<?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-8447395890335578809</id><updated>2012-02-10T19:29:27.505+05:30</updated><category term='Software Related Jargons'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='Joke'/><category term='Mashroom 65'/><category term='Computer Science'/><category term='Software Engineering'/><category term='A.P.J. Abdul Kalam&apos;s speech'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='Cyber Laws of India'/><category term='Interesting Things'/><category term='Pics'/><category term='PD'/><category term='IPL'/><category term='Remove Antivirus'/><category term='Blood Donation'/><category term='Nalini'/><category term='Agra'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='M Kumar'/><category term='Vatsal'/><category term='Froyo'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='From E-mail'/><category term='NIT Bhopal'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Nation'/><category term='Our Festivals'/><category term='दिल के पास'/><category term='Technique'/><category term='Virus'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Hindi Post'/><category term='Doggy'/><category term='Chennai'/><category term='General Knowledge'/><category term='5 Minute Management Course'/><category term='DELL Streak'/><category term='Pulsar 200'/><category term='Web mining'/><category term='Bike'/><category term='Data mining'/><category term='India'/><category term='Manoj Kumar'/><category term='Accident'/><category term='Trip'/><title type='text'>Micro Blogging</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog I created for micro posts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-3024112490674016445</id><published>2011-04-21T01:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:22:12.016+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Froyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DELL Streak'/><title type='text'>Droid post</title><content type='html'>I am writing my first blog post from my DELL Streak. Android 2.2 Froyo is really amazing. The good thing I found in this is swype keyboard, fast processor, 2.2 Froyo, Android Market (where we can find lots of useful free applications), 5 inches screen.... In a single word I can say is Wow!!! :-)....&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-3024112490674016445?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/3024112490674016445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2011/04/droid-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3024112490674016445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3024112490674016445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2011/04/droid-post.html' title='Droid post'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-3623455532859999868</id><published>2010-07-12T15:54:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-12T15:55:22.856+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>MORTY &amp; SADIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/TDrtbaD6YhI/AAAAAAAAFKE/km46uJKHmCU/s1600/man_bighead2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/TDrtbaD6YhI/AAAAAAAAFKE/km46uJKHmCU/s400/man_bighead2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492963750639723026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;Morty arrives home from work and as soon as he sets foot in the house,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie is on to him, telling him that their friend Marvin has finally quit smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imagine that, Morty," she says, "Someone who smoked 3 packs a day for 20 years has stopped smoking all of a sudden. Now that's what I call will power - something that you definitely don't have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sadie hadn't finished. "And that's not all. I hear that Bernie, that drunken friend of yours, is finally giving up drinking - another example of the kind of will power that you don't have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, Sadie," said Morty, "you want to see will power, do you? Well here's will power. I am going to sleep in the spare room from now on. I am going to prove to you that I won't be affected at all by not sleeping with a woman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morty keeps to his word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, when he had been sleeping alone for a week, there is a knock on his bedroom door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morty shouts out, "What do you want?" Sadie replies, "Er... Marvin has started smoking again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-3623455532859999868?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/3623455532859999868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2010/07/morty-sadie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3623455532859999868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3623455532859999868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2010/07/morty-sadie.html' title='MORTY &amp; SADIE'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/TDrtbaD6YhI/AAAAAAAAFKE/km46uJKHmCU/s72-c/man_bighead2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-3721228240105758588</id><published>2010-04-18T22:50:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:55:59.603+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>Its all matter about 2533%</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;I got this result while searching a keyword in my hard disk using some searching tool. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S8tAdrBFCPI/AAAAAAAAE_k/4z48y2qOz2c/s1600/Searching+percentage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S8tAdrBFCPI/AAAAAAAAE_k/4z48y2qOz2c/s400/Searching+percentage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461529851624491250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-3721228240105758588?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/3721228240105758588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-all-matter-about-2533.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3721228240105758588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3721228240105758588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-all-matter-about-2533.html' title='Its all matter about 2533%'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S8tAdrBFCPI/AAAAAAAAE_k/4z48y2qOz2c/s72-c/Searching+percentage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-8967279688160020473</id><published>2010-01-19T08:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:21:09.970+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manoj Kumar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remove Antivirus'/><title type='text'>"How to remove .inf files from the system"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;     This article lists the steps and some tips to help the OEM driver developer write an "uninstall" package that safely removes .inf files from the system. You have to have administrative credentials to complete these steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove .inf files, follow these steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Note :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Microsoft recommends that you leave your driver files where they are, if possible, even after you remove your value added applications and .inf files. Other devices and drivers on the system may reference your driver and will stop functioning correctly if the driver files are removed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;Retrieve the path and file name of your .inf file:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;The .inf files are located in the %Windir%\Inf folder, and are accompanied by a system-maintained .pnf file with the same root name. When third-party drivers are installed correctly, the .inf is renamed to Oemxx.inf (where xx is a sequential number) to make sure that there are no name conflicts with drivers that are included with the product and with other third-party drivers. You can find the installed name of your driver by using the SetupCopyOEMInf function with the SP_COPY_REPLACEONLY flag and the full path name to your original .inf file (SetupCopyOEMInf is documented in the operating system SDK).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt; If the original .inf file has been moved, use the full path name to the new location of your .inf file. If the original .inf does not exist on the system, you have to enumerate all the Oemxx.inf files. In each one, check the Provider, DriverVer, Hardware IDs, and other properties to identify the .inf files that you must remove. There is code that does the enumeration and details retrieval in the FindCurrentDriver routine in Dump.cpp of the DevCon sample code (in the Windows Driver Development Kit under Src\Setup\Devcon).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt; You can also retrieve the Oemxx.inf name from the "InfPath" REG_SZ value under the associated device's driver key, before the device has been removed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;      For Windows XP and later versions, use SetupDiBuildDriverInfoList with DeviceInstallParams.FlagsEx set to DI_FLAGSEX_INSTALLEDDRIVER to obtain details about the installed driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;              For Windows 2000, use SetupDiOpenDevRegKey to find the key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt; 2. Remove the .inf file and associated files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;         On Windows XP and later operating systems, after you have the actual name of the .inf file in the \Inf folder, you can use SetupUninstallOEMInf to correctly remove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;        On Windows 2000, follow these steps:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li type="a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enumerate all the devices and make sure that none       are using your driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li type="a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Use &lt;b&gt;DeleteFile&lt;/b&gt; to remove only the .pnf files from the %Windir%\Inf       folder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li type="a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Use &lt;b&gt;DeleteFile&lt;/b&gt; to finally remove the .inf files from the %Windir%\Inf folder.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;APPLIES TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;   Microsoft Windows 2000 Professional Edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;   Microsoft Windows XP Home Edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;  Microsoft Windows XP Professional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;   Microsoft Windows Server 2003 Service Pack 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keywords:&lt;br /&gt; kbusb kbwdm kbplugplay KB813449&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/8447395890335578809-8967279688160020473?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/8967279688160020473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-remove-inf-files-from-system.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/8967279688160020473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/8967279688160020473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-remove-inf-files-from-system.html' title='&quot;How to remove .inf files from the system&quot;'/><author><name>Manoj Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134478576648500827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SocU58CACRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OcZYkhvc_LM/S220/Z3mjwdj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-9021866282119310279</id><published>2009-12-31T17:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:59:41.081+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>Pain of a married man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:114%;"&gt;A woman awakes during the night to find that her husband was not in bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes downstairs to look for him. She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall. She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the matter, dear?" she whispers as she steps into the room. "Why are you down here at this time of night?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband looks up from his coffee, "Do you remember 20 years ago when we were dating, and you were only 18?" he asks solemnly. "Yes I do" she replies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband pauses; the words were not coming easily. "Do you remember when your father caught us in the garden?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I remember" said the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband continued.. "Do you remember when he showed the shotgun in my face and said, 'Either you marry my daughter, or I'll send you to jail for 20 years?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I remember that too" she replied softly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wiped another tear from his cheek and said, "I would have been released today!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-9021866282119310279?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/9021866282119310279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/12/pain-of-married-man.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/9021866282119310279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/9021866282119310279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/12/pain-of-married-man.html' title='Pain of a married man'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-6571523698571451552</id><published>2009-12-28T12:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:54:29.705+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Festivals'/><title type='text'>Why is Boxing Day called Boxing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;Boxing Day seems to have originated in the mid nineteenth century in England. Some historians believe the name 'Boxing Day' came about because the boxes placed in churches where parishioners deposited alms (coins) for the poor were opened, and the contents were distributed on December 26, which is also the Feast of St Stephen. (St Stephen was the first Christian martyr.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others believe that the Boxing Day tradition originated as a holiday for members of the upper class to give boxes containing food, clothing or money to tradespeople and servants, in much the same way that many employers offer their employees bonuses today. These gifts were usually given in boxes; hence the name 'Boxing Day". &lt;br /&gt;Oxford English Dictionary says this comes from the Christmas box; the verb box meaning: To give a Christmas-box, and then leading to the term boxing-day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An extension of the above theory is that when Christmas holidays were much shorter than they are today certain services often only had Christmas Day as a holiday and returned to work the day after. These included services such as the mail, newspaper or milk delivery. Householders would give them a Christmas gift or, as it was commonly called, a Christmas box on this day to thank them for their service throughout the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The common theme, however, is that Boxing Day has absolutely nothing to do with the sport of boxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Partially taken from "&lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Why_is_Boxing_Day_called_Boxing_Day"&gt;http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Why_is_Boxing_Day_called_Boxing_Day&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-6571523698571451552?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/6571523698571451552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-is-boxing-day-called-boxing-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/6571523698571451552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/6571523698571451552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-is-boxing-day-called-boxing-day.html' title='Why is Boxing Day called Boxing Day'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-8282795592097534546</id><published>2009-12-27T22:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:17:03.234+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyber Laws of India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>What is White Hat Hackers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;A white hat hacker, also rendered as ethical hacker, is, in the realm of information technology, a person who is ethically opposed to the abuse of computer systems. Realization that the Internet now represents human voices from around the world has made the defense of its integrity an important pastime for many. A white hat generally focuses on securing IT systems, whereas a black hat (the opposite) would like to break into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Please check Cyber Laws India's website to read more about this. Its website address is &lt;a href="http://www.cyberlawsindia.net/white-hat.html"&gt;http://www.cyberlawsindia.net/white-hat.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-8282795592097534546?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/8282795592097534546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-white-hat-hackers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/8282795592097534546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/8282795592097534546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-white-hat-hackers.html' title='What is White Hat Hackers?'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-5839162620638200863</id><published>2009-12-16T11:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:38:27.079+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manoj Kumar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virus'/><title type='text'>How to remove Virus " Surabaya in my birthday - W32/Drowor.worm"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Overview -&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W32/Drowor.worm may get send around using a deceiving filename Google Earth .scr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show this message:Surabaya in my birthday&lt;br /&gt;Don't kill me, i'm just send message from your computer&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih telah menemaniku walaupun hanya sesaat, tapi bagiku sangat berarti......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Symptoms -&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modified autoexec.bat to display a message upon system start: "Don't kill me, i'm just send message from your computer"&lt;br /&gt;your folder has file size 40K&lt;br /&gt;Modified PE binary files&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;How to remove Surabaya Virus&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms -&lt;br /&gt;# Modified autoexec.bat to display a message upon system start: “Surabaya is my birthday”….."Don't kill me, i'm just send message from your computer"…and then some blah - blah in some Thai language I guess.&lt;br /&gt;# Your folder has file size 40K&lt;br /&gt;# All your hard disk partitions become autorun…if you right click on any partition or any drive letter it’ll give the “autorun” option instead “open”.&lt;br /&gt;# All your existing original folders become hidden and are replaced by another dummy folder with same file name but with size of 40KB. If you right click on any file, the menu which opens will show “test”, “configure”….etc options but no “open” option. Removal Steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Step 1:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press Start -&gt; Run -&gt; cmd (or command) -&gt; press Enter&lt;br /&gt;Type in command box- cd\&lt;br /&gt;Type again in command box- c:&lt;br /&gt;Type again in command box- attrib -s -h -r /d /s -&gt; press Enter&lt;br /&gt;Type again in command box- del autorun.inf -&gt; press Enter&lt;br /&gt;Type again in command box- del thumb*.* -&gt; press Enter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat the same with your other hard drive partitions as well…say if you have 3 drive partitions viz. “C”, ”D” &amp;amp; ”E”…for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type again in command box- d:&lt;br /&gt;Type again in command box- attrib -s -h -r /d /s -&gt; press Enter&lt;br /&gt;Type again in command box- del autorun.inf -&gt; press Enter&lt;br /&gt;Type again in command box- del thumb*.* -&gt; press Enter&lt;br /&gt;Type again in command box- e:&lt;br /&gt;Type again in command box- attrib -s -h -r /d /s -&gt; press Enter&lt;br /&gt;Type again in command box- del autorun.inf -&gt; press Enter&lt;br /&gt;Type again in command box- del thumb*.* -&gt; press Enter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any USB hard drive on pen drive connected, do the above procedure with its drive name. For example if your USB drive name is “G”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type again in command box- g:&lt;br /&gt;Type again in command box- attrib -s -h -r /d /s -&gt; press Enter&lt;br /&gt;Type again in command box- del autorun.inf -&gt; press Enter&lt;br /&gt;Type again in command box- del thumb*.* -&gt; press Enter&lt;br /&gt;Type again in command box- exit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Step 2:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press Start -&gt; Run -&gt; regedit -&gt;press Enter&lt;br /&gt;Click on following (in left side window):&lt;br /&gt;“HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE”-&gt;“SOFTWARE” -&gt; “Microsoft” -&gt; “Windows NT” -&gt; “Current Version” -&gt; “WinLogon”.&lt;br /&gt;Now on the right side window (under data) delete “LegalNoticeCaption” &amp;amp; “LegalNoticeText”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Step 3:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Start menu -&gt; Programs -&gt; Accessories -&gt; System Tools -&gt; System restore&lt;br /&gt;This’ll open a box where you’ll get the option - “Restore my system to an earlier time”... Select any old date on which you think your system was working fine…push on next..next…till the system restore starts…&lt;br /&gt;System restore takes a few minutes to complete depending on your computer speed….so be patient….after system restore completes….Your computer will restart…..the problem should have been solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Step 4:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press Start -&gt; Run -&gt; regedit -&gt;press Enter&lt;br /&gt;Press Ctrl + F&lt;br /&gt;In the find window type Surabaya if at all you find any entries in the registry with this name…”Surabaya”…delete them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Step 5:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This virus makes your system’s show hidden file option in folder menu to get disabled. To make your computer to show Hidden files, and to get your computer again back into normalcy…&lt;br /&gt;Start --- Run --- regedit --- OK&lt;br /&gt;HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE -&gt; Software -&gt; Microsoft -&gt; Windows -&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Version -&gt; Explorer -&gt; Advanced -&gt; Folder -&gt; Hidden -&gt; Show All&lt;br /&gt;On the right side window, locate this: CheckedValue = "0"&lt;br /&gt;Modify this value to 1. (right click on the Checked value under Name column -&gt; Modify)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Note:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This virus usually reaches to your computer through any USB drive (pen drive or hard disc). Whenever you plug your USB drive into any other computer, infected with this virus, the virus will infect this drive and will infect the next computer, in which the drive is plugged in next time. So its always advisable not to open the pen drive directly. Instead always right click on the drive and select open option. If at all you see the first option as “autorun”, after you right click on the USB drive, this means that the drive is infected.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-5839162620638200863?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/5839162620638200863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-to-remove-virus-surabaya-in-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/5839162620638200863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/5839162620638200863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-to-remove-virus-surabaya-in-my.html' title='How to remove Virus &quot; Surabaya in my birthday - W32/Drowor.worm&quot;'/><author><name>Manoj Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134478576648500827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SocU58CACRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OcZYkhvc_LM/S220/Z3mjwdj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-3569591654421937084</id><published>2009-12-11T09:11:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:25:35.038+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>What Chetan Bhagat said on Andhra :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;Yesterday Chetan Bhagat &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/chetan_bhagat"&gt;tweeted&lt;/a&gt; a lot on Andhra issue. His all tweets were funny and interesting too. Please find the snap shots of his tweets below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/SyHCZjxr6ZI/AAAAAAAAExg/swHktaOYM10/s1600-h/chetan+01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/SyHCZjxr6ZI/AAAAAAAAExg/swHktaOYM10/s400/chetan+01.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413821971432204690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the bigger picture, please click on the snapshot.&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/8447395890335578809-3569591654421937084?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/3569591654421937084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-chetan-bhagat-said-on-andhra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3569591654421937084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3569591654421937084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-chetan-bhagat-said-on-andhra.html' title='What Chetan Bhagat said on Andhra :)'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/SyHCZjxr6ZI/AAAAAAAAExg/swHktaOYM10/s72-c/chetan+01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-1589661366073623260</id><published>2009-11-15T02:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-15T02:23:45.182+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Log on as Administrator in Normal Mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;     When you install Windows XP an Administrator Account is created (you are asked to supply an administrator password), but the "Welcome Screen" does not give you the option to log on as Administrator unless you boot up in Safe Mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;First you must ensure that the Administrator Account is enabled: &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 open Control Panel&lt;br /&gt;2 open Administrative Tools&lt;br /&gt;3 open Local Security Policy&lt;br /&gt;4 expand Local Policies&lt;br /&gt;5 click on Security Options&lt;br /&gt;6 ensure that Accounts: Administrator account status is enabled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Then follow the instructions from the "Win2000 Logon Screen Tweak"&lt;/blockquote&gt; ie.&lt;br /&gt;1 open Control Panel&lt;br /&gt;2 open User Accounts&lt;br /&gt;3 click Change the way users log on or log off&lt;br /&gt;4 untick Use the Welcome Screen&lt;br /&gt;5 click Apply Options&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will now be able to log on to Windows XP as Administrator in Normal Mode&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/8447395890335578809-1589661366073623260?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/1589661366073623260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/11/log-on-as-administrator-in-normal-mode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/1589661366073623260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/1589661366073623260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/11/log-on-as-administrator-in-normal-mode.html' title='Log on as Administrator in Normal Mode'/><author><name>Manoj Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134478576648500827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SocU58CACRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OcZYkhvc_LM/S220/Z3mjwdj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-2478861345634644653</id><published>2009-11-13T20:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:56:31.195+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vatsal'/><title type='text'>KARMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;Sometimes u feel as if a part of your own is conspiring against you, you want to win over certain situations, certain hearts, certain minds but no, you can't because as they say its all written, How long u may crave to endure that second that moment but its all a long long wait, and u still dun wanna give up,u still think still persevere everyday every second that it will happen certainly, one fine day at certain time at certain point but its all beep beep as if the person your calling is busy, and u wait in the queue for your moment of glory, the moment u can die for, u can lose anything for, even it means u have to mortgage your soul to the devil when your time is over. Is this Fate or the destiny we talk about, a never to be understood phenomenon, certainly not by us mortals, the so called class of living beings, but where is that living? Or is it what we called hope, but hopes do have their ends, their culmination, sweet or venomous, doesn't matter to me, coz that venom would have been more consumable than what this heart has to go through at times or most of the times. You will say i am confused myself, i am not confused but i am looking for certain answers, answers for which i have eaten my heart out, but does it bother anyone, the answer is something i am afraid to share, or it is something bigger than a simple yes or no. Desires are not meant to be cherished for too long else they become a pain of which there is no anesthesia, nothing i could found, or manage. Living is something else but living with desires when they have got their roots so deep in your umbra that it might be called distress, not sufficient. an agony, might work, excruciation, bingo! perfect!. Yes it is.&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/8447395890335578809-2478861345634644653?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/2478861345634644653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/11/karma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/2478861345634644653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/2478861345634644653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/11/karma.html' title='KARMA'/><author><name>va</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0JQdTD1N5Q/Su7_kRvbwFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-ZcTLxWPKQ/S220/sad_man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-8247341680623927680</id><published>2009-11-10T17:17:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:47:03.886+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer Science'/><title type='text'>What to do, if you are unable to see "Hidden files" in Win XP?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:104;color:#000000;"&gt;Recently I got a new 'Sony VAIO W series' laptop as a gift from my Dad. It was looking very cute, just 10 inch screen. I was not happy only with two things. First - It don't have DVD Drive and Second - Still it is coming with Windows XP second edition (No Vista or Windows 7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lets come on to the topic. After 3-4 days, one virus attacked on my lappy and suddenly it stopped showing all the hidden files. Now what to do? I know that almost all the anti-virus program can remove this virus, but I don't have net connection and I am unable to update my antivirus program. Now whatever I have to do, I have to do it without antivirus program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:104;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solution I -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first solution came in my mind was, restore my laptop with some days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step(s) : Start -&gt; My Programs -&gt; Accessories -&gt; System Tools -&gt; System Restore. And restore on the your selected date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solution II -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I knew that it is the perfect solution, so I was started some other solution for those people who don't know the exact date when their machine got virus affected. So I started playing with windows registry and got one new solution for this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step(s) :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning !!&lt;br /&gt;You should take a back up of your current settings. You can make a restore point in system restore, or just open the registry and export the whole thing, or export some selected keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to take back up of all registry entries :&lt;/em&gt; Start -&gt; Run -&gt; (type) regedit -&gt; (rightclick on the little my computer icon, and export the whole thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Start -&gt; Run -&gt; regedit and Find this key: HKEY_CURRENT_USER\Software\Microsoft\Windows\CurrentVersion\Explorer\Advanced. Go to the rightside of the window, where the values are. Find the value "Hidden" . Rightclick it and modify it to 1(if it is 0 means you can see hidden files, it is 1 means you are hidding your hidden files and if it is any other number means it is affetced by Virus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next text is from my own registry. Copy it to notepad, then rename the notepad file, so it have the extension .reg ,and then doubleclick it.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:104;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Windows Registry Editor Version 5.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE\SOFTWARE\Microsoft\Windows\CurrentVersion\Explorer\Advanced\Folder\Hidden]&lt;br /&gt;"Text"="@shell32.dll,-30499"&lt;br /&gt;"Type"="group"&lt;br /&gt;"Bitmap"=hex(2):25,00,53,00,79,00,73,00,74,00,65,00,6d,00,52,00,6f,00,6f,00,74,\&lt;br /&gt;00,25,00,5c,00,73,00,79,00,73,00,74,00,65,00,6d,00,33,00,32,00,5c,00,53,00,\&lt;br /&gt;48,00,45,00,4c,00,4c,00,33,00,32,00,2e,00,64,00,6c,00,6c,00,2c,00,34,00,00,\&lt;br /&gt;00&lt;br /&gt;"HelpID"="shell.hlp#51131"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE\SOFTWARE\Microsoft\Windows\CurrentVersion\Explorer\Advanced\Folder\Hidden\NOHIDDEN]&lt;br /&gt;"RegPath"="Software\\Microsoft\\Windows\\CurrentVersion\\Explorer\\Advanced"&lt;br /&gt;"Text"="@shell32.dll,-30501"&lt;br /&gt;"Type"="radio"&lt;br /&gt;"CheckedValue"=dword:00000002&lt;br /&gt;"ValueName"="Hidden"&lt;br /&gt;"DefaultValue"=dword:00000002&lt;br /&gt;"HKeyRoot"=dword:80000001&lt;br /&gt;"HelpID"="shell.hlp#51104"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE\SOFTWARE\Microsoft\Windows\CurrentVersion\Explorer\Advanced\Folder\Hidden\SHOWALL]&lt;br /&gt;"RegPath"="Software\\Microsoft\\Windows\\CurrentVersion\\Explorer\\Advanced"&lt;br /&gt;"Text"="@shell32.dll,-30500"&lt;br /&gt;"Type"="radio"&lt;br /&gt;"CheckedValue"=dword:00000001&lt;br /&gt;"ValueName"="Hidden"&lt;br /&gt;"DefaultValue"=dword:00000002&lt;br /&gt;"HKeyRoot"=dword:80000001&lt;br /&gt;"HelpID"="shell.hlp#51105" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all Folks!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-8247341680623927680?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/8247341680623927680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-to-do-if-you-are-unable-to-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/8247341680623927680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/8247341680623927680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-to-do-if-you-are-unable-to-see.html' title='What to do, if you are unable to see &quot;Hidden files&quot; in Win XP?'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-8729813789855590872</id><published>2009-11-06T12:21:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:07:37.379+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>What is a 'DEAD BEEF' and who is 'A BAD BABE'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/SvPIozSY5oI/AAAAAAAAEl0/lGEitXRk3L4/s1600-h/Meat%2520Beaf%25203x5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/SvPIozSY5oI/AAAAAAAAEl0/lGEitXRk3L4/s200/Meat%2520Beaf%25203x5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400880981435016834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEADBEEF&lt;/strong&gt; is a hexadecimal value that was used in debugging back in the mainframe/assembly days because it was easy to see when marking and finding specific memory in pages of hex dumps. Most computer science graduates have seen this at least in their assembly language classes in college and that's why interviewers expect software engineers to know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Wikipedia : &lt;/strong&gt;"0xDEADBEEF ("dead beef") is used by IBM RS/6000 systems, Mac OS on 32-bit PowerPC processors and the Commodore Amiga as a magic debug value. On Sun Microsystems' Solaris, it marks freed kernel memory. On OpenVMS running on Alpha processors, DEAD_BEEF can be seen by pressing CTRL-T.[3]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A BAD BABE&lt;/strong&gt; is also a Hexadecimal Number(ABADBABE) which is used by Apple as the "Boot Zero Block" magic number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hexspeak"&gt;wiki&lt;/a&gt; link also.&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/8447395890335578809-8729813789855590872?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/8729813789855590872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-dead-beaf-and-who-is-bad-babe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/8729813789855590872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/8729813789855590872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-dead-beaf-and-who-is-bad-babe.html' title='What is a &apos;DEAD BEEF&apos; and who is &apos;A BAD BABE&apos;?'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/SvPIozSY5oI/AAAAAAAAEl0/lGEitXRk3L4/s72-c/Meat%2520Beaf%25203x5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-3834471113116741427</id><published>2009-11-02T21:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:07:55.718+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vatsal'/><title type='text'>Intricacies of my life.</title><content type='html'>How to ride my own mind? A do and die situation for both of us at times. A never ending WAR between the Devil mind Vatsal and the Angel heart Vatsal. I am on an eternal spree of this illusion hunt, People call it my 'fool's paradise', i call them DREAMS. Dreams i see with open eyes, Dreams i hope against the hopen will become the bottomline of my character one fine day. And then this war will have its culmination and a part of me will become a legend, a hero and another a never to be forgotten martyr. Finally i will have my reason to LIVE, not to be mere ALIVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-3834471113116741427?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/3834471113116741427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-ride-my-own-mind-do-and-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3834471113116741427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3834471113116741427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-ride-my-own-mind-do-and-die.html' title='Intricacies of my life.'/><author><name>va</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0JQdTD1N5Q/Su7_kRvbwFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-ZcTLxWPKQ/S220/sad_man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-852395427240641038</id><published>2009-11-01T12:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:00:30.183+05:30</updated><title type='text'>10 things you need to know about Windows 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;    Windows 7 officially ships on Thursday, which means end users and administrators running Windows XP (and to a lesser extent, Windows Vista) have some interesting decisions to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test of Windows 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help you make those tough choices, here are 10 things you need to know, based on our hands-on testing of Windows 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1. Windows 7 is faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Win 7 performance is better than Windows XP SP3 and Vista SP2, but only if you run 64-bit Win 7. One potential gotcha: Much of the performance gains are reliant on having up-to-date 64-bit hardware drivers and components. That may mean buying new hardware, as older hardware may not have the necessary components and updated drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2. Buy Microsoft's Desktop Option Pack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only $10 a seat, and well worth it. MDOP contains important components, such as Microsoft's Diagnostics and Recovery Toolset (DaRT), which helps users and support personnel deal with catastrophic machine failures. There's also Advanced Group Policy Management, which allows for active and "pushed" policies to users and groups. This feature can prevent damage from zero-day failures and fine-tunes policies for system admins. And there's Asset Inventory Service, which tallies software inventories for both compliance and provisioning purposes. Other MDOP components address application and desktop virtualization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;3. Win 7 offers a clean start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a school of thought that says, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it." In other words, why not stick with good old XP? Our answer is that where Windows on the desktop is needed, Win 7 is the way to go. Win 7 has the inherent architectural changes that secured XP, but it also doesn't have the estimated 1,300 patches (including Microsoft Office patches) that XP SP3 has. The user interface has improved dramatically with Win 7, we found that it's Microsoft's best behaving operating system since Windows 2000, and migrating to a fresh environment rids machines of the clutter that has built up over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;4. Upgrading from XP on the same hardware will be tricky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're considering upgrading from XP to Win 7 on the same machine, Microsoft doesn't directly support this, and recommends that a fresh installation be made on new hardware. Any attempt to upgrade will move the directory structure known as Documents and Settings into the new, Unix-like 'user' directory structure, and registry settings for Win 7 will break many applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many applications will need post-Win 7 upgrade adjustments, or even re-installation. Win 7 also needs at least 5GB of extra space to perform an in-place upgrade from XP temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it is possible to upgrade. We tried it and found that upgrading a single machine from XP could take up to two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;5. Consider Windows Upgrade Advisor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft is offering a beta free download of an upgrade tester called the Windows Upgrade Advisor. It's good but not infallible, we found, especially when upgrading from XP 64-bit editions. Because it's beta, some of its foibles may be fixed by the time it's offered as a production app.   &lt;br /&gt;It's installed, examines a machine, and annotates a list of what will and won't work in an upgrade from XP and Vista editions. (However, Microsoft makes clear on its Web site that Upgrade Advisor is recommended only for Vista users and that XP users should buy new hardware.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;6. Another option: Third-party upgrade tools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third-party tools like Laplink Software's PC-Mover Windows 7 Upgrade Assistant allow you to upgrade from XP to Win 7 on the same hardware. But, of course, the Laplink software isn't free, so that's an additional expense and an additional complication that you would be adding to the equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;7. Check for hardware compatibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh Win 7 installations on new hardware will likely be successful if the hardware has Vista support, as most Vista drivers can be used successfully in lieu of Win 7 drivers, and drivers are the biggest portion of compatibility -- unless running XP is desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that a 64-bit installation is what we recommend, and the drivers need to be 64-bit to gain best performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to a hardware vendor's Web site to explore it for specific machine drivers is worth the effort. Some vendors, such as HP, have Win 7-specific information on compatibility, while others have promised Win 7-specific drivers — especially for 64-bit kernel use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;8. User Access Controls are much improved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the surface of Win 7 is a reformed kernel that's similar to Vista's in construction. Userspace is now separate from kernel space in strong ways, a policy that shocked and rocked the world at the advent of Windows XP SP2, and was then manically manifested in Vista's User Access Controls (UAC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The UAC was designed to isolate bad behavior from viruses/malware from the basic components of the system and apps running above userspace. This isolation alone stopped many forms of badware. This same protection can be found in Win 7, but it won't drive you as ballistic as the constant nervous messaging to the user found in Windows Vista. By comparison, it's calm and its UAC messaging can be largely disabled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;9. Virtualization allows XP on Win 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you buy Windows 7 64-bit Professional version and higher, then XP can be run on Win 7 in a virtual machine. That's if you have a V/VT-compatible CPU in your machine and you remember to add additional memory (a gigabyte will often do) for running an XP session. XP must still be secured separately in this configuration as though it were 'stand-alone'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;10. Go for 64-bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can find no reason to recommend running Win 7 on existing 32-bit hardware as the 32-bit version of Win 7 has little performance advantage over Vista or XP in our comparative tests. The 64-bit version, however, can be much faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Inspired by www.networkworld.com&lt;/blockquote&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/8447395890335578809-852395427240641038?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/852395427240641038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/11/10-things-you-need-to-know-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/852395427240641038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/852395427240641038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/11/10-things-you-need-to-know-about.html' title='10 things you need to know about Windows 7'/><author><name>Manoj Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134478576648500827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SocU58CACRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OcZYkhvc_LM/S220/Z3mjwdj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-7773207307716932128</id><published>2009-10-29T17:40:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:43:25.512+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>Changes in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:104;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy..&lt;br /&gt;I was happy in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;I was happy at evening..&lt;br /&gt;I was happy in the night also..&lt;br /&gt;I had only one colour in my life,&lt;br /&gt;that was happiness..&lt;br /&gt;Finally I got bore,&lt;br /&gt;with this monotonous life..&lt;br /&gt;One day, I appraised..&lt;br /&gt;I got tension..&lt;br /&gt;I got depression..&lt;br /&gt;I got Headache..&lt;br /&gt;I got suppression..&lt;br /&gt;Now I have lots of colour in my life..&lt;br /&gt;But I am not happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/SumGiinWJWI/AAAAAAAAElU/Ia_ybJENrjs/s1600-h/changes-in-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397993556345759074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/SumGiinWJWI/AAAAAAAAElU/Ia_ybJENrjs/s400/changes-in-life.jpg" 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/8447395890335578809-7773207307716932128?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/7773207307716932128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/10/changes-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/7773207307716932128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/7773207307716932128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/10/changes-in-my-life.html' title='Changes in my life'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/SumGiinWJWI/AAAAAAAAElU/Ia_ybJENrjs/s72-c/changes-in-life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-9025861157220277907</id><published>2009-10-23T13:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-23T14:16:02.254+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blood Donation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>Donate blood and save lifes</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do something amazing today. Save a life. Give blood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Give the gift that costs nothing to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;We need each other. Please give blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Every drop counts. Give blood today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;It’s in your blood to help save a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Blood donors are special people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;From me to you—a gift of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Donate blood, start young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Life is precious. Be a life-saver. Give blood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Blood. It’s in you to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Accidents and medical emergencies don’t take holidays—we need blood every minute, every day of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Blood costs nothing to give yet is more valuable than any other resource on earth. Don’t let the blood center run dry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The blood you donate gives someone another chance at life. One day that someone may be a close relative, a friend, a loved one—or even you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Do you feel you don’t have much to offer? You have the most precious resource of all: the ability to save a life by donating blood! Help share this invaluable gift with someone in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Feel like you’re low on supplies? But you’re rich in the most precious resource of all: blood and the gift of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;If you’re a blood donor, you’re a hero to someone, somewhere, who received your gracious gift of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Good blood helps sick people get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Strong communities are built on safe blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;We need what you’ve got! Give blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Share life. Donate blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Give blood—stay healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;When you give blood, you’ll be doing one of the most amazing things anybody could dream of—saving a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Give blood today. It may be a member of your family or a friend who needs this precious resource next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;To give blood is an honor for youth…become a regular volunteer blood donor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;From my side : Last time I donated my blood on 1st&lt;br /&gt;September 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-9025861157220277907?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/9025861157220277907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/10/donate-blood-and-save-lifes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/9025861157220277907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/9025861157220277907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/10/donate-blood-and-save-lifes.html' title='Donate blood and save lifes'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-1928323794400332096</id><published>2009-10-16T10:53:00.036+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:08:47.256+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manoj Kumar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M Kumar'/><title type='text'>Agra‘s Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Saturday’s morning, I was in deep sleep and suddenly my friend Arif came wake me up. He said that, "do you want to go Agra?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got surprised with that because I always have dream to go Agra to see Tajmahal. So I agreed to go Agra. Till 3:00 pm we were not decided that from which train we will go to Agra. Finally we have decided and gone to made tickets for that. Train was on 10:10 PM but we have taken too much time to leaving home. It’s about 9:50 PM, we were trying to get auto to go railway station but fortunately we got it. We said to him that, please go fast, we have to catch a train. That auto driver was so young and he dropped us on exact 10:10 PM and fortunately train was late and we got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 6:00 AM we reached at Agra railways station. My friend Kauslendra (chotu) was already there to receive us. He came there with his bike. I sited back on bike and my friends who came with me took auto rickshaw to go my friend’s (Chotu) home. His home is so near to TajMahal. We took rest after that fresh up we gone to see TajMahal on foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 8:00 AM, we reached at ticket counter which was very near to Tajmahal. Here we took tickets and goes on Electrical Van which was so beautiful to see and to seat. I got so excited before gone to see Tajmahal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgGStiTucI/AAAAAAAAAHg/37wI0-7EFkk/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393067472307075522" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgGStiTucI/AAAAAAAAAHg/37wI0-7EFkk/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgFmVSEulI/AAAAAAAAAHY/tVn9zuiyI6Q/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393066709882288722" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgFmVSEulI/AAAAAAAAAHY/tVn9zuiyI6Q/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some checking for the security purpose. They pick out all things which may be sensitive like bag, ear phones etc. There was a big gate with beautiful garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgG9ngWw8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/wwePRr8nb5s/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393068209422648258" style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgG9ngWw8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/wwePRr8nb5s/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgG-VBMPUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/667Y7yiXpTk/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393068221639966018" style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgG-VBMPUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/667Y7yiXpTk/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We entered into the TajMahal and got so excited to the Tajmahal. It was seems like a picture which I have seen before in wallpapers, movies and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgHhkusXyI/AAAAAAAAAII/c8qmlf6PAns/s1600-h/image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393068827152768802" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgHhkusXyI/AAAAAAAAAII/c8qmlf6PAns/s400/image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgHhdj6j1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Vg8vFaFQEQk/s1600-h/image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393068825228513106" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgHhdj6j1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Vg8vFaFQEQk/s400/image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgHg35_6UI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QdpGWWsAbXM/s1600-h/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393068815120591170" style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgHg35_6UI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QdpGWWsAbXM/s400/image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgI8X7AShI/AAAAAAAAAIg/O9Oz6Q8P9_w/s1600-h/image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393070387082840594" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgI8X7AShI/AAAAAAAAAIg/O9Oz6Q8P9_w/s400/image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgIWpkwRpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Bi0ofxbFXd0/s1600-h/image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393069738986325650" style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgIWpkwRpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Bi0ofxbFXd0/s400/image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgIWIelSlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5sx5TB-ahSE/s1600-h/image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have taken so many snaps of those scenarios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgJ4f-0XaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xdxrPG0vEYU/s1600-h/image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393071420038471074" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgJ4f-0XaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xdxrPG0vEYU/s400/image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgJ42qzfGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UYe2JXWb6ws/s1600-h/image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393071426128542818" style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgJ42qzfGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UYe2JXWb6ws/s400/image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgJ5Z96eiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Dh6lHIAuOu0/s1600-h/image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393071435603933730" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgJ5Z96eiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Dh6lHIAuOu0/s400/image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgKmTlXhII/AAAAAAAAAJA/QPm3IFkRzHU/s1600-h/image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393072206984479874" style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgKmTlXhII/AAAAAAAAAJA/QPm3IFkRzHU/s400/image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgKmlp5SHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xKiRT52a8PY/s1600-h/image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393072211835308146" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgKmlp5SHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xKiRT52a8PY/s400/image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgKm0BPCUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/siYpsAIGsQs/s1600-h/image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393072215691299138" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgKm0BPCUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/siYpsAIGsQs/s400/image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all of us say that it is a symbol of Love. How was difficulties occurred while making the Tajmahal I felt after to see that. Each and every thing was made of ‘Sangmarmar’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgMyTlsYqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/aXK3XsbYMG4/s1600-h/image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393074612167533218" style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgMyTlsYqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/aXK3XsbYMG4/s400/image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgMyhoKdBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/DzTAcocGdy8/s1600-h/image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393074615935988754" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgMyhoKdBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/DzTAcocGdy8/s400/image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After show the outer part of the Tajmahal we entered into inner portion. We found so beautiful seen there. There were two ‘Kabra’. First was of ‘Mumtaj’ and second one was of ‘Shahjahan’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgNeXd24VI/AAAAAAAAAJo/H5Zs5UeZQw4/s1600-h/image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393075369122652498" style="WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgNeXd24VI/AAAAAAAAAJo/H5Zs5UeZQw4/s400/image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgNw_wEzMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/iUXTjAK1OtA/s1600-h/image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393075689174125762" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgNw_wEzMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/iUXTjAK1OtA/s400/image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgNxeh1-BI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZJt-9uju4Ug/s1600-h/image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393075697435932690" style="WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgNxeh1-BI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZJt-9uju4Ug/s400/image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;While walking we got so tired and need some rest that’s why we sat at ‘Chabutara’. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgOV8s9R_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/AVgstPM-R2E/s1600-h/image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393076324010903538" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgOV8s9R_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/AVgstPM-R2E/s400/image044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgOWSKasaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WD7PdW2jpRc/s1600-h/image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393076329771610530" style="WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgOWSKasaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WD7PdW2jpRc/s400/image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgOWr2d_6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CCPUs4pYk00/s1600-h/image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393076336667262882" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgOWr2d_6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CCPUs4pYk00/s400/image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tajmahal is situated bank of Yamuna River which is just behind the Tajmahal. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgQfTJcrDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/A2mmUS-7A3Y/s1600-h/image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393078683678059570" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgQfTJcrDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/A2mmUS-7A3Y/s400/image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgQf1Vn3CI/AAAAAAAAAKg/uOqaviHeFh8/s1600-h/image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393078692855929890" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgQf1Vn3CI/AAAAAAAAAKg/uOqaviHeFh8/s400/image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgQgWrFFxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/O5Wt4SuTpTw/s1600-h/image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393078701804295954" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgQgWrFFxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/O5Wt4SuTpTw/s400/image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgQgtlIC7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/2EqHFX9Mcqw/s1600-h/image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393078707953339314" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgQgtlIC7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/2EqHFX9Mcqw/s400/image056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgQhCE1q_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/QyAUT-H9bpY/s1600-h/image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393078713455062002" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgQhCE1q_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/QyAUT-H9bpY/s400/image058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgRGhXvu0I/AAAAAAAAALA/darbgdZoASw/s1600-h/image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393079357511023426" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgRGhXvu0I/AAAAAAAAALA/darbgdZoASw/s400/image060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It is the portion of front of Tajmahal which look so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgRcLVMkmI/AAAAAAAAALI/q57dvBqbqoQ/s1600-h/image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393079729551872610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgRcLVMkmI/AAAAAAAAALI/q57dvBqbqoQ/s400/image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the Tajmahal we came out of the Tajmahal. We got so thirsty. We needed drink water so we took water and eat some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgRk523XdI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6zZvmt1HcCo/s1600-h/image064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393079879480073682" style="WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgRk523XdI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6zZvmt1HcCo/s400/image064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we gone to the Faithepur Sikari..which is 35 KM far from Agra. I’ll discuss that in my next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-1928323794400332096?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/1928323794400332096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/10/agras-trip.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/1928323794400332096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/1928323794400332096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/10/agras-trip.html' title='Agra‘s Trip'/><author><name>Manoj Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134478576648500827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SocU58CACRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OcZYkhvc_LM/S220/Z3mjwdj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/StgGStiTucI/AAAAAAAAAHg/37wI0-7EFkk/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-3504744146811755595</id><published>2009-10-12T13:16:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:30:51.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bombay To Goa (Ath Shree Goa Katha)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/StL8yrDGIsI/AAAAAAAAEkk/4lDUxCGOoeA/s1600-h/IMG_7419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/StL8yrDGIsI/AAAAAAAAEkk/4lDUxCGOoeA/s400/IMG_7419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391649651395273410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This bull shit scrap things were narrated by one of my very close buddy, named &lt;strong&gt;Anuj Kumar Singh &lt;/strong&gt;urf &lt;strong&gt;'Langda Tyagi'&lt;/strong&gt;.. He was also well known as &lt;strong&gt;Sleeping beauty&lt;/strong&gt; among our friends, because of his all time sleeping habbit.. :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;!! Ath Shree Goa darshan katha !!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ohh! Not that shit again… ****** ”, this was the response of my decent and dear  roommates, to my genuine excuses for my request to postpone their plan for Goa.&lt;br /&gt;Realizing it to be too feeble to resist, finally I accepted to avail of the lifetime opportunity- a long weekend and sufficient fund in my account.. &lt;em&gt;aur kya chaahiye zindgi ko&lt;/em&gt; :)..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I like things absolute, whatever it is.. Hence planning started:&lt;br /&gt;My teammate Omer Miranda has been there quite a few times, and is well acquainted with the place. He helped me decide and draw a best possible plan. He even prepared a list for us, of beaches &amp; places that would be of our most interest &lt;strong&gt;;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……..but, I forgot to carry the list to Goa ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/StL8_h8dcDI/AAAAAAAAEks/tOIQD-cW6NA/s1600-h/011020092313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/StL8_h8dcDI/AAAAAAAAEks/tOIQD-cW6NA/s200/011020092313.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391649872289820722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My shopping spree-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One does not goes to Goa every year, and never would someone like me..&lt;br /&gt;So, it needed some nice shopping.. and yes, it was done &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;a Tommy Hilfiger jeans, an Armani T-shirt  on great discounts &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt; , and a Ray Ban Aviator, without any discount &lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All was set, but the tickets…. Which, were booked just a day before. Credits to my roomie Sulabh and Indian Railways’ Tatkal seva.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Boarding (1st Oct 23:30, Thane):&lt;br /&gt;We were eight, tired of waiting.. but, not much, as were all excited about the trip, and yes, a group girls, just beside us, probably waiting for the same train.. hopefully for the same coach too, added to the excitement &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our train arrived, and the ladies too boarded with us, alas, to the compartment next to us &lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;By the time we settled, it was 24:00. Then all of a sudden, we heard claps and singing in the next compartment…it was someone’s birth day, someone from that group!!&lt;br /&gt;..On 2nd Oct.. grt naa??&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As said earlier, we were all excited.. One from our group too started clapping and singing loudly &lt;em&gt;“Happy Birthday to Baju wali”.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt; ….and why should others not be kind enough to join him. Hence forth our group kept celebrating her birthday again and again, whenever one felt to, until the journey ended.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thivim:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Thivim, the station nearest to our planned destination, at around 1200.&lt;br /&gt;What we found there, was heavy rain, something which none of us had ever expected.. apparently had no rain coats or umbrellas.. but high spirit.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Got wet, but got taxi …for Baga.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A “warm” welcome at Baga-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baga beach is one of the most crowded but beautiful beaches there. Our &lt;em&gt;taxi wala &lt;/em&gt;took us to a hotel decent enough. I, with two, went forward to see if the rooms too were fine. It was on first floor, cozy &amp; clean. Happy with the room, I left, to inform others ..was excited again.. Which did not last long.. DHAMM..DHADAAM..DHAMM … was now 5 stairs down!!&lt;br /&gt;My chappal had slipped on the wet stairs.. the sharp edges of  the badly engineered, slippery, tiled and ******* stairs had injured my ankle, which is still swollen and pains L but reminds me of there &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After getting fresh, the first thing we needed was to hire bikes. Yes! Luckily, I, got the best one. It was a yellow Yamaha FZ. Bold and beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/StL9aTw0LdI/AAAAAAAAEk0/KyDwAiE-ymY/s1600-h/DSC02279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/StL9aTw0LdI/AAAAAAAAEk0/KyDwAiE-ymY/s200/DSC02279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391650332339350994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now, what could stop us…. We zoomed and brrrooomd to beach, the Baga beach. Heavy rain, high tide, wide beach and adrenaline pumping.. what more was needed??&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We jumped in. After playing and fighting with the waves for an hour or two, until everyone got exhausted, we returned to hotel.. all wet and covered with sand, needed desperately to get fresh. What could have been better than having a swimming pool along with a restaurant, that too in the vicinity??&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes! Our hotel had one.. it felt like heaven.. Swimming while it rained, garma-garam pakore and ****. It sheer was like dream.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Next morning, as per out plan, we got our, and our bikes’ tanks filled and our caravan left for Morjim, another beautiful beach, most visited by foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;It was far, around 35 kilometers from our place, but not an issue at all &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Eternal, narrow road, meadows in green on both sides, shrubs and small trees on the sides, with leaning branches, gave the warmth of welcome.  It was green everywhere, was awesome and yes! Rain added to the beauty.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After having a thorough photo session there, we went to Chapora fort, the one you must hame seen in &lt;em&gt;‘Dil Chahta Hai’&lt;/em&gt;. It was at great altitude, from where it seemed like viewing Goa on google earth. From there we located one more beach, the Vagator beach. This was the beautiful and cleanest among all we had seen.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/StL-DV1DHjI/AAAAAAAAElE/eSatIKpTanM/s1600-h/IMG_7406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/StL-DV1DHjI/AAAAAAAAElE/eSatIKpTanM/s320/IMG_7406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391651037268614706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we returned to our hotel not to relax, but to change, and left again within an hour .. as we had only one more day for our bucket list.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With same vigor, we started again, this time for Panaji (Panjim), the Capital.&lt;br /&gt;There we went on cruise, which provided ride with music. They started with their traditional dance, then the DJ etc. Most of the public there were couples, few young, few old, all busy with their selves. We stags felt bored until the DJs started inviting on dance floor, first kids, and then couples. It looked really romantic..love was in air, ..rather, profusely in air…. Sigh!! We just watch and lament. &lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humaara dard, aasoon ban kar, aakhon se behne hi wala tha ki unhe ehsaas hui, aur hum boys ki baari aayi&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dance and all, we moved forward to Dona Paula, named after a lady, I guess Portuguese, who committed suicide for not been able to get her love. The place is known as the lovers point. It too was beautiful, and we spent about an hour watching the sea waves. It was around 24:00 then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner, got reenergized , and started again.. this time for old Goa and Vasco.. the place with old churches, Shipyards and ports. It still rained heavily, while we were riding.. and we reached Vasco at around 2:00 AM midnight. We were all tired, so, everyone parked their bikes to take a break. I parked mine too, and left the bike. But soon I realized, the very second, that had forgotten to pull the stand down.. Yes, the bike fall down immediately with another &lt;em&gt;“dhadaam”&lt;/em&gt;. The poor fellow had now lost its clutch lever &lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;….this time it was not excited ness, but exhaust ness.. and so am now.. having written so much.. need to wrap it quick..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then we returned, back to hotel, where we reached at about 4:00 AM. We had been riding whole night.. took a break of few hours .. next morning ..checked out.. returned our bikes.. had breakfast… now what?? Our bus was in evening at 6:45.. we still had ample time.. so went again to the baga beach.. to bid farewell.. this time &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/StL9awKj6cI/AAAAAAAAEk8/VKsX7FS04B4/s1600-h/IMG_7469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/StL9awKj6cI/AAAAAAAAEk8/VKsX7FS04B4/s200/IMG_7469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391650339963529666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rain had stopped and we had a different view of the sea.. I could not keep myself out anymore.. so once again plunged in….. &lt;em&gt;man bhar kar nahaaye&lt;/em&gt;…. &lt;em&gt;Fir sea ko bye bola… aur Mapusa ke liye nikal pade.. &lt;/em&gt;Mapusa is another major junction there. &lt;em&gt;Apni bus start hui.. aur wapas Mumbai pahunch gaye.. physically, waise ek thread me abhi vi goa hi chal raha hai..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That was all about Goa.. &lt;em&gt;ab main thukk chucka hun aur pukk chukk chukka hun..&lt;br /&gt;Humein aagya den&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-3504744146811755595?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/3504744146811755595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/10/bombay-to-goa-ath-shree-goa-katha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3504744146811755595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3504744146811755595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/10/bombay-to-goa-ath-shree-goa-katha.html' title='Bombay To Goa (Ath Shree Goa Katha)'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/StL8yrDGIsI/AAAAAAAAEkk/4lDUxCGOoeA/s72-c/IMG_7419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-2890293280619456998</id><published>2009-10-07T10:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:36:45.862+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"रात भर का हैं मेहमान अंधेरा...किसके रोके रुका है 'सवेरा'"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SswhyrZjc7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/e9XtpFRtEMg/s1600-h/lc119-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SswhyrZjc7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/e9XtpFRtEMg/s200/lc119-22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389720008582722482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सुबह की भोर की पहली रुपहली 'किरण'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आँखों में ओस की नमी लिए ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;नयी आशा,उमंग, सुख-शांति वा उन्नति के संग...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;इंद्रधनुषी रथ पर होके सवार...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अपनाकर 'सत्य का मार्ग'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;पहुँची हैं तेरे मन के द्वार...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;खोल रे मित्रा मन के नयन...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;करके जीवन में इसे ग्रहण...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-2890293280619456998?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/2890293280619456998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/2890293280619456998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/2890293280619456998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='&quot;रात भर का हैं मेहमान अंधेरा...किसके रोके रुका है &apos;सवेरा&apos;&quot;'/><author><name>Manoj Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134478576648500827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SocU58CACRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OcZYkhvc_LM/S220/Z3mjwdj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SswhyrZjc7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/e9XtpFRtEMg/s72-c/lc119-22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-2545751973436189767</id><published>2009-09-26T16:26:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:36:25.151+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='दिल के पास'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>एक शाम कुछ यूं भी</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;एक &lt;a href="http://prashant7aug.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_11.html"&gt;पुराना पोस्ट&lt;/a&gt;, जो दिल के बेहद नजदीक है..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWumljFJslc/SHhHV5Cxo7I/AAAAAAAACpw/2gkEVr94lKI/s1600-h/eveningsurf_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWumljFJslc/SHhHV5Cxo7I/AAAAAAAACpw/2gkEVr94lKI/s320/eveningsurf_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222002209351377842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;उस दिन जब तुम्हें देखा तो मानो दिल कि धड़कन थम सी गई थी.. तुम्हारी नजरों को भी मैंने देखा था.. पल भर को मेरे चेहरे पर टिकी थी.. मानो इस बात का सबूत दे रही हो कि मैं कोई अंजान नहीं हूं.. दिल को तसल्ली हुई, तुम अभी भी मुझे देख कर पहचान रही हो.. अभिनय करने में तुम अभी कच्ची हो.. नहीं तो तुम मुझे ये एहसास नहीं होने देती.. जिंदगी भी किसी नदी कि तरह होती है, हर परिस्तिथि में अपना रास्ता तलाश कर लेती है.. बहना कभी बंद नहीं करती है.. मगर रास्ता बदलने पर जैसे सूखे हुये पानी के श्रोत अपना निशान छोड़ जाती है वैसे ही जिंदगी भी कहीं ना कहीं अपना निशान छोड़ जाती है.. मानो ये याद दिलाने के लिये कि कहीं कुछ सूना सा है.. कुछ खालीपन.. कुछ यादें.. तुमने भले ही अपनी नजरें मुझसे फेर ली थी, मगर मैं तुम्हें एक-टक देखता रहा.. फिर बेतरतीबी में सिगरेट जलाया.. मेरी मित्र ने मुझे कहा कि मत जलाओ.. शायद धुवें से उसे दिक्कत थी, या शायद मेरे सिगरेट पीने से.. मैं सॉरी कहकर वहां से जाने लगा, उसने जाने से मना कर दिया.. सिगरेट बुझाने को कहा.. मैंने एक लंबा कश लिया, उसने फिर मना किया.. इतने अधिकार से जिसे मैं नजर अंदाज नहीं कर पाया.. सिगरेट फेंक कर अपना सारा आवेश अपने जूते से उस पर निकाल दिया.. "यहीं थोड़ी दूर पर एक मंदिर है, चलोगे वहां?" मन नहीं था, सो एक सपाट सा उत्तर.. "अरे प्रसाद भी बहुत अच्छा मिलता है वहां.." एक खिलखिलाती हुई सी हंसी, जो शत-प्रतिशत मुझे बहलाने का प्रयास था.. मैं फिर मना नहीं कर पाया.. सोचा मेरा मन बहलाने के लिये ही तो कर रही है ये सब.. मंदिर से बाहर निकलकर सभी प्रसाद खाने लगे.. शायद सच में अच्छा था.. उनके चेहरे से झलक रहा था.. दो चने के दाने मैंने भी उठाया और मुह में डाल लिया.. अनमने ढंग से उसे निगल भी लिया.. फिर वापस कर दिया.. ना जाने क्यों कुछ भी अच्छा नहीं लग रहा था.. कुछ यादें फिर से दिल पर दस्तक दे रही थी.. ऐसी यादें जिनका मैं सामना नहीं कर सकता.. बस भागना चाहता हूं.. मगर भाग भी नहीं पाता.. क्या करूं? कहां जाऊं इन यादों से? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-2545751973436189767?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/2545751973436189767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/2545751973436189767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/2545751973436189767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_26.html' title='एक शाम कुछ यूं भी'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWumljFJslc/SHhHV5Cxo7I/AAAAAAAACpw/2gkEVr94lKI/s72-c/eveningsurf_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-5763218043453590525</id><published>2009-09-25T23:22:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:28:23.533+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manoj Kumar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M Kumar'/><title type='text'>13 year old Indian girl addresses UN summit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;     New York: Yugratna Srivastav, a 13-year-old girl from Lucknow has addr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;essed the United Nations Climate Change Summit in New York. Yugratna's speech was cheered on by world leaders including UN General Secretary Ban Ki-Moon. "It was a very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt; great experience for me because now actually I feel I'm one in a million who gets an opportunity to speak. I also met several heads of state and I was sitting next to Al Gor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;e," said Yugratna to CNN-IBN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/Sr0D5mX4kiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GfBq0y8xHoY/s1600-h/13-year-old2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/Sr0D5mX4kiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GfBq0y8xHoY/s200/13-year-old2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385465017493131810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104%;" &gt;"World leaders must recognise the energy and potential which lies in children and youth. This age group is just like flowing rivers and they make their own way in the direction in which they march," said Yugratna, a lively, committed and very passionate teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yugratna became sensitised to environmental protection in Grade 6 in St. Francis School in Shamli, India. It was there that she joined "Tarumitra" (Friends of Trees).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The non-governmental organization works hard to stop the felling of trees and forests, builds roadside gardens and cleans up garbage dumps, among other activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008 Yugratna participated in the Tunza youth conference in Norway organised by the United Nations Environment Programme (UNEP) and became a member of the Junior Board. Tunza is the UNEP magazine for youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the first Indian child to ever get elected to the Junior Board and was invited again to participate in this year's Tunza conference in Seoul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she is not in school, she is talking about climate change and environmental protection around India and abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For my generation in India, climate change means global warming, scarcity of food and drinking water and an outbreak of accentuated epidemics," she added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her increasing environmental activism has brought her to the attention of UNEP and now to the world leading to her addressing the UN Summit in New York।&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/8447395890335578809-5763218043453590525?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/5763218043453590525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/09/13-year-old-indian-girl-addresses-un.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/5763218043453590525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/5763218043453590525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/09/13-year-old-indian-girl-addresses-un.html' title='13 year old Indian girl addresses UN summit'/><author><name>Manoj Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134478576648500827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SocU58CACRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OcZYkhvc_LM/S220/Z3mjwdj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/Sr0D5mX4kiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GfBq0y8xHoY/s72-c/13-year-old2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-72941299052277152</id><published>2009-09-20T10:18:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:31:47.130+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nalini'/><title type='text'>Does intellegence matter?????????</title><content type='html'>Yesterday an interesting incidence happened in my class when i was taking my NMST lecture. It was my first lecture of the day. My lecture was going very smoothly. I was so much into deep to take  my class and giving the attention to the 50 students. Suddenly a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;topper student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of that class came to me and asked some problems regarding Statistics. The problem was actually from the Probability section. I discussed his problem and solved that question. After  concluding the answer when i asked "Ab samazh mai aaya ??????" than that student answered me very positively and confidently by saying "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;YES MAM I GOT IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". After this statement i sugested him to solve atleast 15 questions  from the same probability section as an home-work. And that student made a commitment to me that he will definitely solve the 15 question having the same problem as an home-work and will show me the next day. Next Day  i reached in the class and asked about those 15 problems from that student. He came to me having his notebook. When i checked his 1st question that was absolutely correct and i smiled but as soon as i turned over the page i was so shocked to see the next 14 question....????????What actually he did ,,, he repeated the same problem 15 times instead of solving the 15 different questions. That time i was in dellimma wether i had to scold him or laugh at him.. And finally i scolded him by saying "Do u have any intellegence power or not ??".&lt;br /&gt;Due to his stupidity my entire class was actually distubed till end.I discussed these things with my senior colligues and they were actually shocked and laughed at this incidence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a question approached in my mind"Do topper students hve no intellegence power?????".. Being a topper student how a student who got the 2nd position in the class can do such a silly mistake".....and i am still in dellimma...Itz actually a big Question mark for me!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-72941299052277152?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/72941299052277152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-home-work.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/72941299052277152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/72941299052277152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-home-work.html' title='Does intellegence matter?????????'/><author><name>Nalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18237523414867875835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2-M-_EoXHig/SrXJtGSr4DI/AAAAAAAAABo/ApCiFDVhB2M/S220/Copy+of+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-2152573614029493700</id><published>2009-09-11T18:38:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:44:17.015+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hindi Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>तुम मुझे यूं भुला ना पाओगे</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;तुम उस दिन सफेद कपड़े में आयी थी, मैं तुम्हें ऐसे देख रहा था जैसे कोई परी आसमान से उतर आयी हो.. कालेज का आखिरी दिन होने के कारण से हम दोनों ही बेचैन थे.. इस असमंजस में थे की पता नहीं अब मुलाकात हो ना हो.. सभी कुछ खत्म होने के बाद हम भी अपने रस्ते चलने को तैयार थे, मगर कुछ वक्त एक दूसरे के साथ बिताने के इच्छुक भी.. टहलते हुये निकल परे, कदम जितना धीमा परे इसके जतन में.. एक आईस्क्रीम वाल दिखा और दोनों ने ही चोकोबार लिया और धीरे-धीरे खाने लगे.. थोड़ा प्यार-मनुहार भी कुछ शरारतें भी.. तभी कहीं से एक आवाज सी सुनाई देने लगी.. &lt;blockquote&gt;"तुम मुझे यूं भुला ना पाओगे.. जब कभी भी सुनोगे गीत मेरे.."&lt;/blockquote&gt; शायद कुछ गीतों कि उम्र बहुत लम्बी होती है.. जो बिन बुलाये अपनी धमक छोड़ जाती है.. गाहे-बगाहे सटीक तरीके से उस महौल में ढ़ल भी जाती है..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;उस समय पहली बार ये अहसास हुआ की सच में मैं तुम्हें कभी भुला नहीं पाऊंगा.. कभी नहीं.. तुम आज भी मुझमें जिंदा हो, मेरे ख्वाबों में जिंदा हो.. हर पल तुम मेरे साथ होती हो.. कभी दोस्त बनकर.. कभी प्रेमिका बनकर.. कभी हितचिंतक बनकर.. तो कभी शत्रु बनकर.. हर पल में तुम्हें हजार बार जीता हूं..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;क्या तुम्हें याद है, आज कौन सा दिन है?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-2152573614029493700?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/2152573614029493700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_11.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/2152573614029493700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/2152573614029493700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_11.html' title='तुम मुझे यूं भुला ना पाओगे'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-8193957148801361949</id><published>2009-09-10T14:40:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:15:19.138+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Software Engineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>Software Testing and The Myth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/SqjDl1ma8RI/AAAAAAAAEi8/MSasb-VYXVA/s1600-h/SE-+Pressman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/SqjDl1ma8RI/AAAAAAAAEi8/MSasb-VYXVA/s200/SE-+Pressman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379764809704861970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:110%;"&gt;There's a myth that if we were really good at programming, there would be no bugs to catch. If only we could really concentrate, if only everyone used structured programming, topdown design, decision tables, if programs were written in SQUISH, if we had the right silver bullets, then there would be no bugs. So goes the myth. There are bugs, the myth says, because we are bad at what we do; and if we are bad at it, we should feel guilty about it. Therefore, testing and test case design is an admission of failure, which instills a goodly dose of guilt. And the tedium of testing is just punishment for our errors. Punishment for what? For being human? Guilt for what? For failing to achieve inhuman perfection? For not distinguishing between what another programmer thinks and what he says? For failing to be telepathic? For not solving human communications problems that have been kicked&lt;br /&gt;around . . . for forty centuries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Yesterday I was going through Software Engineering book by Pressman and I found these quotes. I found it very interesting and some philosphical also, so I am posting it here. These words he wrote in the 17th chapter(Software Testing).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-8193957148801361949?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/8193957148801361949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/09/software-testing-and-myth.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/8193957148801361949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/8193957148801361949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/09/software-testing-and-myth.html' title='Software Testing and The Myth'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/SqjDl1ma8RI/AAAAAAAAEi8/MSasb-VYXVA/s72-c/SE-+Pressman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-7426425113569321153</id><published>2009-09-07T18:29:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:33:20.398+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hindi Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>अधिकार</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/SqUEie-UchI/AAAAAAAAEic/xoKOGbeDLs4/s1600-h/Native-American-Woman-In-Full-Moon-Night-Sky-1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/SqUEie-UchI/AAAAAAAAEic/xoKOGbeDLs4/s400/Native-American-Woman-In-Full-Moon-Night-Sky-1024x768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378710320440439314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;क्यों चली आती हो ख्वाबों में&lt;br /&gt;क्यों भूल जाती हो&lt;br /&gt;तुमने ही खत्म किया था&lt;br /&gt;अपने उन सारे अधिकारों को&lt;br /&gt;मुझ पर से&lt;br /&gt;अब इन ख्वाबों पर भी&lt;br /&gt;तुम्हारा कोई अधिकार नहीं&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;क्यों चली आती हो ख्यालो में&lt;br /&gt;कभी नींद चुराने, कभी चैन चुराने&lt;br /&gt;तुमने ही तो मुझे&lt;br /&gt;अपने ख्यालों से निकाल फेंका था&lt;br /&gt;अब मैं तुम्हारा &lt;br /&gt;बहिष्कार करना चाहता हूं&lt;br /&gt;पर तुम हो कि मानती ही नहीं&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मेरे हिस्से कि दिन की गरमी&lt;br /&gt;से घबरा उठी थी तुम,&lt;br /&gt;अब क्यों रातों कि &lt;br /&gt;चांदनी चुराने आती हो&lt;br /&gt;ये शीतलता ही मेरे&lt;br /&gt;जीने का भरोसा है&lt;br /&gt;ये जैसे तुम जानती ही नहीं &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-7426425113569321153?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/7426425113569321153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/7426425113569321153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/7426425113569321153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='अधिकार'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/SqUEie-UchI/AAAAAAAAEic/xoKOGbeDLs4/s72-c/Native-American-Woman-In-Full-Moon-Night-Sky-1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-5173651677573165149</id><published>2009-09-04T14:57:00.018+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:32:15.763+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Data mining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manoj Kumar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web mining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M Kumar'/><title type='text'>Web mining is a magic for today's world..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:104;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the current scenarios Web mining is a technique that is widely using in the world. Many of the search engines like Google, msn, AOL, YAHOO and etc are using web mining techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SqDl4UU46bI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dbkr38Vmw4s/s1600-h/1220444004856_search-engines_t.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SqDl4UU46bI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dbkr38Vmw4s/s200/1220444004856_search-engines_t.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377550710772132274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Web mining&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Web mining is the application of data mining techniques to discover patterns from the Web. According to analysis targets, web mining can be divided into three different types, which are Web usage mining, Web content mining and Web structure mining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SqDlEp3pUHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jtmmibA9fc0/s1600-h/search-engine-optimization-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SqDlEp3pUHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jtmmibA9fc0/s200/search-engine-optimization-blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377549823201857650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Web mining Pros and Cons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Web mining essentially has many advantages which makes this technology attractive to corporations including the government agencies. The predicting capability of the mining application can benefits the society by identifying criminal activities. The companies can understand the needs of the customer better and they can react to customer needs faster. The companies can find, attract and retain customers; they can save on production costs by utilizing the acquired insight of customer requirements. They can increase profitability by target pricing based on the profiles created. They can even find the customer who might default to a competitor the company will try to retain the customer by providing promotional offers to the specific customer, thus reducing the risk of losing a customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Web mining the technology itself doesn’t create issues, but this technology when used on data of personal nature might cause concerns. The most criticized ethical issue involving web mining is the invasion of privacy. Privacy is considered lost when information concerning an individual is obtained, used, or disseminated, especially if this occurs without their knowledge or consent. The obtained data will be analyzed, and clustered to form profiles; the data will be made anonymous before clustering so that no individual can be linked directly to a profile. But usually the group profiles are used as if they are personal profiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SqDjk9-CqKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9BMlansdibw/s1600-h/search-engine-optimization.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377548179329951906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SqDjk9-CqKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9BMlansdibw/s200/search-engine-optimization.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired from Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-5173651677573165149?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/5173651677573165149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/09/web-mining-is-magic-for-todays-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/5173651677573165149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/5173651677573165149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/09/web-mining-is-magic-for-todays-world.html' title='Web mining is a magic for today&apos;s world..'/><author><name>Manoj Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134478576648500827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SocU58CACRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OcZYkhvc_LM/S220/Z3mjwdj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SqDl4UU46bI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dbkr38Vmw4s/s72-c/1220444004856_search-engines_t.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-8017434832884891514</id><published>2009-09-03T16:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:59:04.117+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Marriage, Love &amp; Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp-e3VfWRaI/AAAAAAAAEiI/RM9T1QbxY-o/s1600-h/ob5-080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp-e3VfWRaI/AAAAAAAAEiI/RM9T1QbxY-o/s200/ob5-080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377191153602282914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;"Bhai, what you gifted to Anni?" I asked to my friend. Today is his 2nd marriage anniversary. Anni is a Tamil word, it means "Bhabhi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing bhai.." He replied. "Today is last day of the month, so I am almost bankrrupt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things we were talking on 31st August. Within an hour I checked my salary account and I found my August months salary there. Again I turned towards my friend and said, "Bhai, ab to gift banta hai. We got the salary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Yes" and started googling for some gold chain stores in Chennai and its price. After 1 hour, finally he selected one jewellery and call to the "Joy Alukka's" showroom for the availability and the price. Its price was approx 25K. He came back to me and said, "Bhai, I was very much happy when I was a bachelor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed on that and asked him, "Tell me honestly, are you really think like this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No boss. Honest answer is, yes I'm happy now." he replied and he continue speaking "If really some one is not happy after 2 yrs of marriage it means somewhere something is definitely wrong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-8017434832884891514?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/8017434832884891514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/09/marriage-love-happiness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/8017434832884891514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/8017434832884891514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/09/marriage-love-happiness.html' title='Marriage, Love &amp; Happiness'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp-e3VfWRaI/AAAAAAAAEiI/RM9T1QbxY-o/s72-c/ob5-080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-7546604238699107728</id><published>2009-09-02T15:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:43:25.953+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Festivals'/><title type='text'>Today is Onam Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;Today is Onam. One of the most awaited fetival for South Indian people. Apart from Onam, Pongal is another most awaited fetival for South Indian. Just Like &lt;strong&gt;"Chhath"&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;"Biharis"&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;"Dashahara"&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;"Bengalies"&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;"Ganeshotsav"&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;"Marathies"&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets first talk about Onam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;font-size:104%;"&gt;Story goes that during the reign of mighty asura (demon) king, Mahabali, Kerala witnessed its golden era. Every body in the state was happy and prosperous and king was highly regarded by his subjects. Apart from all his virtues, Mahabali had one shortcoming. He was egoistic. This weakness in Mahabali's character was utilized by Gods to bring an end to his reign as they felt challenged by Mahabali's growing popularity. However, for all the good deed done by Mahabali, God granted him a boon that he could annually visit his people with whom he was so attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onam"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets talk about a celebration in my office. It happened on 31st August. Actually it was a competition for Rangoli, which should made by flowers. Let take a look of all participated Rangolies and tell me which one is the best. In the end of the post I'll tell you about the winning one. &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5I2r3hAgI/AAAAAAAAEgw/w9meZfCOQKw/s1600-h/Rangoli+(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5I2r3hAgI/AAAAAAAAEgw/w9meZfCOQKw/s400/Rangoli+(12).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376815109452661250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5I2GYSsCI/AAAAAAAAEgo/BkfGh6xaM0E/s1600-h/Rangoli+(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5I2GYSsCI/AAAAAAAAEgo/BkfGh6xaM0E/s400/Rangoli+(11).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376815099389587490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5IdQ8UErI/AAAAAAAAEgg/f1PEe2HO5w4/s1600-h/Rangoli+(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5IdQ8UErI/AAAAAAAAEgg/f1PEe2HO5w4/s400/Rangoli+(10).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376814672728298162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5Icz7kzBI/AAAAAAAAEgY/NmHgWvT6fgY/s1600-h/Rangoli+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5Icz7kzBI/AAAAAAAAEgY/NmHgWvT6fgY/s400/Rangoli+(9).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376814664940571666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5IckSPxxI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/x9KmGWFTgE4/s1600-h/Rangoli+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5IckSPxxI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/x9KmGWFTgE4/s400/Rangoli+(8).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376814660740695826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5IcIh5TbI/AAAAAAAAEgI/qnAF8VWkf_4/s1600-h/Rangoli+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5IcIh5TbI/AAAAAAAAEgI/qnAF8VWkf_4/s400/Rangoli+(7).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376814653290139058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5Sx_5YbvI/AAAAAAAAEiA/uOtZD3WnioE/s1600-h/Rangoli+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5Sx_5YbvI/AAAAAAAAEiA/uOtZD3WnioE/s400/Rangoli+(5).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376826024046128882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5SxbHieII/AAAAAAAAEh4/98qa91RcJ0I/s1600-h/Rangoli+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5SxbHieII/AAAAAAAAEh4/98qa91RcJ0I/s400/Rangoli+(4).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376826014173395074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5R_m94T4I/AAAAAAAAEhw/AW8VWhESBZc/s1600-h/Rangoli+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5R_m94T4I/AAAAAAAAEhw/AW8VWhESBZc/s400/Rangoli+(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376825158360649602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5R_YpfLqI/AAAAAAAAEho/UWc5MhhZZOA/s1600-h/Rangoli+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5R_YpfLqI/AAAAAAAAEho/UWc5MhhZZOA/s400/Rangoli+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376825154517020322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5R--dU9sI/AAAAAAAAEhg/As56n3DXob0/s1600-h/Rangoli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5R--dU9sI/AAAAAAAAEhg/As56n3DXob0/s400/Rangoli.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376825147486697154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5IblwovmI/AAAAAAAAEgA/HF_qaHtcHAQ/s1600-h/Rangoli+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5IblwovmI/AAAAAAAAEgA/HF_qaHtcHAQ/s400/Rangoli+(6).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376814643956727394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last one was the winner.. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All photographs are Copyrighted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-7546604238699107728?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/7546604238699107728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-is-onam-festival.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/7546604238699107728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/7546604238699107728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-is-onam-festival.html' title='Today is Onam Festival'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Sp5I2r3hAgI/AAAAAAAAEgw/w9meZfCOQKw/s72-c/Rangoli+(12).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-683515165007924981</id><published>2009-08-29T16:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:17:27.825+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.P.J. Abdul Kalam&apos;s speech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manoj Kumar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M Kumar'/><title type='text'>The President of India DR. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam 's Speech in Hyderabad .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SpkUZbklAdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LHSA5mZI6NE/s1600-h/abdul-kamal+in+public.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SpkTqXRn2BI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rj-5fYXtPmg/s1600-h/Kalam-sitting.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SpkTqXRn2BI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rj-5fYXtPmg/s200/Kalam-sitting.GIF" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375349248766760978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:104%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Why is the media here so negative?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our achievements? We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse acknowledge them---Why?&lt;br /&gt;We are the first in milk production.&lt;br /&gt;We are number one in Remote sensing satellites.&lt;br /&gt;We are the second largest producer of wheat.&lt;br /&gt;We are the second largest producer of rice.&lt;br /&gt;Look at Dr. Sudarshan , he has transferred the tribal village into a self-sustaining, self-driving unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There are millions of such achievements but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a Jewish gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert into an orchid and a granary. It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The gory details of killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the newspaper, buried among other news.&lt;br /&gt;   In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Why are we so NEGATIVE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another question: Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with foreign things? We want foreign T. Vs, we want foreign shirts. We want foreign technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that self-respect comes with self-reliance? I was in Hyderabad giving this lecture,when a 14 year old girl asked me for my autograph. I asked her what her goal in life is. She replied: I want to live in a developed India . For her, you and I will have to build this developed India . You must proclaim. India is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly developed nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:104%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SpkUZbklAdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LHSA5mZI6NE/s200/abdul-kamal+in+public.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375350057373860306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU say that our government is inefficient.&lt;br /&gt;YOU say that our laws are too old.&lt;br /&gt;YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;YOU say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke,&lt;br /&gt;The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination.&lt;br /&gt;YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;YOU say, say and say.. What do YOU do about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Take a person on his way to Singapore . Give him a name - YOURS. Give him aface - YOURS. YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International best. In Singapore you don't throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in the stores. YOU are as proud of their Underground links as they are. You pay $5 (approx. Rs. 60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim Causeway or Pedder Road ) between 5 PM and 8 PM. YOU come back to the parking lot to punch your parking ticket if you have over stayed in a restaurant or a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity... In Singapore you don't say anything, DO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU wouldn't dare to eat in public during Ramadan, in Dubai .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU would not dare to go out without your head covered in Jeddah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange in London at 10 pounds ( Rs.650) a month to, 'see to it that my STD and ISD calls are billed to someone else.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU would not dare to speed beyond 55 mph (88 km/h) in Washington and then tell the traffic cop,'Jaanta hai main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and so's son. Take your two bucks and get lost.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU wouldn't chuck an empty coconut shell anywhere other than the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo ? Why don't YOU use examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in Boston ??? We are still talking of the same YOU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign system in other countries but cannot in your own. You who will throw papers and cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground. If you can be an involved and appreciative citizen in an alien country, why cannot you be the same here in India ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Once in an interview, the famous Ex-municipal commissioner of Bombay , Mr. Tinaikar , had a point to make. 'Rich people's dogs are walked on the streets to leave their affluent droppings all over the place,' he said. 'And then the same people turn around to criticize and blame the authorities for inefficiency and dirty pavements. What do they expect the&lt;br /&gt;officers to do? Go down with a broom every time their dog feels the pressure in his bowels? In America every dog owner has to clean up after his pet has done the job. Same in Japan . Will the Indian citizen do that here?' He's right. We go to the polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We expect the government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking garbage all over the place nor are we going to stop to pick up a stray piece of paper and throw it in the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We expect the railways to provide clean bathrooms but we are not going to learn the proper use of bathrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of food and toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the service to the public. When it comes to burning social issues like those related to women, dowry, girl child! and others, we make loud drawing room protestations and continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's the whole system which has to change, how will it matter if I alone forego my sons' rights to a dowry.' So who's going to change the system? What does a system consist of? Very conveniently for us it consists of our neighbor's, other households, other cities, other communities and the government. But definitely not me and YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When it comes to us actually making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with our families into a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far away and wait for a Mr.Clean to come along &amp;amp; work miracles for us with a majestic sweep of his hand or we leave the country and run away. Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to America to bask in their glory and praise their system. When New York becomes insecure we run to England . When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight out&lt;br /&gt;to the Gulf. When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and brought home by the Indian government. Everybody is out to abuse and rape the country. Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our conscience is mortgaged to money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a greatdeal of introspection and pricks one's conscience too.... I am echoing J. F. Kennedy 's words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;'ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR INDIA&lt;br /&gt;AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO MAKE INDIA&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AMERICA AND OTHER WESTERN COUNTRIES ARE TODAY' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets do what India needs from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convince others to read this post instead of reading Jokes or junk post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &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/8447395890335578809-683515165007924981?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/683515165007924981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/08/president-of-india-dr-p-j-abdul-kalam-s.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/683515165007924981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/683515165007924981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/08/president-of-india-dr-p-j-abdul-kalam-s.html' title='The President of India DR. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam &apos;s Speech in Hyderabad .'/><author><name>Manoj Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134478576648500827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SocU58CACRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OcZYkhvc_LM/S220/Z3mjwdj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SpkTqXRn2BI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rj-5fYXtPmg/s72-c/Kalam-sitting.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-7492546382179529755</id><published>2009-08-27T16:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:24:24.277+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>Effort estimation!!! What a bull shit..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/SpZlW0HwVoI/AAAAAAAAEdc/iOsSzJM95LE/s1600-h/1041337-Travel_Picture-Looking_upon_our_world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/SpZlW0HwVoI/AAAAAAAAEdc/iOsSzJM95LE/s200/1041337-Travel_Picture-Looking_upon_our_world.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374594647935964802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;Normally in any industry we are giving our work estimation, but here I'll only talk about IT industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine, there is a very big ground and your boss will tell to run into the ground from one end to another end. You don't know that how much you have to run, either &lt;strong&gt;1 km &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;2 km &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;10 km&lt;/strong&gt;. You knew only one thing that what is your speed and you can run &lt;strong&gt;1 km &lt;/strong&gt;in 10 minutes. Your boss will again give some pressure that give your maximum time estimation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you are happy, that you will give very high estimation and you'll finish your work in lesser hours. And rest of the time you will enjoy.. &lt;strong&gt;;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my friend, suppose you will give your estimation for 10 km and the exact distance will be 100 km then what you'll do? You will be in a deep shit, you'll have to face the pressure from all the directions. From your boss, from the management, from the client(if you are working for any client), and also from your family because they always wants to spend time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Whatever you are doing or wherever you are working, it doesn't matter. But you have to give some time estimation, and 75% times you'll find yourself in a condition like &lt;strong&gt;a cat running on a hot tin roof&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-7492546382179529755?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/7492546382179529755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/08/effort-estimation-what-bull-shit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/7492546382179529755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/7492546382179529755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/08/effort-estimation-what-bull-shit.html' title='Effort estimation!!! What a bull shit..'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/SpZlW0HwVoI/AAAAAAAAEdc/iOsSzJM95LE/s72-c/1041337-Travel_Picture-Looking_upon_our_world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-8448964875417776425</id><published>2009-08-21T13:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-10T19:29:27.520+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>FYI to the readers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;FYI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this blog to write about my small thoughts &amp; ideas. Then my dearest friend &lt;strong&gt;Manoj&lt;/strong&gt; also joined this blog as a writer and moderator. Just now I gave all rights to him, and from now he will share his ownership with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &amp; Regards to all readers&lt;br /&gt;Prashant Priyadarshi (PD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-8448964875417776425?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/8448964875417776425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/08/fyi-to-readers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/8448964875417776425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/8448964875417776425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/08/fyi-to-readers.html' title='FYI to the readers'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-931450033428935478</id><published>2009-08-15T14:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:54:55.695+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIT Bhopal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manoj Kumar'/><title type='text'>Great Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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For the first time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104;" &gt;, I have attended this celebration in my college life. For three years of my MCA life, I have never gone to attained or see the Independence Day or Republic Day celebration in my college. First time I attended and attended not as a student but I was there as a faculty. What are the scenarios of my college, according to that I have never accepted that type of celebration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so great to see and participate in this celebration. Everywhere crowds looking so busy to prepare celebration. Some were busy in doing seating arrangement, some were busy to welcome guests and important peoples and some were busy to practice the performance which they are going to do. I was standing to see these in surprising way. Flag hosting done by Director of the college. After that National song was sang by each people. Every one standing straight and in discipline. NCC candidates were done excellent parade march. Cultural programs done in very colorful manner containing all colors of our country. Every one clapping to shown that, so I also clapped to show these programs. There were so many children sitting on floor and some were standing and fighting with each other to see the program because they are small and not able to see properly. I have felt in children that, they were so excited about this function. Those children came from near local schools and from slum areas. But excitements were present equally in each. After completion of cultural programs Director, Chairman of Board and some guest spoke their speech about Independence Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All were trying to remember only great peoples of India like Mahatma Gandhi, Indira Gandhi and etc but they forget to remember soldiers and freedom fighter of our country who are actual heroes to get freedom of our country. Ok, any way let’s continue, I got so bored to listen their speech because they took too much time to give their speech. May be some people were interested to listen but most of the people are not interested like children. I also not interested because by their speeches, they were trying to copy of politician. If we see logically, this type of celebration if celebrate in schools or colleges then we should give speech which should be relevant to the students. But here, they spoke about country, politician and politics in the college which doesn't mean for the students and the children who were present at that place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, sweets were distributed among the peoples. Some were took 2-4 packets except one. That’s way, many of the children not got sweet packet. I felt so bad to show that. I took one packet from the volunteer and came back to my home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-931450033428935478?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/931450033428935478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/08/greate-independence-day.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/931450033428935478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/931450033428935478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/08/greate-independence-day.html' title='Great Independence Day'/><author><name>Manoj Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134478576648500827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SocU58CACRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OcZYkhvc_LM/S220/Z3mjwdj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SoaeTbCwBaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QjHAKhhvXrA/s72-c/indian_flag_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-5675733981307998796</id><published>2009-07-30T15:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:55:17.424+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIT Bhopal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manoj Kumar'/><title type='text'>Function or Function party..??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SnF0x_pXWKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qU7O_Ek59DA/s1600-h/SineFunction14.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364197033422313634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SnF0x_pXWKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qU7O_Ek59DA/s320/SineFunction14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today, unfortunately I have to take C language class on behalf of another faculty. That faculty ( Mr. Amit Bhagat Sir) is my senior faculty of the Dept. I asked to him that "what topic is going on in the class..? "&lt;br /&gt;He replied me that “function...”&lt;br /&gt;I said “ok”.&lt;br /&gt;I came back from his cabin and gone to take class. When I started to take class, I asked to students&lt;br /&gt;“Do you know what function…is?”&lt;br /&gt;They replied me in very innocent way that “when any party organized or celebrate in our family that is function..?&lt;br /&gt;I ask again “Have you discuss function in previous class…?”&lt;br /&gt;They replied me that “Yes...! “&lt;br /&gt;I asked again that “I am asking about C language function...”&lt;br /&gt;They replied me that “We are telling you same..!”&lt;br /&gt;Then I have great laugh and trying to control because I am a faculty and as a faculty I should not do that in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling that how it’s difficult job to being a faculty.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8447395890335578809-5675733981307998796?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/5675733981307998796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/07/function-or-function-party.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/5675733981307998796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/5675733981307998796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/07/function-or-function-party.html' title='Function or Function party..??'/><author><name>Manoj Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134478576648500827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SocU58CACRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OcZYkhvc_LM/S220/Z3mjwdj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SnF0x_pXWKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qU7O_Ek59DA/s72-c/SineFunction14.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-4361935190748402899</id><published>2009-07-28T20:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:24:39.990+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>Real brother or Integer brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;Day before yesterday, I met with my friend Mukta and we and some more friends went for the lunch. In the restaurant she started watching the pics from my mobile and mean while she was asking some of questions about the person in the pic. When she saw my brother's(Bhaiya) pic, she first asked, "Who is he?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My bhaiya", I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is your real bhaiya?", it was her next question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, he is Integer bhaiya", I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"????? what does it mean?", she asked this in little puzzled way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "You asked about my &lt;strong&gt;real bhaiya&lt;/strong&gt;. But he is my all bhaiya. Like &lt;strong&gt;Integer bhaiya&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Imaginary bhaiya&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Whole bhaiya&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she got it that I am making some fun. And we all started laughing. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-4361935190748402899?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/4361935190748402899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/07/real-brother-or-integer-brother.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/4361935190748402899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/4361935190748402899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/07/real-brother-or-integer-brother.html' title='Real brother or Integer brother'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-8617516177662840295</id><published>2009-07-26T15:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:55:36.592+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manoj Kumar'/><title type='text'>Free computer-access project inspired 'Slumdog'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 15px;font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;The book "Q &amp;amp; A" inspired the Oscar-winning movie "Slumdog Millionaire," but what inspired Indian author Vikas Swarup to write the book?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="cnnStoryPhotoBox" style="CLEAR: left; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 2px 18px 18px 0px; WIDTH: 292px"&gt;&lt;div class="cnnImgChngr" id="cnnImgChngr" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block" height="219" alt="'Delhi" src="http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/2009/SHOWBIZ/Movies/02/23/slumdog.inspiration/art.computer.kids.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div class="cnnStoryPhotoCaptionBox" style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(232,232,232) 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: rgb(232,232,232) 0px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(232,232,232) 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(232,232,232) 0px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial"&gt;&lt;div class="cnn3pxTB9pxLRPad" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 9px; PADDING-LEFT: 9px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: 10px; MARGIN: 0px; COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); LINE-HEIGHT: 13px"&gt;Delhi children crowd around one of the "Hole in the Wall" computers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnnWireBoxFooter" style="BACKGROUND-POSITION: 100% 0px; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/.element/img/2.0/mosaic/base_skins/baseplate/corner_wire_BR._bg.gif); OVERFLOW-X: hidden; BACKGROUND-REPEAT: no-repeat; HEIGHT: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block" height="4" alt="" src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/.element/img/2.0/mosaic/base_skins/baseplate/corner_wire_BL.gif" width="4" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;Swarup says he took his cue from an experimental program giving impoverished children in India's capital Delhi unsupervised access to computers loaded with educational software.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;The "Hole in the Wall" project discovered that youngsters were able to teach themselves to use the machines embedded in a wall in a poor neighborhood, offering new insights into the abilities of children's minds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;As in "Slumdog Millionaire" -- in which a poor Mumbai youth accumulates the knowledge needed to compete in a game show -- the disadvantaged Delhi children showed they had untapped potential. They displayed the curiosity and imagination to make use of the computer when given access and opportunity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;Among them, 12-year-old Rahul Tivari didn't know how to use a computer when he first saw the kiosk of five machines that suddenly appeared in his neighborhood six years ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;"I don't have a computer," Tivari said. "I came here from the beginning and I learned by watching others." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;Another, Shabanam, 9, is virtually glued to the keyboard whenever she gets a chance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;"There are very nice games in this thing," she says in her native Hindi, not fully realizing the program she calls a "game" is actually teaching her English.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;Project co-founder Rajendra Pawar says he is proud of what has happened since the program started six years ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;There are now 48 "Hole in the Wall" computer kiosks across Delhi and the program has spread across the country and into other parts of the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;But Pawar says the project's organizers are still pushing for more in the name of free education for children.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;"In 1999 there were more than a 100 million kids who were outside the school system," Pawar said. "We were trying to say can we push technology to do the role that a teacher does because these 100 million kids don't even have teachers."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;Right now, the computers are hooked into monitoring devices so that scientists can watch and learn about the children's behavior.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;They found that When kiosks are introduced to neighborhoods, children typically push and shove trying to get to the computer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;But a change in social behavior is swiftly apparent. The children begin to organize themselves so that everyone gets a chance to use the machines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;As with any new toy, there was great concern that the computers would be damaged, but the children seem to look after the machines without any prompting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;"They protect it because they know if it breaks they can't use it anymore," project co-founder Pawar said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;There is a technician the children can call if the computers malfunction and the machines are placed behind shutters overnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;The scientists are now working on innovative ways to hook up the computers to give the children access to the Internet. They are expected to install software to restrict the children's access to questionable Web sites.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;But their remain obstacles to the project, not least shortages of electricity and money, but with government funding help, it is moving forward.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;As for the children who get free access to the computers seven days-a-week, eight hours-a-day, there is never enough time to learn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="cnnInline" style="DISPLAY: inline; MARGIN: 12px 0px"&gt;Shabanam's eyes glow when she explains how much fun she is having on the computer. "I come here everyday, that's why I am happy." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is inspired by "&lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2009/SHOWBIZ/Movies/02/23/slumdog.inspiration/index.html"&gt;http://edition.cnn.com/2009/SHOWBIZ/Movies/02/23/slumdog.inspiration/index.html&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-8617516177662840295?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/8617516177662840295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/07/free-computer-access-project-inspired.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/8617516177662840295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/8617516177662840295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/07/free-computer-access-project-inspired.html' title='Free computer-access project inspired &apos;Slumdog&apos;'/><author><name>Manoj Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134478576648500827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PErFLnGRJ4E/SocU58CACRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OcZYkhvc_LM/S220/Z3mjwdj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-2531086947182881911</id><published>2009-05-25T18:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:27:46.400+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>One Fine Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;On a very charming day, we were planned to visit a Water Park named Kishkindha. Its name is taken from kingdom of Bali and Sugreev(the famous character from Ramayana). But when I saw the spelling of that water park, I found that it is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Kishkinta"&lt;/span&gt; which makes me puzzled. We(Vikas, Vani, Shiv, Sharda &amp; myself) discussed about this and conclude that in Tamil Language there is no scope of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Dh"&lt;/span&gt; and they are pronouncing &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Dh"&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"T"&lt;/span&gt; so they are also writing as same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! It was a Sunday. I didn't sleep well in the last night and I wanted to sleep some more, at least I didn't want to woke up at 8 in the morning. Only one thing make me fresh in this condition, I knew that it is not good but i felt helpless at that time. Its a Cigarette. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"After shifting to my new house I left my habit to take cigarette in the morning. Previously also I wanted to quit it but it was easy to get at anytime, but here I got a chance and I took it."&lt;/span&gt; But on that Sunday I went to the shop and took 1 cigarette and after that I went to get ready for that water park. We all(&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vikas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shiv&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;) pack our bags. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sharda&lt;/span&gt; came at 9:15 and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vani&lt;/span&gt; came after that. Cab came at 9:40 AM and we all sat in the car and our journey started towards &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kishkinta Water Park&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all got down in front of Kishkinta's main gate and went for the tickets. Its cost was 380/- for adults. I thought that Shiv may take 280/- ticket for himself, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt; but then didn't allowed. It proves that Shiv is now adult and also ready to get marry.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; Apart from joke, we found there that it is not only water park, it is an amusement + water park. Most of the rides were included in that Rs. 380 ticket and few rides were charged separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Inside and mean while Vani took some Photographs from her Camera. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"If anyone will see our photographs, they can't find any water in the water park. ;-)"&lt;/span&gt; We don't had any option to directly get into the water because opening time for water park was from 1 PM, so initially we opted for some rides. After so many years(last time was 1998) I had some those kind of rides. So I really enjoyed all the rides. I wanted some more adventurous ride but no rides was up to my expectation. I also had to take care of my fractured leg, so some water rides I didn't opted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went into the pool. It was really good fun to get into the water and play as much you want. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yes, I confess that it again raised my passion about swimming which I missed in the college time. I hope that very soon I will join some swimming training institute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a show named &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Tsunami"&lt;/span&gt; in the water park, which putted me into deep thought. The complete show was like this - First they created some noises like Tsunami, then suddenly one big wave came just like a Tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I was thinking like, Chennai was the only one metro which was badly affected by Tsunami, and thousands of people were died. But this is the same city where people are making money with the name of Tsunami, people are dancing on the wave of Tsunami. I think this is the world where everything is counting in money. People are pronouncing it as being more practical and professional. Only one thing you have to learn to become more practical is you should know that how to make money from the emotion of the people, but people shouldn't realize that you are making money from their emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after sometime we went out from the water and changed our cloths. Sharda called the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Call Taxi"&lt;/span&gt; and we came to our old place, i.e.Vadapalani to eat some nice food. Because food was not good in the Kishkinta. Mean while we got the call of Afroz, that he came back to Chennai and coming to our home with the chocolates....... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-2531086947182881911?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/2531086947182881911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-fine-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/2531086947182881911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/2531086947182881911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-fine-day.html' title='One Fine Day'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-4862444346462383317</id><published>2009-05-20T17:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:28:10.733+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From E-mail'/><title type='text'>Maxican Yoga Vs Indian Yoga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;Yes! I know that many of you may saw this pics somewhere in your mail box. But reason behind posting these pics on my blog is, today I got it from one &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt;. He is my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Client Side coordinator&lt;/span&gt;. He is working in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt; but he belongs from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mexico&lt;/span&gt;. He never sent any forwarded mail in last one and half year and our relation is also very formal. Only official things we are talking on the phone and in the email also. But I can understand why he sent these pics to us, definitely he found some humor in this because he is a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; and we are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Indians&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets take a look on those pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;font-size:114%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Indian Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Requires &lt;span style="color:#990000;font-size:104%;"&gt;1-3&lt;/span&gt; years of practice to achieve)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/ShPuullcSDI/AAAAAAAAEYA/4s5He7Ot0_g/s1600-h/Maxican+vs+Indian+Yoga+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/ShPuullcSDI/AAAAAAAAEYA/4s5He7Ot0_g/s400/Maxican+vs+Indian+Yoga+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337872467494717490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;font-size:114%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mexican Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Requires about &lt;span style="color:#990000;font-size:104%;"&gt;3-4&lt;/span&gt; hours to achieve)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/ShPuuo4c4lI/AAAAAAAAEYI/ta1AAjKFejM/s1600-h/Maxican+vs+Indian+Yoga+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/ShPuuo4c4lI/AAAAAAAAEYI/ta1AAjKFejM/s400/Maxican+vs+Indian+Yoga+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337872468379755090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-4862444346462383317?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/4862444346462383317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/05/maxican-yoga-vs-indian-yoga.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/4862444346462383317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/4862444346462383317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/05/maxican-yoga-vs-indian-yoga.html' title='Maxican Yoga Vs Indian Yoga'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/ShPuullcSDI/AAAAAAAAEYA/4s5He7Ot0_g/s72-c/Maxican+vs+Indian+Yoga+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-5219327997661982198</id><published>2009-05-14T17:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:28:33.233+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>Setting Your Own Goal for Social Services</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;I encountered with this question on my Appraisal review meeting. My Boss told to me and my team member to set you own goal for social service and rate yourself on the basis of the goal. I was a bit confused. I had lots of questions about this rating. Like -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; For doing some thing for our socity, we have to set some resolution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; We should do the social service only because to get promotion or good point in our professional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; OK! If I am doing some social activity like donating blood to anyone and not keeping any proof for that it means it is worth? In that case I shouldn't donate my blood, which will save anyone's life, if that hospital is not providing any certificate for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; If we are doing any social work to get some good score in my appraisal, then is it not a selfishness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per me, I am doing lots of those works which gives me self satisfaction and also fall under social service. But I don't have any proof for that. The main thing is, I am not running for any certificates whatever I am doing. I don't care for this, if it is not helping in my appraisal anymore. At least it is saving one life on some day. It is giving a sweet smile on the face of a little poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your opinion on this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-5219327997661982198?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/5219327997661982198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/05/setting-your-own-goal-for-social.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/5219327997661982198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/5219327997661982198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/05/setting-your-own-goal-for-social.html' title='Setting Your Own Goal for Social Services'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-6220138249555880519</id><published>2009-05-08T19:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:29:04.710+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From E-mail'/><title type='text'>Why Jet Airways don't have a baby Jet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;A mother and her young inquisitive son were flying Jet Airlines from Mumbai to Delhi. The son (who had been looking out the window turned&lt;br /&gt;to his mother and asked, "If dogs have baby dogs and cats have baby cats, why don't planes have baby planes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother (who couldn't think of an answer) told her son to ask the flight attendant. So the boy dutifully asked the flight attendant, "If&lt;br /&gt;dogs have baby dogs and cats have baby cats, why don't planes have baby planes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight attendant responded, "Did your mother tell you to ask me that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy admitted that she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, then, tell your mother that there are no baby planes because Jet airways always pulls out on time. Now, let your mother explain&lt;br /&gt;that to you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-6220138249555880519?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/6220138249555880519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-jet-airways-dont-have-baby-jet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/6220138249555880519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/6220138249555880519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-jet-airways-dont-have-baby-jet.html' title='Why Jet Airways don&apos;t have a baby Jet'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-5537690337197881523</id><published>2009-05-06T17:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:29:26.650+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>Why we should select right candidate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;While walking down the street one day a "INDIAN man" is tragically hit by a  truck and dies. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by Gods angel at the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Welcome to heaven,' says the Angel. 'Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a Good Man around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No problem, just let me in,' says the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,' says the  Man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm sorry, but we have our rules.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, the Angel escorts him to the elevator and he goes down,down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are some of his friends and some Indian politicians who had died after amassing India's wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, Shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had, while getting Rich at the expense of the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good  time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where the Angel is waiting for him.                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now it's time to visit heaven.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 24 hours pass with the Man joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and the Angel returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity.'           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man reflects for a minute, then he answers: 'Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Angel escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees his friends and the politicians, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above. The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. 'I don't understand,' stammers the Man. 'Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends and politicians look miserable. What happened?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil looks at him, smiles and says, 'Yesterday we were campaigning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Today you voted.'    !!!&lt;/span&gt;                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Think before u vote!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-5537690337197881523?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/5537690337197881523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-we-should-select-right-candidate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/5537690337197881523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/5537690337197881523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-we-should-select-right-candidate.html' title='Why we should select right candidate?'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-1675450472379276127</id><published>2009-05-04T18:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:29:51.368+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chennai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>I didn't slept well on my First Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;Yesterday(3rd May 2009) I shifted in my new house. We(my two friends and myself) shifted here because it is economically good, if you will compare it with my old house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old house was almost in the mid of commercial area of Chennai. Within 100 meters you can find one Big Bazar, three super market, two small shopping mall, Bus Depot, one famous theater and one very popular Tamil movie studio i.e. AVM Studio. Latter I'll write about AVM Studio.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; But it was too much crowded. You can hear anytime vehicles horn. They were stopped only in between 2 AM to 4 AM in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new house is also in the mid of Chennai but now we are in the residential area. Now we are in K.K.Nagar(Kalaignar Karunanidhi Nagar). I was habituated for noisy environment but yesterday I didn't heard any noise from outside. And that was the only reason why I didn't slept well yesterday? Since it was my night in that house so....... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-1675450472379276127?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/1675450472379276127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-didnt-slept-well-in-my-first-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/1675450472379276127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/1675450472379276127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-didnt-slept-well-in-my-first-night.html' title='I didn&apos;t slept well on my First Night'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-6748522039850676309</id><published>2009-04-28T18:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:31:32.235+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IPL'/><title type='text'>IPL Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;As you know that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sanjay Bangar&lt;/span&gt; is out from the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kolkata  knight rider&lt;/span&gt;, the gossip behind this is our &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Khan&lt;/span&gt; the big boss is assuming that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sanjay&lt;/span&gt; was the fake blogger who is writing blog about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kolkata Knight Rider&lt;/span&gt; and giving all internal information about his team.. As per &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shahrukh Khan&lt;/span&gt;, he is the only person who is leaking all internal game plan of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KKR (Kolkata Knight Rider)&lt;/span&gt; on his blog anonymously.. But what is this? Blog-post is still coming after &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sanjay Bangar&lt;/span&gt; also.. So who is the writer? Is it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ganguly&lt;/span&gt;? or someone else??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of question marks about this, but the blog post is coming and coming.. within 10 days his blog got lots of hits and in only few posts it got more than 6000 comments and more that 3700 Followers.. The main thing is, that blog is not writing for commercial purpose or for making money.. Just take a look of his &lt;a href="http://fakeiplplayer.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you say? Is this the power of a blogger or power of blog writing??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-6748522039850676309?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/6748522039850676309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/04/ipl-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/6748522039850676309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/6748522039850676309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/04/ipl-fever.html' title='IPL Fever'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-5863522411142069128</id><published>2009-04-23T12:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:33:03.948+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>What is confidence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;A hypothetical situation where 20 &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CEOs&lt;/span&gt; board an airplane and are told that the flight that they are about to take is the first-ever to feature pilot less technology. It is an uncrewed aircraft. Each one of the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CEOs&lt;/span&gt; is then told, privately, that their company's software is running the aircraft's automatic pilot system. Nineteen of the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CEOs&lt;/span&gt; promptly leave the aircraft, each offering a different type of excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CEO&lt;/span&gt; alone remains on board the jet, seeming very calm indeed. Asked why he is so confident in this first uncrewed flight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he replies :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"If it is the same software that's developed by my company's IT systems department, this plane won't even take off." !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is called Confidence!!! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-5863522411142069128?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/5863522411142069128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-confidence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/5863522411142069128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/5863522411142069128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-confidence.html' title='What is confidence?'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-783150350929702251</id><published>2009-04-17T11:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:33:30.550+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Software Related Jargons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>What WAD Stands for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:104;" &gt;Today again I came with another Jargon of software industry. People are using this very frequently. In IT industry, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAD&lt;/span&gt; stands for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Works As Designed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone raised a Defect but the developer found that it does not require any change and working good as per the Design Document, its called as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other abbreviation of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAD&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weapons Alert Designator&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where's all the data&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We Ar(e) Different&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Win A Date&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whiplash Associated Disorders&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;West African Development&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;War Allocation Daemon ( Doom, Doom2)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wacky Anime Definitions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're All Dysfunctional&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;West Africa Democracy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wild Ass Deployment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Works As Designed (Related to Computing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&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/8447395890335578809-783150350929702251?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/783150350929702251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-wad-stands-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/783150350929702251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/783150350929702251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-wad-stands-for.html' title='What WAD Stands for?'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-3124510286436776683</id><published>2009-04-16T16:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:00:35.800+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 Minute Management Course'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>5 Minute Management Course : Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lesson 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A priest offered a Nun a lift.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The priest nearly had an accident.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nun once again said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The priest apologized 'Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his arrival at the church , the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129.&lt;br /&gt;It said, 'Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-3124510286436776683?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/3124510286436776683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-minute-management-course-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3124510286436776683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3124510286436776683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-minute-management-course-part-2.html' title='5 Minute Management Course : Part 2'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-5736995735545092319</id><published>2009-04-10T17:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:02:10.538+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Every time I'm thinking what is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;? And every time I'm getting the same answer. But still I'm not sure that I'm right or wrong. What I'm getting answer is, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is not a small thing which happens only in between a couples. It is thing which we can't even measure. It may be in between parent &amp; there kid. It may be in between brother &amp; sister. It may be in between two friends where it doesn't matter that they are male or female, where only friendship and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; does matter. Even it may be in between we and our pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have some question mark for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; in between a couple because they may have only infatuation, not the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; but in other relation I'm always sure about their &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. There is no space for infatuation in between parents-kid, two friends, brother-sister, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I'm looking back into my past and thinking, "is that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; what I had?" I'm not getting any answer because still I don't know what exact is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. But this is also very true that still I'm missing her too much after 3yrs also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm puzzled..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-5736995735545092319?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/5736995735545092319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/5736995735545092319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/5736995735545092319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-1944751636335837303</id><published>2009-04-07T20:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:02:36.356+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 Minute Management Course'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>5 Minute Management Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lesson 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob, after a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'It was Bob the next door neighbor,' she replies.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Great,' the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-1944751636335837303?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/1944751636335837303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-minute-management-course.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/1944751636335837303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/1944751636335837303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-minute-management-course.html' title='5 Minute Management Course'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-1737579235551798446</id><published>2009-04-03T16:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:02:54.324+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hindi Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>उसका यूं ही चले जाना किसी मौत से कम नहीं था</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;वो कब इस जीवन में आयी और कब चली गई कुछ पता ही नहीं चला.. ऐसा लगता है जैसे जीवन के पांच साल यूं ही हवा में उड़ गये.. जीवन के सबसे खुशनुमा पांच साल.. उसकी कमी आज भी खलती है.. मन उदास भी होता है.. उसके वापस आने की कल्पना भी करता हूं.. मगर उसे पाने की कामना नहीं करता हूं.. उसके साथ जीवन के कयी खूबसूरत रंग देखे थे.. किसी के प्यार में आना क्या होता है यह भी उसका साथ पाकर ही जाना था.. उस प्यार का पागलपन.. उस प्यार की गहराई.. उस प्यार का अंधापन.. उस प्यार का दर्द.. वहीं उसके यूं ही चले जाने के बाद ही यह भी जाना की जिसे अंतर्मन से आप चाहते हैं और उसके बिना एक पल भी गुजारने का ख्याल भी डरा जाता हो, उसके अचानक यूं ही चले जाना.. बिना कुछ कहे.. बिना कोई कारण बताये.. शायद किसी अपने की मौत भी तो यूं ही होती है.. कहने को कई बातें होती है.. जिन बातों पर बहस होती थी उन्ही बातों को फिर से सुनने के लिये कान टरस जाते हैं.. अपनी भूल के लिये आप माफी मांगना चाहते हैं.. मगर कुछ कर नहीं सकते.. बस एक छटपटाहट अंदर तक रह जाती है जो अनगिनत रातें आपको पागलों कि तरह जगाती है.. तुम्हारे जाने से दुनिया को एक अलग नजरीये से भी देखा.. कई बुराईयां जिनसे दूर-दूर तक कोई रिश्ता नहीं था, उन्हें भी अपना लिया.. मगर शायद पहले से अच्छा इंसान हो गया.. लेकिन उससे क्या तुम्हारी कमी पूरी हो गई? मुझे पता है कि उत्तर तुम नहीं दोगी.. यहां जो नहीं हो.. मगर क्या यहां होने पर भी उत्तर देती? नहीं.. उत्तर हम दोनों को ही पता है.. नहीं.. क्यों चली गई तुम यह सवाल आज भी अंदर तक मुझे खाता है.. उस बेचैनी को धुंवे तले छिपाने की नाकाम कोशिशें भी करता हूं.. अक्सर कईयों से यह सुना है कि जब उदास हो तो उन पुरानी यादों को याद करना चाहिये जब हम बेवजह खुश हुआ करते थे.. मगर मैं किन यादों को याद करूं? सभी बेवजह की खुशियां भी तो तुमसे ही थी, जिन्हें तुम साथ ले गई.. हां! शायद दुनिया के लिये तुम हो इसी दुनिया में कहीं, मगर मेरे लिये तो तुम्हारा यूं ही चले जाना किसी मौत से कम नहीं है..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/SdXom8CjTVI/AAAAAAAAER8/PtEHhUE2Zqo/s1600-h/Sadness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/SdXom8CjTVI/AAAAAAAAER8/PtEHhUE2Zqo/s400/Sadness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320414290457611602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-1737579235551798446?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/1737579235551798446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/1737579235551798446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/1737579235551798446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='उसका यूं ही चले जाना किसी मौत से कम नहीं था'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/SdXom8CjTVI/AAAAAAAAER8/PtEHhUE2Zqo/s72-c/Sadness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-3562887793097623654</id><published>2009-04-02T15:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:01:46.218+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Software Related Jargons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>What NAB Stands For?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;I am a software developer but now a days spending lots of time on testing also. Because my team is having lots of testing work pending and we are having very few development work. While doing testing I encountered with lots of Jargons which is related to testing. Since I am a developer and always playing with the codes so my approach is always like a developer and it doesn't matter that what I am doing. Either it is development work or it is a testing. Just now I found one defect which is raised by one person XYZ. But when I checked that defect, I found that it is not a defect. As per Mr.XYZ that behaviour of the software is a Bug, but as per me it is just a property of the software. I talked about this to my project lead and he suggested me to send a mail to the Bug owner Mr.XYZ that this is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NAB&lt;/span&gt;. I asked him what does it stand for? And he replied &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Not a Bug"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sometime I was busy with some other things and forgot the full form of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NAB&lt;/span&gt; and I thought I'll search it on google. While searching it on google I found lots of full form of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NAB&lt;/span&gt; which is really hilarious.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets check out some funny acronym of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NAB&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;National Australia Bank&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;National Association of Broadcasters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Academic Building&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nika Albert Babaian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;North American Board&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;New American Bible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;National Accountability Bureau&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notes Address Book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Neutralizing Antibody&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;North American Business&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;National Aquarium in Baltimore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The New American Bishops&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Native Acrylamide Bis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not About Broadcasting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Accountability Bureau&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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/8447395890335578809-3562887793097623654?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/3562887793097623654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-nab-stands-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3562887793097623654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3562887793097623654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-nab-stands-for.html' title='What NAB Stands For?'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-3903743027625975430</id><published>2009-03-26T13:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:01:29.252+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From E-mail'/><title type='text'>Misc Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Scs6_-wAURI/AAAAAAAAEQc/AwKUyC6ZKBE/s1600-h/Sw+eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Scs6_-wAURI/AAAAAAAAEQc/AwKUyC6ZKBE/s400/Sw+eng.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317408655891517714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Today I got this facts in my E-mail. I am not sure how much true it is but its looking very interesting, so I am putting it here on my blog. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*10% of Software Professionals are predicted to be affected by major diseases like Carpal tunnel syndrome, heart diseases etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*20% of Software Professionals marry their co-workers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*30% of Software Professionals are interested in Live in relationship because they tend to hate the responsibility both in office and house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*40% of Software Professionals are confused about settling down (India or abroad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*50% of Software Professionals has No savings in their Bank Account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*60% of Software Professionals are not satisfied with their current wages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*70% of Software Professionals work more than 8 hours across globe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*80% of Software Professionals live away from their Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*90% of Software Professionals are NOT HAPPY about their Life, meeting deadlines, client satisfaction, incentives, promotions, increment, onsite trips, wife, children, visa status, and commitments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*100% of Software professionals wish they had a choice other than computers in their life at least once in their lifetime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-3903743027625975430?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/3903743027625975430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-i-got-this-facts-in-my-e-mail.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3903743027625975430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3903743027625975430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-i-got-this-facts-in-my-e-mail.html' title='Misc Thoughts'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/Scs6_-wAURI/AAAAAAAAEQc/AwKUyC6ZKBE/s72-c/Sw+eng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-3854776461469546384</id><published>2009-03-25T15:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:00:58.121+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doggy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>Yes! She is my girl friend and my girl friend is a bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;On very first day in Ooty, I met with her.. It seems like she was waiting for me.. I saw her first time when we were reached to our cottage.. She was roaming arround us, and since i fell in love with her in our first meet.. I heard this phrase many times, but first time I felt it from heart.. That is, "Love at first sight".. May be it was the magic of that breez and cool wheather.. By the way, Ooty is also known as the one of the best romatic places in India.. So it was not my fault to be in love with her.. After getting bath, we were sat in the garden and their I saw her again.. She was taking sun bath without wearing any cloth, completely nude and looking very sexy.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her name, but she had very shy nature and didn't answered my question.. The owner of that cottage told her name "Simran".. Suddenly i heard one music of the DDLJ, and I think I was the only person who heard that music.. That was the magic of the love.. Our love story had a very sad end.. Next day when I was ready to leave that cottage she was there and looking at me with tears in her eyes.. Again she didn't told anything, and left that place.. I felt that love is only the mired mirage and nothing else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, but she was really very cute.. Don't worry my friends, she was a doggy.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-3854776461469546384?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/3854776461469546384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-she-is-my-girl-friend-and-my-girl.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3854776461469546384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3854776461469546384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-she-is-my-girl-friend-and-my-girl.html' title='Yes! She is my girl friend and my girl friend is a bitch.'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-3816557227084815799</id><published>2009-02-26T14:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:00:15.586+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pulsar 200'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>First Kiss From My New Bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was on 40 km/hr. on the way to my office at 11:30 AM. Near to Kodambakkam, chennai. It was one way.. Road was almost free from traffic, and I was not that much fast on my Pulsar 200. Suddenly I saw one bike, which was coming in full speed, from the wrong side(Remember, it is one way) and he was trying to cross the road. I didn't had time to stop my bike, but I tried my level best. But fortune always reaches to its destiny.. His front tire hitted my left leg badly and his handle turned to the left side.. I just balanced my bike and went away, but I heard one "DHADAM" kind of sound. I am sure that he fell down on the road. I didn't stopped because I knew, people are blaming only those person who don't fall down on the road. Now i have swelling in my left leg and lots of pain.. My shoe also completly cracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; moral of the story: never eat banana before starting for the office.. Because today I had banana in my breakfast.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt; That's all folks.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-3816557227084815799?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/3816557227084815799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-kiss-from-my-new-bike.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3816557227084815799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/3816557227084815799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-kiss-from-my-new-bike.html' title='First Kiss From My New Bike'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-327288858956773102</id><published>2009-02-23T20:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:59:57.352+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mashroom 65'/><title type='text'>I dream of Mushroom 65</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;font-size:104%;"&gt;We've two conference room on my floor. 1st one is little bit big one and second one is very small. We're having client call everyday, and normally our choice is that small conference room. Because my team size is not that much big, only 7 members we are in the team. One day we were gathred for the call and we saw lots of Mushroom which grown from the reaction :) of false ceiling and AC water and I started planning to make Mushroom 65 at my home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my colleague raised this issue without asking me anything to the admin guy and they were fixed that by next day.. So no Mushroom, and no Mushroom 65.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-327288858956773102?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/327288858956773102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dream-of-mashroom-65.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/327288858956773102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/327288858956773102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dream-of-mashroom-65.html' title='I dream of Mushroom 65'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8447395890335578809.post-4490058135015711257</id><published>2009-02-22T15:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:59:24.442+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>This is a trial post for my new blog. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8447395890335578809-4490058135015711257?l=micropostings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/feeds/4490058135015711257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/4490058135015711257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8447395890335578809/posts/default/4490058135015711257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micropostings.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWumljFJslc/S5ond9k5T4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/sjIlJVbF864/S220/PD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
