<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338353212064685587</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 04 Sep 2024 19:14:42 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>A Must Read.....</category><category>Health</category><category>Mumbai</category><category>Pictures Sri Balaji in Fanaswadi</category><category>this is a story which tells you love is really beautiful....</category><category>this is a verse which is close to my heart as it was written by someone really close t o my heart..</category><title>Thoughts that make a Difference !!</title><description></description><link>http://anushasrinivas.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anusha Srinivasaraghavan)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>my I-Tunes</itunes:subtitle><itunes:category text="Technology"><itunes:category text="Gadgets"/></itunes:category><itunes:category text="Music"/><itunes:category text="Health"><itunes:category text="Fitness &amp; 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margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0QaNGzVw5cMnEQ&amp;amp;eid=115"&gt;Click here to view these pictures larger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;amp;c1=pictures&amp;amp;c2=blogger" border="0" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://anushasrinivas.blogspot.com/2009/09/pictures-from-anusha.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Subconscious Mind)</author><enclosure length="0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash;charset=UTF-8" url="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf"/><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Click here to view these pictures larger</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>Subconscious Mind</itunes:author><itunes:summary>Click here to view these pictures larger</itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Mumbai, Pictures Sri Balaji in Fanaswadi</itunes:keywords></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338353212064685587.post-7157830723099132441</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 07:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-03T13:10:26.293+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Health</category><title>Tips for Enhancing Memory</title><description>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 112, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:Consolas;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tips for Enhancing Memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 112, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Consolas;" &gt;In worklife, there are times when we want to recall some detail and we can't. For Example, name of peer/ client, schedule/ venue or time of an important meeting. In most of the cases, we can significantly improve it by following a few simple tips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Consolas;" &gt;1. Higher the depth of processing, better the recall: The more you think, reason, and comprehend, better the likelihood that you will retain and recall it later on. Good memory is a state of the active mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Consolas;" &gt;2. Interest and importance: When you are really interested, you pay greater attention and your brain releases chemicals to form deeper "symbol systems" that store memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Consolas;" &gt;3. Relaxed mind controls anxiety: Learn with a relaxed mind. Recall the learned material with a relaxed mind. High anxiety levels can impair ability to concentrate which limits the recall. If we are too anxious during an interview, we may not recall what we know very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Consolas;" &gt;4. Faith: If you believe you have a poor memory, your brain will do everything to prove you right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Consolas;" &gt;5. Depressions impair the interest levels and joy in life events. As a result too little energy is left to recall anything. We often hear this phrase "I have lost my mind” when the mind is agitated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Consolas;" &gt;6. Use your favorite sensory channel: Use symbols, Acronyms, Colours and shapes to store and represent information. If you prefer, discuss something with peers. More you process the information, lesser the chance that you would forget it. Use a combination of your sensory systems to stay organized and focused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Consolas;" &gt;References:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Consolas;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://users.ipfw.edu/abbott/120/AtkinsonShifrin.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://users.ipfw.edu/abbott/&lt;wbr&gt;120/AtkinsonShifrin.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Consolas;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Memory_processes" target="_blank"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/&lt;wbr&gt;Category:Memory_processes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Courtesy: my friend, Narasimhan :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://anushasrinivas.blogspot.com/2009/06/tips-for-enhancing-memory.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Subconscious Mind)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338353212064685587.post-8502943475401580255</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2009 08:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-27T15:11:39.828+05:30</atom:updated><title>Random Thought</title><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Random Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Last week, while I was studying for my exams and busy preparing notes for my project my mind just pondered on a thought; why is it that we are always in a hurry to do something or the other? Why is it that we never stop for a while and think about how much we are missing in our lives!! We are so engrossed in our own life that we keep on missing life’s small joys and cheerful things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Life is full of joyful and happy events which we should not miss even for a second. Think for a second, leave whatever you are doing right now and think. Think you are standing in a beach, blue skies when you look above, soft waves touch your feet, you feel the sand softer beneath your feet and the cool air around you just embraces you, where no one is there to disturb you, no meetings, nothing! Imagine that you are on a mountain top, it’s raining slightly, where cool breezy air kisses your cheeks, lifts your hair in a bounce!! All greenery around you, you soak in the air and take a deep breath…, hmmm…, sounds nice, isn’t it?? :) This is what I say is life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But is it necessary that we always need a vacation to be cheerful in life? There are many small things in life which we ignore like for example people who travel in local trains would know, kids who accompany their moms esp. girls :) the way they talk, act, laugh everything about them makes you smile. The thought of kids brings smile to my face:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Many of them I know are never interested in watching any ads while watching T.V. programs. But for just one day instead of skipping the ads if you watch it you would find it interesting enough esp. the latest ads of Vodafone about their promotional offers, the Zoozoos in the ad or the Max New York Life Insurance ad where the kid repeats words told by his father! Just the thought about the ad brought a smile to your face, isn’t it? :) I knew it. Just for one day you take a day off and spend the day with your family, you would notice the change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Life is very short and we need to keep this in mind live it to the fullest. You never get a second chance. Like Abraham Lincoln said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://anushasrinivas.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-thought.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Subconscious Mind)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338353212064685587.post-2775360378968416103</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2009 07:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-24T13:34:36.610+05:30</atom:updated><title>A Date To Be Remembered !!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I came across this article in one of my mails ... just moved my heart ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A date !&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The other woman that my wife w anted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you," I responded. "Just the two of us."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed t hat she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, "she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting".&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down,&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I had to read the menu. Large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I did to do anything for her.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I LOVE YOU!" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. Give&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://anushasrinivas.blogspot.com/2009/01/date-to-be-remembered.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Subconscious Mind)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338353212064685587.post-4552116815025269340</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 10:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-19T16:17:01.033+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">this is a verse which is close to my heart as it was written by someone really close t o my heart..</category><title>Love you forever !!</title><description>Hey I really love you You mean the most to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If words were just  enough&lt;br /&gt;You would know it is real&lt;br /&gt;But words cannot measure&lt;br /&gt;How you do  make me feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want no body else&lt;br /&gt;For you're my only desire&lt;br /&gt;My  soul only aches for you&lt;br /&gt;No way can love be higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you  the truth&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot find the time&lt;br /&gt;I want to open up my heart&lt;br /&gt;And  allow you to be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are around me&lt;br /&gt;My heart is beating so  fast&lt;br /&gt;If only you'd understand&lt;br /&gt;I know that we could last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours feel  like seconds&lt;br /&gt;And years feel like a day&lt;br /&gt;For when I am with you&lt;br /&gt;The time  just flies away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you my love, I'd die&lt;br /&gt;Just to prove that I am  true&lt;br /&gt;I'd pick out all of the stars&lt;br /&gt;And give them out to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could  rip out my heart&lt;br /&gt;And for you take the pain&lt;br /&gt;For then I wouldn't  ache&lt;br /&gt;When I hear your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd run across the sea&lt;br /&gt;Or fly far into  space&lt;br /&gt;Or walk on the desert&lt;br /&gt;Just to see your face&lt;br /&gt;I'd jump into a  fire&lt;br /&gt;And I'd run a mile&lt;br /&gt;All of this I would do&lt;br /&gt;Just to see you  smile&lt;br /&gt;If it was life or death&lt;br /&gt;Death is my choice&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk to my  grave&lt;br /&gt;Only to hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;And you  sit and talk to me&lt;br /&gt;When I wake I only smile&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe it could  be&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying for you&lt;br /&gt;This love will never sever&lt;br /&gt;If you exist only in  dreams&lt;br /&gt;Then I will sleep forever</description><link>http://anushasrinivas.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-you-forever.html</link><thr:total>4</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Subconscious Mind)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338353212064685587.post-8297173561079187049</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2008 08:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-27T14:49:28.388+05:30</atom:updated><title>Proud To Be An Indian !</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its been months since i updated my blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and finally i got a topic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was just last week when i had been to my Doc for a usual health check-up i came across a magazine called '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ASIA MONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'.It was an old issue(September 2007).I was just going through the articles since am into recruitment and i keep myself updated on banking,mutual funds,investments and the share market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was one article which made me wonder just how much India has made progress in the last few decades!The article was about the top 100 businessmen in Asia.I couldn't believe it .. it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ratan Tata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first place&lt;/span&gt; followed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mukesh Ambani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fourth place&lt;/span&gt;.There were a lot of Indians in the list.&lt;/span&gt;At that moment i realized soon enough India will be recognized as a developed country rather than a developing country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We just criticize when we get chance at the Indian infrastructure,the govt.,the people etc here.Have you ever wondered if it hadn't been for these people, we won't be even recognized anywhere in world.Today if people all over the world recognize us its because of such people who have helped India gain such a position in such a competitive world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you would even argue that whether the infrastructure has reached everyone? well that's right it has not reached but that doesn't mean it is not going to reach each and every person in India.give some time,you will realize that India is making progress in a way you have never known!why complain... if you feel that something is wrong in your society then start by correcting it.If not that at least stop complaining because just complaining is not gonna help!you will ask what have i done.. well at least i don't complain at first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stop complaining,start making difference to the society!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Make India proud and be proud to be an Indian !&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://anushasrinivas.blogspot.com/2008/07/proud-to-be-indian.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Subconscious Mind)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338353212064685587.post-8066122417615915075</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2008 10:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-03T15:53:24.139+05:30</atom:updated><title>Great video !!! and also Inspirational !!</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QIXh6-enBxs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QIXh6-enBxs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><link>http://anushasrinivas.blogspot.com/2008/02/great-video-and-also-inspirational.html</link><thr:total>1</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Subconscious Mind)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338353212064685587.post-2176417987867938735</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Nov 2007 17:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T06:13:29.350+05:30</atom:updated><title>An interesting read for classic music lovers.......</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tVZ8a2jdkXk/R0W2joLCLdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/x62hfflO-YA/s1600-h/Croce-Mozart-Detail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tVZ8a2jdkXk/R0W2joLCLdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/x62hfflO-YA/s320/Croce-Mozart-Detail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135711673281293778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart&lt;/b&gt; (IPA: &lt;span title="Pronunciation in IPA" class="IPA"&gt;[ˈvɔlfgaŋ amaˈdeus ˈmoːtsart]&lt;/span&gt;, baptized&lt;b&gt;Joannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus Mozart&lt;/b&gt;) (27 January 1756– 5 December1791) was a prolific and influential composer of the Classical era. His output of over 600 compositions includes works widely acknowledged as pinnacles of  symphonic, concertante, chamber, piano,operatic, and music. Mozart is among the most enduringly popular of classical composers and many of his works are part of the standard concert repertoire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was born to Leopold and Anna Maria Pertl Mozart in Getreidegasse 9 in Salzburg, the capital of the sovereign Archbishopric of Salzburg, in what is now Austria, then part of the Holy Roman Empire. His only sibling who survived past birth was his sister Maria Anna (1751-1829), called "Nannerl". Wolfgang was baptized the day after his birth at St. Rupert's Cathedral. The baptismal record gives his name in Latinized form as &lt;i&gt;Joannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus Mozart&lt;/i&gt;. Mozart generally called himself "Wolfgang Amadé Mozart"as an adult, but there were many variants&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mozart's father Leopold Mozart(1719–1787) was deputy Kapellmeister to the court orchestra of the Archbishop of Salzburg and a minor composer. He was also an experienced teacher; in the year of Mozart's birth he published a successful violin textbook, &lt;i&gt;Versuch einer gründlichen Violinschule&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for more such info visit this page :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wolfgang_Amadeus_Mozart"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wolfgang_Amadeus_Mozart&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://anushasrinivas.blogspot.com/2007/11/interesting-read-for-classic-music.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tVZ8a2jdkXk/R0W2joLCLdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/x62hfflO-YA/s72-c/Croce-Mozart-Detail.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Subconscious Mind)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338353212064685587.post-22152176038283090</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Oct 2007 09:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T06:13:29.562+05:30</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tVZ8a2jdkXk/RyMAG8sTHvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/waSSYbP_zLc/s1600-h/%7B60110BC8-67A5-4E94-8D08-BDC084744D9C%7D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tVZ8a2jdkXk/RyMAG8sTHvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/waSSYbP_zLc/s320/%7B60110BC8-67A5-4E94-8D08-BDC084744D9C%7D.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125940920248901362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Interesting do read it :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Question and the Answer given by Candidates, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; sorry, they are IAS Officers now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.How can you drop a raw egg onto a concrete floor&lt;br /&gt;without cracking it?&lt;br /&gt;A. Concrete floors are very hard to crack! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(UPSC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Topper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.If it took eight men ten hours to build a wall, how&lt;br /&gt;long would it take four men to build it?&lt;br /&gt;A. No time at all it is already built. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(UPSC 23 rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Rank Opted for IFS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.If you had three apples and four oranges in one hand&lt;br /&gt;and four apples and three oranges in the other&lt;br /&gt;hand, what would you have?&lt;br /&gt;A. Very large hands.(Good one) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(UPSC 11 Rank Opted for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; IPS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How can you lift an elephant with one hand?&lt;br /&gt;A. It is not a problem, since you will never find an&lt;br /&gt;elephant with one hand. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(UPSC Rank 14 Opted for IES)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How can a man go eight days without sleep?&lt;br /&gt;A. No Probs, He sleeps at night. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(UPSC IAS Rank 98)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you throw a red stone into the blue sea what it&lt;br /&gt;will become?&lt;br /&gt;A. It will become Wet or Sink as simple as that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(UPSC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; IAS Rank 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What looks like half apple?&lt;br /&gt;A : The other half. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(UPSC - IAS Topper )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What can you never eat for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;A : Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What happened when wheel was invented?&lt;br /&gt;A : It caused a revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Bay of Bengal is in which state?&lt;br /&gt;A : Liquid State&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(UPSC 33Rank )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Interviewer said "I shall either ask you ten easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; questions or one really difficult question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Think well before you make up your mind!" The boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; thought for a while and said, "my choice is one really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; difficult question."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Well, good luck to you, you have made your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; choice! Now tell me this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "What comes first, Day or Night?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; The boy was jolted in! to reality as his admission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; depends on the correctness of his answer, but he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; thought for a while and said, "It's the DAY sir!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "How ??" the interviewer asked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Sorry sir, you promised me that you will not ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; me a SECOND difficult question!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; He was selected for RIM !?&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://anushasrinivas.blogspot.com/2007/10/interesting-do-read-it-question-and.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tVZ8a2jdkXk/RyMAG8sTHvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/waSSYbP_zLc/s72-c/%7B60110BC8-67A5-4E94-8D08-BDC084744D9C%7D.gif" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Subconscious Mind)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338353212064685587.post-1163602796581261768</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2007 05:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-27T13:33:14.443+05:30</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tVZ8a2jdkXk/ShzzCI0Cm_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NEo3_jE3Emw/s1600-h/red-tulips-112340-lw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tVZ8a2jdkXk/ShzzCI0Cm_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NEo3_jE3Emw/s320/red-tulips-112340-lw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340410476205612018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidyasagars's awesum composition....i just love it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;காற்றின் மொழி ஒழியா இசையா &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;பூவின் மொழி நிறமா மனமா &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;கடலின் மொழி அலையா நுறையா &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;காதல் மொழி விழியா இடழா &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;இயற்கையின் மொழிகள் புரிந்துவீதில் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;மனிதரின் மொழிகள் தேவை இல்லை &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;இதயத்தின் மொழிகள் புரிந்துவீதில் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;மனிதற்கு மொழியே தேவை இல்லை.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;காற்றின் மொழி ஒழியா இசையா &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;பூவின் மொழி நிறமா மனமா &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;காற்று வீசும் போது திசைகள் கீடாயாது &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;காதல் பேசும் போது மொழிகள் கிடையாது &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;பேசும் வார்த்தை போல மௌனம் புரியாது &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;கண்கள் பேசும் வார்த்தை கடவுள் அறியாது &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;உலாவி திரியும் காத்திறுக்கு உருவம் தீத முடியாது &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;காதல் பேசும் மொழியெல்லாம் சப்தக்கூட்டில் அடங்காது &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;இயற்கையின் மொழிகள் புரிந்துவீதில் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;மனிதரின் மொழிகள் தேவை இல்லை &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;இதயத்தின் மொழிகள் புரிந்துவீதில் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;மனிதற்கு மொழியே தேவை இல்லை.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;காற்றின் மொழி..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;வானம் பேசும் பேச்சு துளியாய் வெளியாகும் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;வானவில்லின் பேச்சு நிறமாய் வெளியாகும் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;உண்ன்மை ஊமை ஆனால் காணீர் மொழி ஆகம் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;பேண்ன்மை ஊமை ஆனால் ஞானம் மொழி ஆகும் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;ஓசை தூங்கும் ஜாமத்தில் உக்சி மீன்கள் மொழியாகும் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;ஆசை தூங்கும் இதயத்தில் அசைவு கூட மொழியாகும் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;இயற்கையின் மொழிகள் புரிந்துவீதில் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;மனிதரின் மொழிகள் தேவை இல்லை &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;இதயத்தின் மொழிகள் புரிந்துவீதில் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;மனிதற்கு மொழியே தேவை இல்லை....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://anushasrinivas.blogspot.com/2007/10/vidyasagarss-awesum-composition.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tVZ8a2jdkXk/ShzzCI0Cm_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NEo3_jE3Emw/s72-c/red-tulips-112340-lw.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Subconscious Mind)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338353212064685587.post-7794725008857626561</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2007 09:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-11T14:54:22.850+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">this is a story which tells you love is really beautiful....</category><title>Love is Beautiful!!!</title><description>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am., when an elderly&lt;br /&gt;gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He&lt;br /&gt;stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be&lt;br /&gt;over an hour before someone would  able to see him. I saw him&lt;br /&gt;looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another&lt;br /&gt;patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I&lt;br /&gt;talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his&lt;br /&gt;sutures and redress his wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation.  I&lt;br /&gt;asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he&lt;br /&gt;was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to&lt;br /&gt;the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there&lt;br /&gt;for a&lt;br /&gt;while and that she was a victim of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em; font-weight: bold;" id="lw_1189501902_0"&gt;Alzheimer's disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  As we&lt;br /&gt;talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not&lt;br /&gt;recognized him in five years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised, and asked him, "And you still go every morning, even&lt;br /&gt;though she doesn't know who you are?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "She doesn't know me, but I&lt;br /&gt;still know who she is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and&lt;br /&gt;thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an&lt;br /&gt;acceptance of all that is, has been, will be and will not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there are&lt;br /&gt;some that come along that have an important message,&lt;br /&gt;and this is one of those kind.&lt;br /&gt;Just had to share it with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, peace is seeing a sunset and&lt;br /&gt;knowing who to thank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything;&lt;br /&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; just make the best of everything they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://anushasrinivas.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-is-beautiful.html</link><thr:total>4</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Subconscious Mind)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338353212064685587.post-5338090736273088797</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2007 05:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-07T11:20:50.072+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">A Must Read.....</category><title/><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                             A MUST READ....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shame on Indian Media??? Really what a shame...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the time u guys read this news, the body of Major Manish Pitambare, who was shot dead at Anantnag, would have been cremated with full military honors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Tuesday, this news swept across all the news channels 'Sanjay Dutt relieved by court'. 'Sirf Munna not a bhai' '13 saal ka vanvaas khatam' 'although found guilty for possession of armory, Sanjay can breath sigh of relief as all the TADA charges against him are withdrawn' Then many personalities like Salman Khan said 'He is a good person. We knew he will come out clean'. Mr Big B said "Dutt's family and our family have relations for years he's a good kid. He is like elder brother to Abhishek". His sister Priya Dutt said "we can sleep well tonight. It's a great relief" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In other news, Parliament was mad at Indian team for performing bad; Greg Chappell said something; Shah Rukh Khan replaces Amitabh in KBC and other such stuff. But most of the emphasis was given on Sanjay Dutt's "phoenix like" comeback from the ashes of terrorist charges. Surfing through the channels, one news on BBC startled me. It read "Hisbul Mujahidin's most wanted terrorist 'Sohel Faisal' killed in Anantnag , India . Indian Major leading the operation lost his life in the process. Four others are    injured.                                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was past midnight , I started visiting the stupid Indian channels, but Sanjay Dutt was still ruling. They were telling how Sanjay pleaded to the court saying 'I'm the sole bread earner for my family', 'I have a daughter who is studying in US' and so on. Then they showed how Sanjay was not wearing his lucky blue shirt while he was hearing the verdict and also how he went to every temple and prayed for the last few months. A suspect in Mumbai bomb blasts, convicted under armory act...was being transformed into a hero. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sure Sanjay Dutt has a daughter; Sure he did not do any terrorist activity. Possessing an AK47 is considered too elementary in terrorist community and also one who possesses an AK47 has a right to possess a pistol so that again is not such a big crime; Sure Sanjay Dutt went to all the temples; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sure he did a lot of Gandhigiri but then........ ..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Major Manish H Pitambare got the information from his sources about the terrorists' whereabouts. Wasting no time he attacked the camp, killed Hisbul Mujahidin's supremo and in the process lost his life to the bullets fired from an AK47. Just like Sunjay Dutt he is survived by a wife and daughter who's only 18 months old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Major Manish never said 'I have a daughter' before he took the decision to attack the terrorists in the darkest of nights. He never thought about having a family and he being the bread earner. No news channel covered this since they were too busy hyping a former drug addict, a suspect who's linked to bomb blasts which killed hundreds. Their aim was to show how he defied the TADA charges and they were so successful that his conviction in possession of armory had no meaning. They also concluded that his parents in heaven must be happy and proud of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Parents of Major Manish are still living and they have to live rest of their lives without their beloved son. His daughter won't ever see her daddy again.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      So guys, please forward this message around so that the media knows which news to give importance, as it is a shame for us since this Army Major's death news was given by a foreign TV channel like BBC !!!  Where they know worth of Patriotism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you believe in it, don't feel shy in forwarding it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://anushasrinivas.blogspot.com/2007/09/must-read.html</link><thr:total>2</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Subconscious Mind)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338353212064685587.post-1278186945221695816</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2007 13:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-11T12:17:21.670+05:30</atom:updated><title>Just Wanted You to Know: I Love You</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just wanted you to know: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Months have passed since we became close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I find I'm thinking of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though no word from you that message sends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet we share all other thoughts and feelings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to tell you of my day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you give me the gist of all your dealings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me hope we walk in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling you this is opening a door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That never can be closed again, and yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must, because I ache for something more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I must risk all to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some night, perhaps, we'll go hang out somewhere;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will reach for you, and you'll be        there.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://anushasrinivas.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-wanted-you-to-know-i-love-you.html</link><thr:total>1</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Subconscious Mind)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338353212064685587.post-386779389906879779</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2007 12:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T06:13:30.158+05:30</atom:updated><title>How Can I Tell You What I Feel for You</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tVZ8a2jdkXk/RtLJggQirpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DmzaKZsAM4A/s1600-h/friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tVZ8a2jdkXk/RtLJggQirpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DmzaKZsAM4A/s320/friend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103362888016506514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I tell you what I feel for you?&lt;br /&gt;     When I think of you my feelings twist inside&lt;br /&gt;     As if someone's fist reached in and grabbed a few,&lt;br /&gt;     And turned and turned them tight and tangled. I've tried&lt;br /&gt;     Somehow to say: You're the sun in my sky,&lt;br /&gt;     The wind that takes me where I want to go,&lt;br /&gt;     The sweet incense that makes me feel so high&lt;br /&gt;     That loving you seems all I need to know.&lt;br /&gt;     But it all sticks in my throat! It sounds too cute,&lt;br /&gt;     Empty as a wrinkled paper bag.&lt;br /&gt;     You won't believe it! Better I stay mute&lt;br /&gt;     Than offer you cliches that make you gag.&lt;br /&gt;     And yet I wish to tell you of my love,&lt;br /&gt;     If only love its own locks would        remove!</description><link>http://anushasrinivas.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-can-i-tell-you-what-i-feel-for-you.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tVZ8a2jdkXk/RtLJggQirpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DmzaKZsAM4A/s72-c/friend.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Subconscious Mind)</author></item></channel></rss>