXUabXO_PGsGjSMGI5xu5g&amp;amp;sig2=mAV_VF6N0QMmDS8MOyJYzg"&gt;NFS &lt;/a&gt;car sitting and experiencing all those mad driving. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A corner came and it was time to turn to right. I was expecting a hand from driver to come out and signal other drivers coming from the back. Surprisingly it was a leg that popped out. I saw a destination for me - either Lal Darwaza or heaven (if god permitted me to allow in). Luckily for me two of the passengers got down in midway and that meant more space to me. In order to avoid traffic policemen, he was taking every unknown nooks and lanes. One of the passengers asked him if we were on right track. He smiled as if making fun and said leave it to him. After 5 minutes of unknown lane driving that made Ahmedabad look like a place full of pits, we came to an absolute dead end. So we had to turn back all the way where we had come, to a lane recognized by all of us and almost everyone shouted pointing the driver so loud that other commuters looked at our rickshaw as if it was filled up with a bunch of nerds.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally I reached Lal Darwaza and gleefully gave him 10 rupee note and happy at the fact that at least I made it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Two things I want to tell you all guys "Patience is still a virtue". And if you think that rollercoaster rides don't provide you enough thrill then try commuting from Iskon to Lal Darwaza in a shuttle rickshaw on a nice crowded evening!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-3792368896695341979?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/3792368896695341979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=3792368896695341979&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/3792368896695341979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/3792368896695341979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/05/mad-ride.html' title='Mad ride'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SDMPzxRotQI/AAAAAAAAAds/A3-x2pN3VVk/s72-c/rickshaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-1873037993139831337</id><published>2008-05-20T21:28:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:17:55.616+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>To the Brave Fighter in the arena named LIFE</title><content type='html'>I need to get this feeling that has been there in my heart since last night since I visited one of my friend’s blog. I took it for just another blog just like me. Sometimes I felt that some of her posts had a sound of dismay. So fool of me that I didn’t have the patience to visit the blog completely. I gave no notice to Fire section that was there in the sidebar. And in one of the posts I said 'Get over it'. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well I really feel ashamed, yes I am.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later on yesterday I visited the fire section on her blog and couldn’t stop tears from my eyes. Every word, every picture, every tone had pain. Bloody visual, smell of soot and fire, that rascal jackass everything sent a shiver down my spine and to know that she was in the middle of everything left me aghast. Still she has stood up and taken the life bravely I think. I don’t think I would ever have.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SDL2HhRotPI/AAAAAAAAAdk/djLHnfMejmU/s1600-h/brave+fighter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SDL2HhRotPI/AAAAAAAAAdk/djLHnfMejmU/s200/brave+fighter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202491128618202354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She has my respect and really I feel proud to know her. I don’t know I am doing this for the first time. I have made an award for ‘&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brave Fighter&lt;/span&gt;’ and I couldn’t think anyone other than you &lt;a href="http://whimsicalnbrainpan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Whim&lt;/a&gt;. I will be glad and really honored if you accept it please. Here’s the &lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3169/2508199377_d0ff4a29f1.jpg?v=0"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. And pass on to some one you know deserves it. Love you &lt;a href="http://whimsicalnbrainpan.blogspot.com/"&gt;whim&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-1873037993139831337?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/1873037993139831337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=1873037993139831337&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/1873037993139831337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/1873037993139831337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-brave-fighter-in-arena-named-life.html' title='To the Brave Fighter in the arena named LIFE'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SDL2HhRotPI/AAAAAAAAAdk/djLHnfMejmU/s72-c/brave+fighter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-1098855259979238566</id><published>2008-05-17T17:20:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:47:29.836+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Flying with Jonathan Livingston Seagull</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SC8TDBRotJI/AAAAAAAAAc0/TwQJEgaep4E/s1600-h/Book_071405031401_T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SC8TDBRotJI/AAAAAAAAAc0/TwQJEgaep4E/s200/Book_071405031401_T.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201397037239153810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6 years, yeah that's how long i havent read a book. Book reading used to be my passion before college days and i dont know how but this habit gradually faded away. In order to be back on track i picked up a book from &lt;a href="http://www.crosswordbookstores.com/"&gt;Crossword&lt;/a&gt; last Thursday, &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonathan_Livingston_Seagull"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonathan_Livingston_Seagull"&gt; Livingston Seagull &lt;/a&gt;by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Bach"&gt;Richard Bach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Have read it today and found it interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's a short book and revolves around a seagull that is different from rest of the flock. While other seagulls just think about eating and considers flight only as an ability to do that, Jonathan loves flying. He wants to learn everything there is with flying and constantly tries to improve his flight.  In short it’s a story about searching for freedom and pursuing perfection. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;We are sometimes afraid to let ourselves go and we need company to feel safe. I guess this book shows us that we never should stop believing in ourselves. Our inner voice is important and not what others say or expect us to do or to be. But we need to know that this is a process and that we are all learners and there is no limit in pursuit of perfection.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The book is written beautifully and spreads a message to listen to your heart and do whatever to realize your dreams, to find a higher purpose for life to learn, to discover and to be free without considering any material desires, to overcome confining to just space and time and to help others understand what they really are and what they are capable to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would surely recommend you to read this book. I guarantee you will enjoy it. For those of you who want to buy it from Amazon here’s the link - &lt;a href="http://astore.amazon.com/musilove-20/detail/0743278909/105-3151933-6942010"&gt;Jonathan Livingston Seagull.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Btw learnt some new words from the book. ‘Anchovy’ is a type of fish and ‘outcast’ means a person who is rejected.&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote from the book&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Each of us is in truth an idea of the Great Gull, an unlimited idea of freedom and precision flying is a step toward expressing our real nature. Everything that limits us we have to put aside.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-1098855259979238566?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/1098855259979238566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=1098855259979238566&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/1098855259979238566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/1098855259979238566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/05/flying-with-jonathan-livingston-seagull.html' title='Flying with Jonathan Livingston Seagull'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SC8TDBRotJI/AAAAAAAAAc0/TwQJEgaep4E/s72-c/Book_071405031401_T.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-3806111750103723477</id><published>2008-05-14T12:13:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-08T10:09:07.940+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>Hiding away from Agoraphobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; text-align: center; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amandaw-w/254029106/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/121/254029106_231c6e32e8_t.jpg" alt="Agoraphobia" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amandaw-w/254029106/"&gt;Agoraphobia&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/amandaw-w/"&gt;potsrme1962&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; One of the problems i face, rather weakness i have, i must say is to cope up with  new situation, surrounding or people. It comes to me as  natural nervousness when i m surrounded with lot of people. A feeling to act as a lone man marooned among people not knowing what to do, how to behave, what to say engulfs me. In fact words dont come out, i feel sweaty all the time and it looks as if a strange sort of fear has been injected to most of my neurons making me behave the way i do.  This naturally leads to frequent silly mistakes and it just adds to my nervousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what the reason is - my introvert nature, my hatred to socializing or should i say my inability to socializing coz that'z what it is; generally hatred for some thing arises due to lack of the ability or skill to do that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising is the fact that i tend to do things better when i am alone or my conscious mind is made to believe that there is no one around. So things like chatting and blogging go well with me where in there is a level of invisibility involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the work around or solution that i have found to escape this fear is to turn a blind eye and make myself feel that there is no one around though its not possible to apply in every field. And other thing that i most often do is to be with someone that i know well wherever i go ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quote:&lt;/span&gt; I'm not exactly agoraphobic but I'm pretty close ... I'm really afraid to go out - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billy_Bob_Thornton"&gt;Billy Bob Thornton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-3806111750103723477?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/3806111750103723477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=3806111750103723477&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/3806111750103723477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/3806111750103723477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/05/absconding-agoraphobia.html' title='Hiding away from Agoraphobia'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/121/254029106_231c6e32e8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-2471672894173822160</id><published>2008-05-07T22:47:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:16:11.354+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgic'/><title type='text'>Remember me ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SCHvf4fuxjI/AAAAAAAAAUo/EpSABFXqUFc/s1600-h/Memories_by_auralis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SCHvf4fuxjI/AAAAAAAAAUo/EpSABFXqUFc/s200/Memories_by_auralis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197698775982720562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning while I was in bus, I saw a postbox -- A POSTBOX? Yes a postbox and it has been ages since I have seen that. Well it really brought back memories. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the times -- may be a decade and half ago- there were these red colored postboxes almost around every nook and corner of the city. And mummy would ask me to post those lovely blue colored inland letters to my relatives in kerala. Also every month twice or thrice postman used to knock the door to hand the letter. Also in festivals like Diwali we used to expect a colorful greeting card from our kin. I still cherish them. My mummy would read loud the letter in malayalam and everyone would curiously listen. Also while sending letter me and my bro used to give final touches in English saying 'We miss you' or so and then seal of the letter with boiled rice or glue. This letter writing didn’t just confine to home. Even in school in all the three language subjects we had i.e. English, Hindi and Gujarati we used to have this letter writing section which begins with writing address on the right side continuing to greetings - body - regards to other members of family - and then enclosing signature. Also there used to be a concept of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pen_pal"&gt;pen friends&lt;/a&gt; which was taught to us in one of the English lectures though I have never tried it myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As years have passed, things seem something like history. In an age of mobiles and mails - and low tariffs of airtimes for both local and international calls - i guess we all have stopped writing letters - or even writing for that matter. It’s been years since I wrote now - I feel more comfortable just picking up the phone and talking for that matter. Who has the time to sit and write? We don’t have time anyways. We have so much to do -job, home, malls, movies, internet,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SCHlI4fuxhI/AAAAAAAAAUY/yRP8FZ9Ck24/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SCHlI4fuxhI/AAAAAAAAAUY/yRP8FZ9Ck24/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197687385729451538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TV...and so on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To convey a message either to friends or cousins, one just logs on to one’s e-mail account, scribbles a few lines and hits the send button. Job done. It's good that we are living in a technology era where we can talk and see a guy in US at the same time compared to scene of yester years where we just rely on handwritten letters. But letters and postbox -- I miss them!! Don’t you?&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/688995305162847319-2471672894173822160?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/2471672894173822160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=2471672894173822160&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/2471672894173822160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/2471672894173822160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/05/remember-me.html' title='Remember me ???'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SCHvf4fuxjI/AAAAAAAAAUo/EpSABFXqUFc/s72-c/Memories_by_auralis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-8083038389349774608</id><published>2008-05-05T13:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:15:39.563+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hate'/><title type='text'>Elude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SB7ENB52aAI/AAAAAAAAATI/q1DrPs5nrTA/s1600-h/Elude_by_Larimar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SB7ENB52aAI/AAAAAAAAATI/q1DrPs5nrTA/s320/Elude_by_Larimar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196806748160550914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had been to a restaurant located in main city. And as it often happens it made me feel sick to be among hoards of so called upper class people. I dont know why it makes me uncomfortable to be among them. I know west has made a great influence over here but completely aping them stretches out too far. For people in the west living the lifestyle that they live is nothing new and it comes out to them as natural and they don't make fuss about it. But then people here trying to behave like them! Cut it out. Wearing fake smiles, big talks, over obese bodies wearing skin tight dresses and terming it as fashion, strong perfumes, well there is no end to them. It seems that they are seeking to  draw unnecessary attention.The only thing that came to me as relief was children. At least they were behaving according to their age full of innocent questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why but i really dont enjoy being with them call it my conservative nature or whatever u like but i dont like it at all. I know it will be difficult to avoid them as i m in IT field where money flows like water and such pompous environment cant be avoided. And i pretty much wonder will this thing lead to a gradual metamorphosis in me making me one among them. I really dont know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-8083038389349774608?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/8083038389349774608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=8083038389349774608&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/8083038389349774608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/8083038389349774608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/05/elude.html' title='Elude'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SB7ENB52aAI/AAAAAAAAATI/q1DrPs5nrTA/s72-c/Elude_by_Larimar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-2093111125366095</id><published>2008-05-02T14:20:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:15:03.981+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Pursuit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SBrWzB52Z-I/AAAAAAAAASI/F2godItjFJQ/s1600-h/21bb7d9168cbaf05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SBrWzB52Z-I/AAAAAAAAASI/F2godItjFJQ/s200/21bb7d9168cbaf05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195701292298037218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Away from this place,&lt;br /&gt;Away from the people,&lt;br /&gt;Away from noise,&lt;br /&gt;Away from tensions,&lt;br /&gt;Away from backstabs,&lt;br /&gt;Away from selfish motives,&lt;br /&gt;Away from egos,&lt;br /&gt;Away from materialism,&lt;br /&gt;Away from melancholy,&lt;br /&gt;Away from greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to run away&lt;br /&gt;I need to fly&lt;br /&gt;With wings of lightheartedness&lt;br /&gt;With a desire for Peace&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying every bit&lt;br /&gt;Of what i enjoy most&lt;br /&gt;Following the trails Of&lt;br /&gt;The Eternal Spiritual Silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-2093111125366095?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/2093111125366095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=2093111125366095&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/2093111125366095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/2093111125366095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/05/pursuit.html' title='Pursuit'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SBrWzB52Z-I/AAAAAAAAASI/F2godItjFJQ/s72-c/21bb7d9168cbaf05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-8101914357787180208</id><published>2008-04-20T19:15:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:14:36.341+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>Think about it !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SAtPtugvYpI/AAAAAAAAARA/XQz5fRKguYI/s1600-h/Hello_Hello_Hello_by_Boujou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SAtPtugvYpI/AAAAAAAAARA/XQz5fRKguYI/s320/Hello_Hello_Hello_by_Boujou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191330642472690322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all apologies for not updating my blog for a long time. Well got lazy and didn’t get a topic to brood upon and haven’t got one right now too. So I am going blurt out absolute nonsense in this post.       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hello” is a common word used when phoning anyone. Hasn’t it come as a surprise people tend to use this same word while calling or receiving calls? May be the first guy who ever used this word would have meant as a greeting and it continued as a trend. Why can’t we use ‘Hi, ‘greetings’ or any other word? I mean its ok and we can understand when the word ‘&lt;b style=""&gt;Over’&lt;/b&gt; is used in walkie talkies because it’s a two-way half-duplex channel transceiver (only one radio transmits at a time, though any number can listen). But this is really funny. And the tone used to say this word also varies. It might be sometimes said as “Hello?” or “Hello!!!” or in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gujarati_language"&gt;Gujarati&lt;/a&gt; slang ‘Haalo’. Surprising isn’t it!!&lt;br /&gt;So next time when that nokia 5300 of yours is ringing; pick it up and straight away shout a “What?” and enjoy the difference!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SAtPt-gvYqI/AAAAAAAAARI/gYGlFDBMddA/s1600-h/Drunk_Driving_Rex_in_Color_by_hankinstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SAtPt-gvYqI/AAAAAAAAARI/gYGlFDBMddA/s320/Drunk_Driving_Rex_in_Color_by_hankinstein.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191330646767657634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was reading an article on the net “&lt;a href="http://www.indianalcoholpolicy.org/drinkdrivemeet.html"&gt;Indian Alcohol Policy Alliance- Drinking Drive Meet&lt;/a&gt;”. It’s mentioned in the article &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;40% road accidents in the national highway related to drinking driving”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;40% -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This makes it a logical statement that &lt;b style=""&gt;60%&lt;/b&gt; of accidents are due to driving without drinking! &lt;b style=""&gt;This adds to the joy of drinking. &lt;/b&gt;Not promoting drinking though.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In today’s world you can’t expect people to treat you fairly only because you are a good person.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SAtPt-gvYrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/9GfRqNSk5ko/s1600-h/Ninja_Backstab_by_ellysdoghouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SAtPt-gvYrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/9GfRqNSk5ko/s320/Ninja_Backstab_by_ellysdoghouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191330646767657650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn’t it? I always try being a Mr. Nice Guy. It falsifies the favorite line of Armstrong Sir (One of my English sirs during school days) –“The world is like a mirror. Smile and the world smiles with you”. Sometimes it works but then most of the times people start taking advantage of it. And I can’t blame them either. Expecting to treat me the same way as I treat them is like expecting the lion not to attack you becoz you are a vegetarian. Howz that?&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of the most common words that come across these days while judging a person is “&lt;b style=""&gt;Attitude&lt;/b&gt;”. People of says “It’s all about attitude you show”, “He lacks good attitude”.&lt;br /&gt;Well talking about attitude reminds me of a chapter on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nasreddin"&gt;Mulla Nasruddin&lt;/a&gt; that we had in our&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SAtmjugvYtI/AAAAAAAAARg/0SX_MMVW6Dc/s1600-h/Attitude_by_primroselust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SAtmjugvYtI/AAAAAAAAARg/0SX_MMVW6Dc/s320/Attitude_by_primroselust.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191355759441437394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; school days. It was a funny guy with strange attitude. One of anecdotes revolving around him goes like this. “A ship was about to sink in the middle of sea. Everybody was running hither and thither. And among such panic Nasruddin was standing cool watching the hullabaloo. One of the aboard passengers asked – ‘Nasruddin why aren’t you running? The ship is sinking’. To which Nasruddin replied coolly – ‘So what? This ain’t my ship!!!’”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To sum it up ‘&lt;i style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attitude is not about walking as if you own the world but about walking as if you don’t care who owns the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Keep rocking guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-8101914357787180208?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/8101914357787180208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=8101914357787180208&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/8101914357787180208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/8101914357787180208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/04/think-about-it.html' title='Think about it !!!'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SAtPtugvYpI/AAAAAAAAARA/XQz5fRKguYI/s72-c/Hello_Hello_Hello_by_Boujou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-4103666490734908954</id><published>2008-03-31T13:53:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:13:58.471+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>Time Less Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What is this life if full of care&lt;br /&gt;We have no time to stand and stare&lt;/blockquote&gt;are the lines of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W.H.Davies&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leisure&lt;/span&gt;. How true his lines are. Most of us really don't have any time.&lt;br /&gt;May be its because of studies or work whatever the case . In this material world where everyone's running after money have hardly any time. Ask anybody for some time, he would say he's busy. I heard an anecdote sometime back : "After 12 hours of work wherein a father goes for job early before his son awakes and returns late night when his son has gone&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/R_Cg4SedXoI/AAAAAAAAAQg/JFeFGZE_OHQ/s1600-h/Time_by_natdatnl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/R_Cg4SedXoI/AAAAAAAAAQg/JFeFGZE_OHQ/s200/Time_by_natdatnl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183820059996151426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to sleep. The child asks his mom who is this uncle who comes home every Sunday with lot of gifts".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m not sure whom to blame. Should we blame ourselves who don't manage to spare some time or this competitive world that teaches us to follow Darwin's theory wherein we have to strive hard for survival?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way some of my friends have took to blogging. And Jay has even stuffed up couple of posts. Plz take time to read them. Here's the link:&lt;a href="http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;Le Voyage De La Vie&lt;/a&gt;'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-4103666490734908954?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/4103666490734908954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=4103666490734908954&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/4103666490734908954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/4103666490734908954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-less-tales.html' title='Time Less Tales'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/R_Cg4SedXoI/AAAAAAAAAQg/JFeFGZE_OHQ/s72-c/Time_by_natdatnl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-6327385876966370596</id><published>2008-03-19T12:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:12:58.122+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>BRAGOMANIA -I,me,myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/R-DBI0ENnfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lUh0hHCdXaw/s1600-h/Bragging_by_King_Irmc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/R-DBI0ENnfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lUh0hHCdXaw/s200/Bragging_by_King_Irmc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179351928635497970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Often i come across people who like to brag about themselves. From bus to office and back from office to home the number i encounter has greatly increased. There is no area they dont know about. They always have a point to add. And they narrate such comic stories wherein they are the hero or centre of attraction. I love to hear their strange stories. This happens mostly in the bus i travel. From laborers to guys  working in LifeStyle(mall) all love to boast about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This thing is good until one guy is a silent listener. If both are braggers then god save the rest. It normally leads to verbal debates, quarrels and even brawls. But i being a listener{here goes the word again 'I' being a listener. Bragging myself as a great listener :)} helps me judging others whether to idolize that guy or just listen. Its quite simple. 'The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   There is another type of boasting and a strange one too. Its by criticizing others. I always do feel that criticizing others or making fun of others is a form of self boasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Its quite amusing and ironical that there are very few who actually walk the talk !!! Once again no offense boaster:) Enjoy this quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mules are always boasting that their ancestors were horses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-6327385876966370596?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/6327385876966370596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=6327385876966370596&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/6327385876966370596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/6327385876966370596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/03/bragomania-imemyself.html' title='BRAGOMANIA -I,me,myself'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/R-DBI0ENnfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lUh0hHCdXaw/s72-c/Bragging_by_King_Irmc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-6574513218378425062</id><published>2008-03-16T20:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:12:26.532+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool tool'/><title type='text'>Thanks janete for this tool</title><content type='html'>Today i came across a cool personality tool thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/14981394415232999472"&gt;janete&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to it i m INFJ kinda guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;INFJs, making up an estimated 1% of all people, are the most rare type (males even more so). They are introspective, caring, sensitive, gentle and complex people that strive for peace and derive satisfaction from helping others. INFJs are highly intuitive, empathetic and dedicated listeners. These traits tend to act as a "tell me what's wrong" sign on their forehead, hence the nicknames Confidant, Counselor or Empath. INFJs are intensely private and deeply committed to their beliefs.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out what your personality is like with the below tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sandeepnair85.mypersonality.info/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/5/58644.png" alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-6574513218378425062?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/6574513218378425062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=6574513218378425062&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/6574513218378425062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/6574513218378425062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/03/thanks-janete-for-this-tool.html' title='Thanks janete for this tool'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-4075058718413941451</id><published>2008-02-27T18:11:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:11:54.677+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>Praise - A Necessity(But scarce)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/R8VbG-voSUI/AAAAAAAAAQI/x8SWcyAYSn0/s1600-h/Tudaises_by_knb891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/R8VbG-voSUI/AAAAAAAAAQI/x8SWcyAYSn0/s200/Tudaises_by_knb891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171639922584996162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often i feel that in order for a man to raise up in any field he needs praise and support by counterparts or leader along with talent and skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how talented u r whenever u step upto apply the learning in your field you need encouragement from others.'Wow nice work', 'well done' said by co-workers or lead in front of others certainly boosts confidence. On the other hand even though u r skillfull and some one tries to find faults in you in one and everything you do you feel let down. Gradually you start making mistakes unknowingly and specially when that person is watching you. Then a stage comes when you feel frightened to do the thing that once you love to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this age of competition its hard to praise others. Let me share a story of my school days that i had in one of my gujarati lectures. A sir drew a line on the board and asked students to make it short. Most of them rubbed the line from edges but that was not what sir wanted. He told u should make it short without touching the line. Finally when most of the students gave up he called his favorite student.  He came and drew a longer line besides the line the sir had drawn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally its a tendency of man to pull others leg in order to show his superiority :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline "Encourage others, unsee their mistakes and help them". I know its hard to do!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-4075058718413941451?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/4075058718413941451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=4075058718413941451&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/4075058718413941451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/4075058718413941451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/02/praise-necessitybut-scarce.html' title='Praise - A Necessity(But scarce)'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/R8VbG-voSUI/AAAAAAAAAQI/x8SWcyAYSn0/s72-c/Tudaises_by_knb891.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-3893454748756924355</id><published>2008-02-21T16:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:10:52.641+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>18 till i die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/R71V7OvoSNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NnK7huSJC9c/s1600-h/Young_man_by_valandro23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/R71V7OvoSNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NnK7huSJC9c/s320/Young_man_by_valandro23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169382423349709010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year to add on to my arsenal accounting to 23 years. Well last year i gained one promotion(professional experience), some new friends, some weight, some wealth. I lost some innocence, some patience, time to enjoy. Well i have noticed that all these that i gain or lose behaves like climbing a mountain. At first while u begin from foothill u are innocent, have time but u are dependendent less knowledge no money. Slowly as u climb and reach the pinnacle u gain knowledge and money, u are less dependent but lose on innocence and time. Then as climb down everything goes back to where you have started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very much looking coming years.&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing :- Come on what are you waiting for ? Give me birthday wishes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-3893454748756924355?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/3893454748756924355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=3893454748756924355&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/3893454748756924355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/3893454748756924355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/02/18-till-i-die.html' title='18 till i die'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/R71V7OvoSNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NnK7huSJC9c/s72-c/Young_man_by_valandro23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-5207154602007460481</id><published>2008-01-15T21:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:09:59.414+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/R4zY5_IZm7I/AAAAAAAAANw/VS1cGNCcsiM/s1600-h/Picture+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/R4zY5_IZm7I/AAAAAAAAANw/VS1cGNCcsiM/s200/Picture+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155734164143184818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful was the view&lt;br /&gt;on the mountain top&lt;br /&gt;wonderful to feel&lt;br /&gt;cool breeze on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;someone gave me a push&lt;br /&gt;heart in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;hands fluttering in sky&lt;br /&gt;i saw my death&lt;br /&gt;close and nearby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted loud&lt;br /&gt;calling for help&lt;br /&gt;But none was there to save&lt;br /&gt;I fell headlong Oh No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes to see that&lt;br /&gt;my momma was standing near&lt;br /&gt;helping me(I had fallen but from the bed)&lt;br /&gt;And it was all a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-5207154602007460481?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/5207154602007460481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=5207154602007460481&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/5207154602007460481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/5207154602007460481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/01/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/R4zY5_IZm7I/AAAAAAAAANw/VS1cGNCcsiM/s72-c/Picture+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-2325277611256286945</id><published>2008-01-12T20:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:09:39.143+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Sory if i m wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/R4jTXfIZm6I/AAAAAAAAANo/mhajPEEhAnM/s1600-h/enjoy_the_silence_by_complejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/R4jTXfIZm6I/AAAAAAAAANo/mhajPEEhAnM/s320/enjoy_the_silence_by_complejo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154602173972716450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know why&lt;br /&gt;u behaved like this&lt;br /&gt;have i done anything wrong&lt;br /&gt;or is it just ur imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried all night&lt;br /&gt;burrying my face&lt;br /&gt;into the pillow&lt;br /&gt;and hiding my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so&lt;br /&gt;whatever one does&lt;br /&gt;looks right from one angle&lt;br /&gt;and almost disaster from other&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-2325277611256286945?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/2325277611256286945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=2325277611256286945&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/2325277611256286945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/2325277611256286945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/01/sory-if-i-m-wrong.html' title='Sory if i m wrong.'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/R4jTXfIZm6I/AAAAAAAAANo/mhajPEEhAnM/s72-c/enjoy_the_silence_by_complejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-7596074547557085205</id><published>2007-08-05T20:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:09:07.841+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world around me'/><title type='text'>Innocence</title><content type='html'>Today i went to the barbers, to have haircut. Amidst all those clish clish noise of running scissors i heard a hearty giggle. I couldnt look back to see who it was . So i tried to get a glimpse and searched the mirror infront of me. And there i found a child not more than 3 yrs. He was there along with his father.&lt;br /&gt;His eyes had a strange innocence, his smile had an innocence. He was asking about everything there to his father and i became nostalgic; 18 yrs back i was like him so light, so tension free always curious to know!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-7596074547557085205?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/7596074547557085205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=7596074547557085205&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/7596074547557085205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/7596074547557085205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2007/08/innocence.html' title='Innocence'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-5473584043233384011</id><published>2007-07-25T21:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:07:52.690+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Two Face</title><content type='html'>Painted face&lt;br /&gt;comic clown&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/RqdyKpc7buI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x21e-BdiUOU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/RqdyKpc7buI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x21e-BdiUOU/s200/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091163431017082594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving people&lt;br /&gt;hearty laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heavy heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;misty eyes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick mother&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all hidden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAINTED FACE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMIC CLOWN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVING PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEARTY LAUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/688995305162847319-5473584043233384011?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/5473584043233384011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=5473584043233384011&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/5473584043233384011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/5473584043233384011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2007/07/two-face.html' title='Two Face'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/RqdyKpc7buI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x21e-BdiUOU/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-7148860365392990744</id><published>2007-07-22T11:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:07:25.512+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>A day at the temple.</title><content type='html'>Today i went to  temple along with my parents. It was so peaceful out there. I thought to upload the video, though the video is not so well captured. You can see my parents and my brother sanju there. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wzQJp5SO90w"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wzQJp5SO90w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="300" width="400"&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/688995305162847319-7148860365392990744?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/7148860365392990744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=7148860365392990744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/7148860365392990744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/7148860365392990744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-at-temple.html' title='A day at the temple.'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-332639179488234695</id><published>2007-07-19T21:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:07:05.271+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Hunted</title><content type='html'>Beautiful forest&lt;br /&gt;Sweet chirpings&lt;br /&gt;Grazing deer&lt;br /&gt;Playing monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudden gunshots&lt;br /&gt;Chaotic noises&lt;br /&gt;Flying birds&lt;br /&gt;Fallen tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/688995305162847319-332639179488234695?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/332639179488234695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=332639179488234695&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/332639179488234695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/332639179488234695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2007/07/hunted.html' title='Hunted'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-5753682734718172861</id><published>2007-07-15T22:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:06:18.459+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Agony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Torn clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Empty stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;small child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;busy street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spreading hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uncaring people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cruel world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://planetpapillon.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wizenedwizard.com/"&gt;wizenedwizard&lt;/a&gt; has posted a comment in which she has changed the look of this poem and i think it is more beautiful than mine and i feel that it should not be there in the comment so i m posting it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mended clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a garden's bounty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;small children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in a busy street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holding hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cared for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by loving ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-5753682734718172861?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/5753682734718172861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=5753682734718172861&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/5753682734718172861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/5753682734718172861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2007/07/agony.html' title='Agony'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-4266035665752027513</id><published>2007-07-14T22:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:05:22.924+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>PotterMania lives!</title><content type='html'>Today along with my brother went to see "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;". All i can say was superb. I cant tell what was more good "The superb story line" or "The wonderful direction". I think it was a combination of both. The music and sound effects simply mind blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sirius Black&lt;/span&gt; though. One of the dialogues he had with Harry was really good. When Harry says to Sirius Black that he didnt know why he's getting angry and there is some sort of connection between him and &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lord Voldemort &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and he is feeling that he is becoming bad. Sirius explains to him that everyone has good and bad inside oneself and it depends completely on him what he lets to dominate. That was really marvellous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-4266035665752027513?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/4266035665752027513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=4266035665752027513&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/4266035665752027513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/4266035665752027513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2007/07/pottermania-lives.html' title='PotterMania lives!'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-892091177869463992</id><published>2007-07-13T23:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:04:25.314+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>In the end it doesnt even matter.</title><content type='html'>Just 2 days to go. Raj with his ever concerned face took the Economics text book and began to swap pages.&lt;br /&gt;"My Goodness 413 pages" he despaired. "When am i going to do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time he remembered all those days when he had lavished with his friends,bunked the classes to watch movie or go on date with girlfriend or chatting time out in canteens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Had i studied a little at that hour of time then i wouldnt have to face this", he choked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any way i will do it" saying so he took his book and 100 pages notes with him. Noon,evening and night passed by but he didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last the d-day arrived. His eyes were all tired. He needed a good sleep. He had already made up his mind to get a good sleep after this exam as the next exam was English. So easy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deciding so he went to washbin and washed his face to shoo away the sleepiness.&lt;br /&gt;The bell rang and he entered the exam hall.&lt;br /&gt;While papers were distributed he closed his eyes to recall all that he had studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper was on his desk.&lt;br /&gt;He rubbed his eyes. Was he dreaming. He pinched himself. "Ouch", thats paining. So it was not a dream after all.&lt;br /&gt;Paper had all sorts of funny equations and formulaes. Its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maths Paper!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/688995305162847319-892091177869463992?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/892091177869463992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=892091177869463992&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/892091177869463992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/892091177869463992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-end-it-doesnt-even-matter.html' title='In the end it doesnt even matter.'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-1329418484649259003</id><published>2007-06-28T23:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-07T10:19:35.235+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Some Customization</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Blogging is such a cool thing; you get to know lots of new people and actually make friends with them; travel distances without moving, forgetting the limits of space and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made some changes in the blog not that big and visible ones but still they are changes. Have changed labels for my posts although you find in all of the posts i have this 'personal' label. Still dont know what theme to go by, but i think it will be more of personal diary like thing with occassional poems (I know what you are thinking, ‘you call that rubbish a poem’) here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have combined the blogrolls into one removing all those classifications. For those of you who havent noticed, there is a 'Sign my Guestbook' in my sidebar. I see many of you havent signed yet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep visiting. Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{Cyber Hugs}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-1329418484649259003?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/1329418484649259003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=1329418484649259003&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/1329418484649259003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/1329418484649259003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-customization.html' title='Some Customization'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-7606135382862648292</id><published>2005-12-03T08:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:14:39.765+05:30</updated><title type='text'>rpc_relay</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.google.com/friendconnect/script/rpc_relay.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-7606135382862648292?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/7606135382862648292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=7606135382862648292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/7606135382862648292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/7606135382862648292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2005/12/rpcrelay.html' title='rpc_relay'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688995305162847319.post-8286269411544171615</id><published>2005-12-03T08:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:12:54.856+05:30</updated><title type='text'>canvas</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; /*&lt;br /&gt;  These styles are customizable.  &lt;br /&gt;  Provide  .canvas-gadget (the div that holds the canvas mode gadget) &lt;br /&gt;  at least 500px width so that  the gadget has sufficient screen real estate&lt;br /&gt;*/&lt;br /&gt;body {&lt;br /&gt;  margin: 0;&lt;br /&gt;  font-family:arial, sans-serif;&lt;br /&gt;  text-align:center;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;.container {&lt;br /&gt;  width:652px;&lt;br /&gt;  margin:0 auto;&lt;br /&gt;  text-align:left;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;.fc-sign-in-header {&lt;br /&gt;  text-align:left;&lt;br /&gt;  font-size: 13px;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:3px 10px;&lt;br /&gt;  border-bottom:1px solid #000000;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;.signin {&lt;br /&gt;  text-align:left;&lt;br /&gt;  float:right;&lt;br /&gt;  font-size: 13px;&lt;br /&gt;  height: 32px;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;.go-back {&lt;br /&gt;  text-align:left;&lt;br /&gt;  margin:5px auto 15px auto;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;.go-back a, .go-back a:visited {&lt;br /&gt;  font-weight:bold;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;.canvas-gadget {&lt;br /&gt;  text-align:left;&lt;br /&gt;  width:650px; /* ALLOW AT LEAST 500px WIDTH*/&lt;br /&gt;  margin:10px auto 10px auto;&lt;br /&gt;  border:1px solid #cccccc;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;.site-header {&lt;br /&gt;  margin-top: 10px;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;.section-title {&lt;br /&gt;  font-size: 2em;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;.clear {&lt;br /&gt;  clear:both;&lt;br /&gt;  font-size:1px;&lt;br /&gt;  height:1px;&lt;br /&gt;  line-height:0;&lt;br /&gt;  margin:0;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.google.com/friendconnect/script/friendconnect.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="container"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="fc-sign-in-header"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;!--REQUIRED SO VISITORS CAN SIGN IN--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class="signin" id="gadget-signin"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    var skin = {};&lt;br /&gt;    skin['BORDER_COLOR'] = '#cccccc';&lt;br /&gt;    skin['ENDCAP_BG_COLOR'] = '#e0ecff';&lt;br /&gt;    skin['ENDCAP_TEXT_COLOR'] = '#333333';&lt;br /&gt;    skin['ENDCAP_LINK_COLOR'] = '#0000cc';&lt;br /&gt;    skin['ALTERNATE_BG_COLOR'] = '#ffffff';&lt;br /&gt;    skin['CONTENT_BG_COLOR'] = '#ffffff';&lt;br /&gt;    skin['CONTENT_LINK_COLOR'] = '#0000cc';&lt;br /&gt;    skin['CONTENT_TEXT_COLOR'] = '#333333';&lt;br /&gt;    skin['CONTENT_SECONDARY_LINK_COLOR'] = '#7777cc';&lt;br /&gt;    skin['CONTENT_SECONDARY_TEXT_COLOR'] = '#666666';&lt;br /&gt;    skin['CONTENT_HEADLINE_COLOR'] = '#333333';&lt;br /&gt;    skin['ALIGNMENT'] = 'right';&lt;br /&gt;    google.friendconnect.container.renderCanvasSignInGadget({'id': 'gadget-signin'}, skin);&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;!--END REQUIRED--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class="clear"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="site-header"&gt;&lt;span class="section-title"&gt;Site Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="go-back"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;!--REQUIRED SO VISITORS CAN RETURN TO REFERRING PAGE--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="javascript:google.friendconnect.container.goBackToSite();"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ‹‹ Return home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;!--END REQUIRED--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!-- REQUIRED - THIS IS WHERE THE GADGET IS PRESENTED. ALLOW AT LEAST 500px WIDTH --&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div id="gadget-canvas" class="canvas-gadget"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  var skin = {};&lt;br /&gt;  skin['BORDER_COLOR'] = '#cccccc';&lt;br /&gt;  skin['ENDCAP_BG_COLOR'] = '#e0ecff';&lt;br /&gt;  skin['ENDCAP_TEXT_COLOR'] = '#333333';&lt;br /&gt;  skin['ENDCAP_LINK_COLOR'] = '#0000cc';&lt;br /&gt;  skin['ALTERNATE_BG_COLOR'] = '#ffffff';&lt;br /&gt;  skin['CONTENT_BG_COLOR'] = '#ffffff';&lt;br /&gt;  skin['CONTENT_LINK_COLOR'] = '#0000cc';&lt;br /&gt;  skin['CONTENT_TEXT_COLOR'] = '#333333';&lt;br /&gt;  skin['CONTENT_SECONDARY_LINK_COLOR'] = '#7777cc';&lt;br /&gt;  skin['CONTENT_SECONDARY_TEXT_COLOR'] = '#666666';&lt;br /&gt;  skin['CONTENT_HEADLINE_COLOR'] = '#333333';&lt;br /&gt;  google.friendconnect.container.renderUrlCanvasGadget({'id': 'gadget-canvas'}, skin);&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--END REQUIRED--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/688995305162847319-8286269411544171615?l=sandysfantasy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/feeds/8286269411544171615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=688995305162847319&amp;postID=8286269411544171615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/8286269411544171615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688995305162847319/posts/default/8286269411544171615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysfantasy.blogspot.com/2005/12/canvas.html' title='canvas'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vv4m6Kf0js/SFp42PgPL7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iaAl8YqxmXg/S220/my_thumb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
