<?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-7278153870027212947</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:16:19.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mischiefmaker</title><subtitle type='html'>i love to talk with my friends to the max....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-8405927439037409331</id><published>2008-08-29T10:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:21:57.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A SHORT STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div lang="EN-US" vlink="purple" link="blue"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;color:blue;font-family:Arial"&gt;A SHORT STORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;color:navy;font-family:Verdana"&gt;Ramya was about to leave office after finishing her work. She got a call from her husband Karthi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAMYA(R): "Hello, yes Karthi".&lt;br /&gt;KARTHI(K): "Ramya, can you open my gmail and get a print out of the mail from that US consultant I forgot to take it in my office"&lt;br /&gt;(R): "Yes, I can, I need your password"&lt;br /&gt;(K): "jeni22091980"&lt;br /&gt;(R): "Ok fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes the print out and logs out. Some thought struck her mind now.&lt;br /&gt;JENI happens to be his college mate. Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;color:navy;font-family:Verdana"&gt;She decides not to discuss this with Karthi. She simply opens her mail box and changes the password from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;color:navy;font-family:Verdana"&gt;"mohan143" to "karthiramya" and leaves for home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;color:blue;font-family:Arial"&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;color:red;font-family:Arial"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;color:red;font-family:Verdana"&gt;hange your password! NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;color:blue;font-family:Arial"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-8405927439037409331?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/8405927439037409331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=8405927439037409331' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/8405927439037409331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/8405927439037409331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/08/short-story.html' title='A SHORT STORY'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-2369694183251616675</id><published>2008-04-30T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:06:22.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlfriend 5.0 to W ife 1.0  :)</title><content type='html'>Dear Tech Support Team:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I upgraded from Girlfriend 5.0 to Wife 1.0.&lt;br /&gt;I soon noticed that the new program, Wife 1.0 installed itself into all other programs and now monitors all other system activities.&lt;br /&gt;Applications such as BachelorNights 10.3, Cricket 5.0, BeerWithBuddies 7.5, and Outings 3.6 no longer runs, crashing the system whenever selected. I can't seem to keep Wife 1.0 in the background while attempting to run my favorite applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about going back to Girlfriend 5.0 , but the 'uninstall' doesn't work on Wife 1.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;"A Troubled User"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Troubled User:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very common problem that people complain about.&lt;br /&gt;Many people upgrade from Girlfriend 5.0 to Wife 1.0 , thinking that it is just a Utilities and Entertainment program.&lt;br /&gt;Wife 1.0 is an OPERATING SYSTEM and is designed by its Creator to run EVERYTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;It is also impossible to delete Wife 1.0 and to return to Girlfriend 5.0.&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to uninstall, or purge the program files from the system once installed.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot go back to Girlfriend 5.0 because Wife 1.0 is designed not to allow this.&lt;br /&gt;I recommend that you keep Wife1.0 and work on improving the environment.&lt;br /&gt;I suggest installing the background application "Yes Dear" to alleviate software augmentation.&lt;br /&gt;The best course of action is to enter the command C:\APOLOGIZE because ultimately you will have to give the APOLOGIZE command before&lt;br /&gt;the system will return to normal anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Wife 1.0 is a great program, but it tends to be very high maintenance. Wife 1.0 comes with several support programs, such as Clean 2.5, Sweep 3.0, Cook 1.5 and DoLaundry 4.2. However, be very careful how you use these programs. Improper use will cause the system to launch the program NagNag 9.5 . Once this happens, the only way to improve the performance of Wife 1.0 is to purchase additional software. I recommend Sarees 2.1 and Jewellery 5.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STATUTORY WARNING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: DO NOT, under any circumstances, install SecretaryWithShortSkirt 3.3. This application is not supported by Wife 1.0 and will cause irreversible damage to the operating system.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-2369694183251616675?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/2369694183251616675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=2369694183251616675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/2369694183251616675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/2369694183251616675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/04/girlfriend-50-to-w-ife-10.html' title='Girlfriend 5.0 to W ife 1.0  :)'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-4730754276918330</id><published>2008-04-17T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T09:53:53.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mistakes (part two)</title><content type='html'>we love ourself even after doing many mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can we hate others for their small mistakes&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Strange thought but its true.........!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div 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two)'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-5196362411453223296</id><published>2008-04-16T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:06:35.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love n Girls</title><content type='html'>LOVE is the second mistake created by GOd.&lt;br /&gt;Of course girls are the first.&lt;br /&gt;but the fact is that ...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both are beautiful....!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-5196362411453223296?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/5196362411453223296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=5196362411453223296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5196362411453223296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5196362411453223296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-n-girls.html' title='Love n Girls'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-832588268078684523</id><published>2008-04-15T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:00:56.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read it Its really worthful!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>A story tells that two friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the desert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During some point of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey they had an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argument, and one friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slapped the other one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who got slapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was hurt, but without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying anything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote in the sand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY MY BEST FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept on walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until they found an oasis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where they decided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to take a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who had been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slapped got stuck in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mire and started drowning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the friend saved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he recovered from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the near drowning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wrote on a stone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY MY BEST FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVED MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend who had slapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and saved his best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked him, "After I hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wrote in the sand and now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you write on a stone, why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other friend replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When someone hurts us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should write it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in sand where winds of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness can erase it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when someone does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something good for us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we must engrave it in stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where no wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can ever erase it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEARN TO WRITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR HURTS IN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SAND AND TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARVE YOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENEFITS IN STONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it takes a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minute to find a special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person, an hour to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appreciate them, a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to love them, but then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an entire life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this phrase to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people you'll never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget. If you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send it to anyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it means you're in a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurry and that you've&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgotten your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the time to live!.&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's short. If you don't look around once in a while ,you might miss it.&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/7278153870027212947-832588268078684523?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/832588268078684523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=832588268078684523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/832588268078684523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/832588268078684523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/04/read-it-its-really-worthful.html' title='Read it Its really worthful!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-3897280889968647594</id><published>2008-04-13T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T10:24:24.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mistakes</title><content type='html'>Do u get angry&lt;br /&gt; if someone points out your mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy that atleast someone is interested in what you have done&lt;br /&gt;mostly friends points out the mistakes u have done because they are very much interested on u and care for u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-3897280889968647594?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/3897280889968647594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=3897280889968647594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/3897280889968647594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/3897280889968647594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/04/mistakes.html' title='mistakes'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-6954939071327422633</id><published>2008-04-13T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T10:01:55.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take xtra care</title><content type='html'>Always take extra care for four things in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;   Trust&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Promise&lt;li&gt;    Relationship&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Bcoz they dont make noise when they break!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                           so&lt;br /&gt;                                   be carefull&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-6954939071327422633?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/6954939071327422633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=6954939071327422633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/6954939071327422633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/6954939071327422633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/04/take-xtra-care.html' title='take xtra care'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-1067662063862810288</id><published>2008-04-11T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T05:51:08.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>READ THIS ONE..... NICE PHILOSOPHY...</title><content type='html'>Once A professor began his class by holding up a glass with some water in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held it up for all to see; asked the students, "How much do you think this glass weighs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'50gms!' ?....'100gms!' .....'125gms' ......the students answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I really don't know unless I weigh it,' said the professor, 'but, my question is: What would happen if I held it up like this for a few minutes?' "Nothing" the students said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK what would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?' the professor asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your arm would begin to ache' said one of the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right, now what would happen if I held it for a day?' Your arm could go numb, you might have severe muscle stress &amp;amp; paralysis; have to go to hospital for sure! ventured another student ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the students laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good. But during all this, did the weight of the glass change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked the professor. No replied the students Then what caused the arm ache; the muscle stress?' Instead What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students were puzzled. Put the glass down! said one of the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly!' said the professor' Life's problems are something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold it for a few minutes in your head; they seem OK. Think of them for a long time; they begin to ache. Hold it even longer; they begin to paralyze you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not be able to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to think of the challenges (problems) in your life, but EVEN MORE IMPORTANT to 'put them down' at the end of every day before you go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way, you are not stressed, you wake up every day fresh; strong; can handle any issue, any challenge that comes your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember - PUT THE GLASS DOWN TODAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-1067662063862810288?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/1067662063862810288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=1067662063862810288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/1067662063862810288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/1067662063862810288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/04/read-this-one-nice-philosophy.html' title='READ THIS ONE..... NICE PHILOSOPHY...'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-92687208272938575</id><published>2008-04-10T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T09:56:14.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have faith in GOD he will be always be wit us</title><content type='html'>One night a man had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;He dreamed he was walking along the&lt;br /&gt;beach with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.&lt;br /&gt;For each scene,&lt;br /&gt;he noticed&lt;br /&gt;two sets of footprints in the sand;&lt;br /&gt;one belonged to him,&lt;br /&gt;and the other to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;When the last scene of his&lt;br /&gt;life flashed before him,&lt;br /&gt;he looked back at the footprints&lt;br /&gt;in the sand. He noticed that many&lt;br /&gt;times along the path of his life&lt;br /&gt;there was only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;He also noticed that it happened&lt;br /&gt;at the very lowest and saddest&lt;br /&gt;times in his life.&lt;br /&gt;This really bothered him and he&lt;br /&gt;questioned the Lord about it.&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, you said that&lt;br /&gt;once I decided to follow you,&lt;br /&gt;you'd walk with me all the way.&lt;br /&gt;But I have noticed that during the&lt;br /&gt;most troublesome times in my life,&lt;br /&gt;there is only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why,&lt;br /&gt;when I needed you most&lt;br /&gt;you would leave me."&lt;br /&gt;The Lord replied,&lt;br /&gt;"My precious,precious child,&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I would never&lt;br /&gt;leave you. During your times&lt;br /&gt;of trial and suffering, when you see&lt;br /&gt;only one set of footprints,&lt;br /&gt;it was then that I carried you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Some people come into our&lt;br /&gt;lives and quickly go ...&lt;br /&gt;Some stay and make footprints&lt;br /&gt;on our hearts .&lt;br /&gt;And we are never, never the same."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have faith in GOD because is our creator and he know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD:&lt;br /&gt;          The supernatural being conceived as the perfect and omnipotent and omniscient originator and ruler of the universe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-92687208272938575?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/92687208272938575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=92687208272938575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/92687208272938575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/92687208272938575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/04/have-faith-in-god-he-will-be-always-be.html' title='Have faith in GOD he will be always be wit us'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-3232643497548846363</id><published>2008-04-10T04:40:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T09:50:27.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine words women use...</title><content type='html'>1.) Fine : This is the word women use to end an argument when they are&lt;br /&gt;right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Five Minutes : If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more&lt;br /&gt;minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)Nothing : This is the calm before the storm. This means something,&lt;br /&gt;and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing&lt;br /&gt;usually end in fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Go Ahead : This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Loud Sigh : This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement&lt;br /&gt;often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an&lt;br /&gt;idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing&lt;br /&gt;with you about nothing. (Refer back to #3 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) That's Okay : This is one of the most dangerous statements a wom a n&lt;br /&gt;can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard&lt;br /&gt;before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Thanks : A woman is thanking you, do not question, or Faint. Just say&lt;br /&gt;you're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Whatever : Is a women's way of saying F@!K YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Don't worry about it, I got it : Another dangerous statement, meaning&lt;br /&gt;this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but&lt;br /&gt;is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's&lt;br /&gt;wrong?' For the woman's response refer to #3.Then you RUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my girl friend use around  seven words but instead of using five minutes she use two minutes. im very lucky because i dont wanna wait for five minutes.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;share your view through comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7278153870027212947-3232643497548846363?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/3232643497548846363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=3232643497548846363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/3232643497548846363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/3232643497548846363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/04/nine-words-women-use.html' title='Nine words women use...'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-420022715218673544</id><published>2008-04-10T04:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T09:54:05.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons to love a woman...</title><content type='html'>* You can feel her care in the form of sister.&lt;br /&gt;* You can feel her warmth in the form of friend.&lt;br /&gt;*You can feel her dedication in the form of wife.&lt;br /&gt;*You can feel her divinity in the form of mother&lt;br /&gt;*You can feel her blessings on the form of Grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;*Yet She is tough too....&lt;br /&gt;*Her heart is too tender.&lt;br /&gt;*So naughty&lt;br /&gt;*So charming&lt;br /&gt;*So sharing&lt;br /&gt;*So melodious&lt;br /&gt;*She is WOMEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-420022715218673544?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/420022715218673544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=420022715218673544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/420022715218673544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/420022715218673544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/04/reasons-to-love-woman.html' title='Reasons to love a woman...'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-1045346254131731499</id><published>2008-04-10T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T04:38:06.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Story</title><content type='html'>After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out&lt;br /&gt;to dinner and a movie. She said I love you but I know this other woman&lt;br /&gt;loves you and would love to spend some time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has&lt;br /&gt;been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three&lt;br /&gt;children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman&lt;br /&gt;who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign&lt;br /&gt;of bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you," I&lt;br /&gt;responded. "Just the two of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought about it for a moment, and then Said, "I would like that&lt;br /&gt;very much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit&lt;br /&gt;nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to&lt;br /&gt;be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She&lt;br /&gt;had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to&lt;br /&gt;celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was&lt;br /&gt;as radiant as an angel's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were&lt;br /&gt;impressed, "she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear&lt;br /&gt;about our meeting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and&lt;br /&gt;cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat&lt;br /&gt;down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half&lt;br /&gt;way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there&lt;br /&gt;staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she&lt;br /&gt;said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I&lt;br /&gt;responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing&lt;br /&gt;extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We&lt;br /&gt;talked so much that we missed the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again,&lt;br /&gt;but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very nice, Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened&lt;br /&gt;so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that&lt;br /&gt;I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you&lt;br /&gt;and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant&lt;br /&gt;for me. I love you, son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I LOVE&lt;br /&gt;YOU!" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in&lt;br /&gt;life is more important than your family. Give them the time they&lt;br /&gt;deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this along to everyone with an aging parent, to a child, to an&lt;br /&gt;adult, to anyone with a parent. Here's hoping today is better than&lt;br /&gt;yesterday and tomorrow is even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to say, "I sure hope things will change. "Then I learned that the&lt;br /&gt;only way things are going to change for me is when I change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-1045346254131731499?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/1045346254131731499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=1045346254131731499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/1045346254131731499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/1045346254131731499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/04/beautiful-story.html' title='A Beautiful Story'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-5555342899054872364</id><published>2008-04-09T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T04:45:18.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Things About You</title><content type='html'>1. Someone in this world Loves you , in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A smile from you, can bring happiness to anyone, even if they&lt;br /&gt;don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You mean the world to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Without you , someone may not be living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You are special and unique , in your own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Someone that you don't know even exists , loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes&lt;br /&gt;from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you think the world has turned it's back on you, take a&lt;br /&gt;look, you most likely turned your back on the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When you think you have no chance at getting what you want,&lt;br /&gt;you probably won't get it, but if you believe in yourself,&lt;br /&gt;you probably sooner or later will get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Always remember complements you received, forget about the&lt;br /&gt;rude remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Always tell someone how you feel about them, you will feel&lt;br /&gt;much better when t! hey know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know&lt;br /&gt;that they are great. If you choose, send this letter to as&lt;br /&gt;many people as you care about, you'll brighten up someone's&lt;br /&gt;day, and might change their perspective on life, for the better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-5555342899054872364?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/5555342899054872364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=5555342899054872364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5555342899054872364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5555342899054872364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/04/13-things-about-you.html' title='13 Things About You'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-8216390262231247380</id><published>2008-04-09T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T04:44:20.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!Coca Cola Classic !!!</title><content type='html'>A disappointed salesman of Coca Cola returns from his Middle East&lt;br /&gt;assignment. A friend asked, "Why weren't you successful with the&lt;br /&gt;Arabs?"&lt;br /&gt;The salesman explained, "When I got posted in the Middle East, I was&lt;br /&gt;very confident that I will makes a good sales pitch as Cola is&lt;br /&gt;virtually unknown there. But, I had a problem I didn't know to speak Arabic. So,&lt;br /&gt;I planned to convey the message through 3 posters...&lt;br /&gt;First poster, a man crawling through the hot desert sand... totally&lt;br /&gt;exhausted and panting. Second, the man is drinking our Cola and&lt;br /&gt;Third,our man is now totally refreshed. Then these posters were pasted all over&lt;br /&gt;the place"&lt;br /&gt;"That should have worked," said the friend.&lt;br /&gt;The salesman replied, "Well, not only did I not speak Arabic, I also&lt;br /&gt;didn't realize that Arabs read from right to left..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-8216390262231247380?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/8216390262231247380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=8216390262231247380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/8216390262231247380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/8216390262231247380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/04/coca-cola-classic.html' title='!!!Coca Cola Classic !!!'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-8043851500068107046</id><published>2008-04-08T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:02:40.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 THINGS COMMON TO ALL ENGG COLLEGES</title><content type='html'>1). The lecturers dont teach.The students dont&lt;br /&gt;study.The only guy who benefits is the one who owns&lt;br /&gt;the 'dhaba' next to the college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2).Rules are made to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3).Promises are made to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4).Deadlines are made to be extended...ALWAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5).Guys always think the chics in the college next&lt;br /&gt;lane are more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5).The geeks are the most pampered lot during the&lt;br /&gt;internal exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6).The lab assistants are the most respected&lt;br /&gt;people(during the lab exams i.e)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7).The watchmen are the people most bribed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8).The HOD is the person most respected(heights of&lt;br /&gt;sycophancy here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9).The principal is the person most abused and&lt;br /&gt;insulted(behind the back i.e)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10).Dropping subjects is 'cool'.(arre yaar..drop the&lt;br /&gt;idea of dropping subjects plzz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11).There is always a lecturer in the college who cant&lt;br /&gt;speak proper 'english'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12).Night-out is the second most important tool to ace&lt;br /&gt;the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13).All time u will be in debate with students of other&lt;br /&gt;branch as their branch is d BEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14).The most important tool..the bhramastra..is the&lt;br /&gt;'chit' in which the words can be understood only by&lt;br /&gt;the person who wrote them(in most of the cases i.e)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15).The freshers are the most sought after..be it in&lt;br /&gt;the canteen,the 'free' periods or for completing the&lt;br /&gt;records,assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16).One has to live in constant fear of a DROP all&lt;br /&gt;through the engg carrier as according to new revised&lt;br /&gt;stringent RULES any thing can happen to ANYONE.&lt;br /&gt;(KISI KO KUCH BHI HO SAKTA HAI) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17).The second-years are the ones with the 'I am the&lt;br /&gt;don-of-the-college' feeling iff one not has MECHANICS KT of&lt;br /&gt;1st sem.....( BAP of all papers of ENGG).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18).The third years are the ones with the&lt;br /&gt;'so-many-backlogs' feeling and the poor souls get down&lt;br /&gt;to studying after bossing around in the college&lt;br /&gt;for so long.but the fun still continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19).The fourth years have no connection with the&lt;br /&gt;college whatsoever...with no interest in&lt;br /&gt;ragging,pulling each other`s legs,the bday parties,the&lt;br /&gt;bday bums et al which they enjoyed so much till&lt;br /&gt;now.All they want is a good placement and a&lt;br /&gt;'1st-class' tag attached to their memo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20).The first three years are spent in cursing the&lt;br /&gt;college,the people there,the system et al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21).But towards the end of the fourth year,people tend&lt;br /&gt;to feel nostalgic abt the pure unadulterated fun they&lt;br /&gt;have had for 4 years.Now the very system they&lt;br /&gt;disliked,the very canteen they cursed,the time that&lt;br /&gt;they spent there,the bday bums they suffered..all&lt;br /&gt;these seem like heaven to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................THIS THE HOW ENGINEERING&lt;br /&gt;COMPLETES.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-8043851500068107046?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/8043851500068107046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=8043851500068107046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/8043851500068107046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/8043851500068107046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/04/21-things-common-to-all-engg-colleges.html' title='21 THINGS COMMON TO ALL ENGG COLLEGES'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-6183385596068924167</id><published>2008-04-07T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:04:27.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; Ego ( Soooooo Sweet )</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes love is for a moment, sometimes love is for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a moment is a lifetime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was an island ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where all the feelings lived together .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day there was a storm in the sea and the island was about to get drowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every feeling was scared but Love made a boat to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every feeling boarded the boat . Only 1 feeling was left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love got down to see who it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was EGO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love tried and tried but ego wasn't moving also the water was rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one asked love to leave him and come in the boat, but love was&lt;br /&gt;made to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last all the feelings escape and Love dies with ego on the island..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Dies because of EGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Kill ego and Save Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-6183385596068924167?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/6183385596068924167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=6183385596068924167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/6183385596068924167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/6183385596068924167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-ego-soooooo-sweet.html' title='Love &amp; Ego ( Soooooo Sweet )'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-99175093856765551</id><published>2008-04-07T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:03:44.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you can...Crack It.(Just for fun)</title><content type='html'>Nice puzzle - try to crack it ...&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a bus conductor, who was very rude to his passengers. One day a beautiful young girl, of around 18 years,tried to board the bus, but he didn't stop the bus. Unfortunately the beautiful young girl came under the bus and died on the spot. Angry passengers took the conductor to the police station, whoin turn took him to the court.The judge was not at all impressed with him and gave him capital punishment.He was taken to the electrocution chamber. There was a single chair in thecenter of the room and a single banana peel at one corner of the room. The conductor was strapped to the chair and high voltage current was given to him. But to everyone's amazement, he survived. The judge decided to set him free, and he returned to his profession. After a few m onths, this time, a good lo! oking middle aged woman tried to board the bus but the conductor didn't stop the bus. Unfortunately,this time also, the good looking middle aged woman came under the bus and died on the spot. Again angry passengers took him to the police station, who in turn took him to the court. The judge took one look at the conductor and gave him capital punishment. The Bus conductor was taken to the same electrocution chamber where there was a single chair in the center of the room and a single banana peel at one corner of the room. He was strapped to the chair and high voltage current was given to him. This time also to everyone's amazement, he survived. The judge decided to set him free, and he returned to his profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months later, an elderly gentleman tried to board the&lt;br /&gt;bus. This time the Bus conductor, remembering his earlier experiences,&lt;br /&gt;stopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the b! us. Unfortunately the elderly gentleman slipped and died due to&lt;br /&gt;his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;injuries. The conductor was taken to the police station and then to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the court, to the same judge. Though he hadn't done anything wrong, but&lt;br /&gt;considering his past record the judge decided to set an example and&lt;br /&gt;gave him capital punishment. The Bus conductor was again taken to the&lt;br /&gt;same&lt;br /&gt;electrocution chamber where there was a single chair in the center&lt;br /&gt;of the room and a single banana peel at one corner of the room. He was&lt;br /&gt;strapped to the chair and high voltage current was given to him. This&lt;br /&gt;time&lt;br /&gt;he died instantly !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The question is why didn't he die on the first two occasions, but died&lt;br /&gt;instantly the third time??&lt;br /&gt;Try to solve it yourselves. This is rather interesting and answer is&lt;br /&gt;perfectly logical. If necessary read the puzzle once again.&lt;br /&gt;! Still you couldn't, Then see below.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;think hard&lt;br /&gt;common yaar tired. wanna know the answer????&lt;br /&gt;ok........ there is the Answer............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first two times, the conductor was a Bad Conductor,&lt;br /&gt;therefore electricity didn't pass through him. But during the third&lt;br /&gt;time,&lt;br /&gt;he&lt;br /&gt;was a good conductor, so electricity passed through him freely and he&lt;br /&gt;died&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha ha !!!!!!!! Obviously you gotta revise your science chapter&lt;br /&gt;Electricity ???&lt;br /&gt;, OK....Relax.....No violence please...!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-99175093856765551?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/99175093856765551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=99175093856765551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/99175093856765551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/99175093856765551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-cancrack-itjust-for-fun.html' title='If you can...Crack It.(Just for fun)'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-1584970608173668530</id><published>2008-03-25T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:06:11.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't' stop making this comparison</title><content type='html'>inches of rain in new orleans due to hurricane katrina... 18&lt;br /&gt;inches of rain in mumbai (July 27th).... 37.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;population of new orleans... 484,674&lt;br /&gt;population of mumbai.... 12,622,500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deaths in new orleans within 48 hours of katrina... 100&lt;br /&gt;deaths in mumbai within 48hours of rain.. 37.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number of people to be evacuated in new orleans... entire city..wohh&lt;br /&gt;number of people evacuated in mumbai... 10,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cases of shooting and violence in new orleans... Countless&lt;br /&gt;Cases of shooting and violence in mumbai.. NONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time taken for US army to reach new orleans... 48hours&lt;br /&gt;Time taken for Indian army and navy to reach mumbai... 12hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;status 48hours later... new orleans is still waiting for relief, army and electricty&lt;br /&gt;status 48hours later..mumbai is back on its feet and is business is as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USA...world's most developed nation&lt;br /&gt;India...JUST A DEVELOPING NATION..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oopss...did i get the last fact wrong???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just being proud of being an INDIAN?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-1584970608173668530?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/1584970608173668530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=1584970608173668530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/1584970608173668530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/1584970608173668530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-couldnt-stop-making-this-comparison.html' title='I couldn&apos;t&apos; stop making this comparison'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-5781424427428351750</id><published>2008-03-19T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T10:32:13.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are Honest :: TOO Good !!</title><content type='html'>Honorable MEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must Read for Every Man and of course Woman (to understand man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a female is reading this article then just realize the value of a man; and if its a male then feel proud of after reading it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One day, while a woodcutter was cutting a branch of a tree above a river, his axe fell into the river. When he cried out, the Lord appeared and asked, "Why are you crying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woodcutter replied that his axe has fallen into water, and he needed the axe to make his living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord went down into the water and reappeared with a golden axe. "Is this your axe?" the Lord asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woodcutter replied, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord again went down and came up with a silver Axe. "Is this your axe?" the Lord asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the woodcutter replied, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord went down again and came up with an iron Axe. "Is this your axe?" the Lord asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woodcutter replied, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;The Lord was pleased with the man's honesty and gave him all three axes to keep, and the woodcutter went home happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time later the woodcutter was walking with his wife along the riverbank, and his wife fell into the river. When he cried out, the Lord again appeared and asked him, "Why are you crying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Lord, my wife has fallen into the water!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord went down into the water and came up with ANGELINA JOLIE "Is this your wife?" the Lord asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," cried the woodcutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord was furious. "You lied! That is an untruth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woodcutter replied, "Oh, forgive me, my Lord. It is a misunderstanding. You see, if I had said 'no' to ANGELINA JOLIE , You would have come up with CAMERON DIAZ . Then if I said 'no' to her, you would have come up with my wife . Had I then said 'yes,' you would have given me all three. Lord, I am a poor man, and am not able to take care&lt;br /&gt;of all three wives, so THAT'S why I said yes to ANGELINA JOLIE ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is: Whenever a man lies, it is for a good and honorable reason, and for the benefit of others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-5781424427428351750?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/5781424427428351750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=5781424427428351750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5781424427428351750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5781424427428351750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/03/men-are-honest-too-good.html' title='Men are Honest :: TOO Good !!'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-1772468351144841836</id><published>2008-03-17T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:08:22.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Said NO!</title><content type='html'>I hope that you can get the effects on your computers! The words are great, but the movements of the faces add a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God to take away my habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, No.&lt;br /&gt;It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.&lt;br /&gt;God said, No.&lt;br /&gt;His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God to grant me patience.&lt;br /&gt;God said, No.Patience is a byproduct of tribulations; it isn't granted, it is learned.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God to give me happiness.&lt;br /&gt;God said, No.I give you blessings; Happiness is up to you.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God to spare me pain.&lt;br /&gt;God said, No.Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God to make my spirit grow.&lt;br /&gt;God said, No.You must grow on your own, but I will prune you to make you fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;God said, No.&lt;br /&gt;I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me.&lt;br /&gt;God said...Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love God, send this to ten people and back to the person that sent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS DAY IS YOURS DON'T THROW IT AWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God Bless You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-1772468351144841836?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/1772468351144841836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=1772468351144841836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/1772468351144841836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/1772468351144841836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/04/god-said-no.html' title='God Said NO!'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-9065963593479547710</id><published>2008-03-11T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:05:31.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One nice moral for all of us!!!!! good one</title><content type='html'>There is this Fisherman, Let's call him Vishy (rhymes with Fishy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vishy goes out fishing each morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;casts his net and gathers his catch and sells them in the market and makes a living out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one occasion he gets up too early and sleep eludes him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he decides to go fishing any way it's too dark to go fishing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he strolls by the Bank of the River and waits for the Sun to appear he stumbles upon a sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sack is a bit heavy and there were some pebbles in it Now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u have a river and a sack of pebbles and a lot of time to kill,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the logical thing to do is to throw the pebbles into the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vishy did just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried all the things we do Throwing it as far as possible,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as high as possible, make the pebbles bounce as many times an possible.... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with just one stone remaining,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun rose the stone in his hand began to glow as well damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stone was a diamond!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when he realized that all those pebbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had thrown away were actually Precious Stones!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get up too early in the morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-9065963593479547710?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/9065963593479547710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=9065963593479547710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/9065963593479547710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/9065963593479547710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-nice-moral-for-all-of-us-good-one.html' title='One nice moral for all of us!!!!! good one'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-3138233185538992447</id><published>2008-03-01T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:07:40.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk conversation between NRI husband and his wife.Talk conversation between NRI husband and his wife.</title><content type='html'>Dear Sweetheart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't send my salary this month, so I am sending 100 kisses.&lt;br /&gt;You are my sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;Your husband&lt;br /&gt;XYZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife replied back after some days to her husband:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your 100 kisses, I am sending the expenses details.&lt;br /&gt;1. The Milk man agreed on 2 kisses for one month's milk.&lt;br /&gt;2. The electricity man only agreed after 7 kisses.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your house owner is coming every day and taking two or three kisses&lt;br /&gt;instead of the rent.&lt;br /&gt;4. Supermarket owner did not accept kisses only, so I have given him&lt;br /&gt;some other items....... ....&lt;br /&gt;5. Other expenses 40 kisses .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't worry for me, I have a remaining balance of 35 kisses and I&lt;br /&gt;hope I can complete the month using this balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I plan same way for next months, Please Advise !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Sweet Heart&lt;br /&gt;ABC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-3138233185538992447?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/3138233185538992447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=3138233185538992447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/3138233185538992447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/3138233185538992447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/04/talk-conversation-between-nri-husband.html' title='Talk conversation between NRI husband and his wife.Talk conversation between NRI husband and his wife.'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-8116200639010204670</id><published>2008-02-26T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:40:54.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINAL SQUAD FOR IPL TEAMS............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CRLKovNLKmA/R8PQOPNf_6I/AAAAAAAAACo/22hRrqVBuoM/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chennai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CRLKovNLKmA/R8PQOPNf_6I/AAAAAAAAACo/22hRrqVBuoM/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171205740171362210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-8116200639010204670?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/8116200639010204670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=8116200639010204670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/8116200639010204670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/8116200639010204670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/final-squad-for-ipl-teams.html' title='FINAL SQUAD FOR IPL TEAMS............'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CRLKovNLKmA/R8PQOPNf_6I/AAAAAAAAACo/22hRrqVBuoM/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-2472744771237871284</id><published>2008-02-26T00:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:25:52.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something All Professionals should know</title><content type='html'>Six software professionals under the age of 33 have died and 2 top&lt;br /&gt;executives from renowned software companies have become paralyzed because&lt;br /&gt;of stress-related heart ailments in the last six months in Chennai, says a&lt;br /&gt;study by Mitran Foundation, a Bangalore-based voluntary association of&lt;br /&gt;practising doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All the six who died, and the two who became invalid, had no family&lt;br /&gt;history of heart attacks or any pre-history of heart ailments or paralysis.&lt;br /&gt;They were all in their prime, between 27 and 33 years, and handled&lt;br /&gt;challenging projects at work in their respective companies. They worked&lt;br /&gt;long and continuous hours. The end struck them very suddenly, and it looked&lt;br /&gt;as if their hearts refused to take any more stress ," said Dr Dwarakanath,&lt;br /&gt;director of Mitran Foundation, who has studied stress components in 40&lt;br /&gt;software companies in Chennai during the last six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study, conducted at a cost of Rs 45 lakhs, covered more than 4,000&lt;br /&gt;software professionals from 80 companies who were in service for a minimum&lt;br /&gt;of three years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-2472744771237871284?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/2472744771237871284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=2472744771237871284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/2472744771237871284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/2472744771237871284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/something-all-professionals-should-know.html' title='Something All Professionals should know'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-5012058141471563707</id><published>2008-02-26T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:21:20.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRODOMANIA 08-INNOVATIVE PRODUCTS/WORKING PROJECTS DISPLAY FESTIVAL@ANNA UNIVERSITY,GUINDY,CHENNAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Are u dissatisfied with the current state of things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your brain oozing with ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u think you can make things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              better? simpler? easier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u ve an eye for improvement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then rush in with your ideas and turn them into products of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit your prototypes/models and get patented too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Prizes worth one lakh to be won!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more info visit, www.indcon.ieceg.in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps. Prodomania-2008 is a part of the National level Techno Management fest-INDCON'08,Department of Industrial Engineering, Guindy, Anna University)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-5012058141471563707?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/5012058141471563707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=5012058141471563707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5012058141471563707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5012058141471563707'/><link 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opportunity for both UG and PG students.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;                     To know more about this log on to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;www.ril.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                     dont miss this opportunity&lt;br /&gt;                      good luck.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-6558313802257123735?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/6558313802257123735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=6558313802257123735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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guess..........?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRLKovNLKmA/R8DcwvNf_2I/AAAAAAAAACE/3wrbvn3WgTA/s1600-h/ATT695405.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRLKovNLKmA/R8DcwvNf_2I/AAAAAAAAACE/3wrbvn3WgTA/s400/ATT695405.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170375102086250338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's none other than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bill Gates' daughter and still unmarried.&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/7278153870027212947-3201446458546065917?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/3201446458546065917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=3201446458546065917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/3201446458546065917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/3201446458546065917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/software-engineers-dream-girl.html' title='Software engineers Dream Girl...'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRLKovNLKmA/R8DcwvNf_2I/AAAAAAAAACE/3wrbvn3WgTA/s72-c/ATT695405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-5794566308190987454</id><published>2008-02-23T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T18:50:28.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWTON IN ROMANTIC MOOD........ ......</title><content type='html'> &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universal   Law   Of   Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Love Can Neither Be Created Nor Be Destroyed; Only It Can Transfer From&lt;br /&gt;One Girlfriend To Another Girlfriend With Some Loss Of Money "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First   Law   Of   Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A Boy In Love With A Girl, Continue To Be In Love With Her And A Girl&lt;br /&gt;In Love With A Boy, Continue To Be In Love With Him, Until Or Unless&lt;br /&gt;Any External Agent(Brother Or Father Of The Gal) Comes Into Play And&lt;br /&gt;Break The Legs Of The Boy. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second   Law   Of   Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The Rate Of Change Of Intensity Of Love Of A Girl Towards A Boy Is&lt;br /&gt;Directly Proportional To The Instantaneous Bank Balance Of The Boy And&lt;br /&gt;The Direction Of This Love Is Same To As Increment Or Decrement Of The&lt;br /&gt;Bank Balance. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third   Law   Of   Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The Force Applied While Proposing A Girl By A Boy Is Equal And Opposite&lt;br /&gt;To The Force Applied By The Girl While Slapping."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-5794566308190987454?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/5794566308190987454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=5794566308190987454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5794566308190987454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5794566308190987454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/newton-in-romantic-mood.html' title='NEWTON IN ROMANTIC MOOD........ ......'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-8832393351651921803</id><published>2008-02-15T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:14:48.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobiles linked to disturbed sleep</title><content type='html'>The study, funded by mobile phone companies, suggests radiation from the handset can cause insomnia, headaches and confusion.It may also cut our amount of deep sleep - interfering with the body's ability to refresh itself.The study was carried out by Sweden's Karolinska Institute and Wayne State University in the US.Funded by the Mobile Manufacturers Forum, the scientists studied 35 men and 36 women aged between 18 and 45.Some were exposed to radiation equivalent to that received when using a mobile phone, others were placed in the same conditions, but given only "sham" exposure.Those exposed to radiation took longer to enter the first of the deeper stages of sleep, and spent less time in the deepest one.The scientists concluded: "The study indicates that during laboratory exposure to 884 MHz wireless signals components of sleep believed to be important for recovery from daily wear and tear are adversely affected."Researcher Professor Bengt Arnetz said: "The study strongly suggests that mobile phone use is associated with specific changes in the areas of the brain responsible for activating and coordinating the stress system."Another theory is that radiation may disrupt production of the hormone melatonin, which controls the body's internal rhythms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-8832393351651921803?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/8832393351651921803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=8832393351651921803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/8832393351651921803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/8832393351651921803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/mobiles-linked-to-disturbed-sleep.html' title='Mobiles linked to disturbed sleep'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-3606373168484544809</id><published>2008-02-09T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T08:29:12.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>story</title><content type='html'>A young boy enters a barber shop and the barber whispers to&lt;br /&gt;         his Customer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         "This is the dumbest kid in the world. Watch while I prove it&lt;br /&gt;         to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         The barber puts a five rupee coin in one hand and two one rupee&lt;br /&gt;         coins(1+1=2) in the other, then calls the boy over and asks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         "Which do you want, son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         The boy takes the two one rupee coins and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;         "What did I tell you?" said the barber. "That kid never&lt;br /&gt;         learns!" I have proved so many times by offering him coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Later, when the customer leaves, he sees the same young boy&lt;br /&gt;         coming out of the ice cream store. "Hey, son! May I ask you a&lt;br /&gt;         question?&lt;br /&gt;         Why did you take two one rupee coins instead of five rupee&lt;br /&gt;         coin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         The boy licked his cone and replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         "Because THE DAY I TAKE THE FIVE RUPEE COIN, THE     GAME IS OVER.&lt;br /&gt;         Moral : Don't be too quick to judge who is dumb and who isn't -&lt;br /&gt;         It may just be that - you are making a fool of yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-3606373168484544809?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/3606373168484544809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=3606373168484544809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/3606373168484544809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/3606373168484544809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/story.html' title='story'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-102073759006445146</id><published>2008-02-08T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:05:16.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazil finds fossil of "missing link" to crocodile</title><content type='html'>Montealtosuchus arrudacamposi, a medium-sized lizard-like predator measuring about 5 1/2 feet (1.7 meters) from head to tail, dates back about 80 million years to the Late Cretaceous period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is scientifically important because the specimen literally is the link between more primitive crocodiles that lived in the era of the dinosaurs 80-85 million years ago and modern species," said paleontologist Ismar de Souza Carvalho of Rio de Janeiro Federal University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montealtosuchus arrudacamposi, an agile terrestrial predator of the Peirosauridae family, had different habits from today's crocodiles but it was similar in form and structure despite having longer limbs, scientists said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fossil was found near the town of Monte Alto in Sao Paulo state and is named after the place and the local scientist who dug up the fossil in 2004 -- Arruda Campos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new species is one of a number of important finds by paleontologists in Brazil and Argentina over the past few years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-102073759006445146?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/102073759006445146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=102073759006445146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/102073759006445146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/102073759006445146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/brazil-finds-fossil-of-missing-link-to.html' title='Brazil finds fossil of &quot;missing link&quot; to crocodile'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-6693771019754138432</id><published>2008-02-08T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:03:06.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scientists create 'no tears' onions</title><content type='html'>The discovery could signal an end to one of cooking's eternal puzzles: why does cutting up a simple onion sting the eyes and trigger teardrops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The research institute in New Zealand, Crop and Food, used gene-silencing technology to make the breakthrough which it hopes could lead to a prototype onion hitting the market in a decade's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin Eady, the institute's senior scientist, said the project started in 2002 after Japanese scientists located the gene responsible for producing the agent behind the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We previously thought the tearing agent was produced spontaneously by cutting onions, but they proved it was controlled by an enzyme," he told AFP from his home outside Christchurch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here in New Zealand we had the ability to insert DNA into onions, using gene-silencing technology developed by Australian scientists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The technology creates a sequence that switches off the tear-inducing gene in the onion so it doesn't produce the enzyme. So when you slice the vegetable, it doesn't produce tears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eady said that by stopping sulphur compounds from being converted to the tearing agent and redirecting them into compounds responsible for flavour and health, the process could even improve the taste of the onion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We anticipate that the health and flavour profiles will actually be enhanced by what we've done," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What we're hoping is that we'll essentially have a lot of the nice, sweet aromas associated with onions without that associated bitter, pungent, tear-producing factor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakthrough has caused ripples overseas, following an international symposium in the Netherlands and after the trade journal Onion World featured Eady's work on the front cover of its December issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eady, who has several model onion plants at the institute, said despite the excitement about the prospect of "no tears" onions in every home, it would be 10 to 15 years before this happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-6693771019754138432?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/6693771019754138432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=6693771019754138432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/6693771019754138432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/6693771019754138432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/scientists-create-no-tears-onions.html' title='Scientists create &apos;no tears&apos; onions'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-2047689826924021175</id><published>2008-02-07T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T09:40:40.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about Cricket Gear</title><content type='html'>Cricket is a team sports same as American field hockey, extremely spirited and, maybe unduly, known as a game of the prosperous and privileged.&lt;br /&gt;  Cricket is a team sports same as American field hockey, extremely spirited and, maybe unduly, known as a game of the prosperous and privileged. Cricket carries a history of several centuries in British and Irish cultures. The game as played today created in England, and is crazily accepted in England along with many other countries inclined by British culture in the British labors of migration in the 18th and 19th centuries. Cricket gear is extremely specialized and precise in specifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cricket is the hands-down really trendy sport in India, Pakistan, Australia and Bangladesh. It's as well extremely big in the down-under countries like South Africa and New Zealand. Kenya and the Caribbean countries as well take pleasure in huge followings of Cricket fans. The game requires specialized Cricket gear, and for the Cricket fan, is remarkably difficult to track down if you don't live in a country, which follows Cricket like Americans follow football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first cricket gear turns off little similarity to what's used today. The unique cricket bats looked much like a contemporary hockey stick. Legends maintain the first row method emerged out of a shepherd's crook. Today's cricket bat is made of willow wood conserved with linseed oil. According to the 42 laws of cricket, a cricket bat is not supposed go beyond 38 inches in length and a little more than four inches wide, comprising of a handle and paddle. The handle is padding and taped in a way same as to a tennis racket. The resemblance ends there, with the cricket bat being much more considerable than a tennis racket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The established cricket ball is red or white with size of nine inches around. A good cricket ball begins with a core of covered twine and finished in skin wrapped around the twine to form the accepted surface. The game is played on an approximately oval-shaped grassland playing field, with a narrow piece of dirt down the center, called the pitch. At each end of the pitch are the “goalposts” consisting of three “stumps” that are actually perpendicular posts each at the bottom of two “bails”, together known as the wicket. Wickets are generally made of wood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-2047689826924021175?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/2047689826924021175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=2047689826924021175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/2047689826924021175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/2047689826924021175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-about-cricket-gear.html' title='All about Cricket Gear'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-235826356348845673</id><published>2008-02-07T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T09:27:36.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowboarding: Getting To Grips With The Basics</title><content type='html'>Snowboarding can be fun, but you need to learn the basics first. Formal lessons are always the best, and safest way to learn. After getting fitted with the right kit, there are some basic next steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step to snowboarding is practicing walking up an incline with the snowboard on. This is not as easy as it sounds but practice will quickly make you perfect. Next you would be wanting to start sliding down the hill in a slow and steady manner. This can be achieved by putting the weight on the heels and pointing down the toes on either feet and pulling them back in order to come to a halt. To learn to come to a stop is important and needs practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step, called skating, is where the snowboarder pushes the snow with his back foot and advances the front foot. This is a way of getting around smoothly and requires some practice also. These are the very basics. Advanced lessons for people who would like to jump, spin and bump are all handled by experienced and knowledgeable trainers. Knowledge about turning in the J-Pattern and negotiating linked turns are also handled by experienced staff after assessing comfort and skill with the basic steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The increasing attractiveness of snowboarding has given rise to a number of training schools and the training sessions offered are most advisable as the best way to get hold of the basics. The high level of physical activity involved in snowboarding enables easy learning and demonstration and practice brings perfection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-235826356348845673?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/235826356348845673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=235826356348845673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/235826356348845673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/235826356348845673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/snowboarding-getting-to-grips-with.html' title='Snowboarding: Getting To Grips With The Basics'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-5371830459413913051</id><published>2008-02-07T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T08:05:14.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Win over Belgium preparation for Olympics: Carvalho</title><content type='html'>Win over Belgium preparation for Olympics: Carvalho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chennai, Jan 31 (IANS) Chief national hockey coach Joaquim Carvalho sought to play down India's series win over Belgium here Thursday and stressed that the five matches were merely a preparatory exercise for the Olympic qualifying tournament in Santiago, Chile in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Test series has proved to be a good base for the assessment of our players. Winning against Belgium team is one thing and happiness of that victory is another. I feel, the players still have to lift their game a few more notches and work on the mistake they committed during the five games here,' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India won the five-Test series 3-1. The first match was a 4-4 draw before the Indians won the next three 5-0, 3-2 and 2-1 while the Belgians enjoyed a 3-2 success in the concluding game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carvalho reiterated that the main objective of the Indian team was to qualify for the 2008 Beijing Olympics. Only the winner of the six-team tournament in Santiago March 1-9 will qualify for the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That is our biggest challenge and all matches before that should be seen in that perspective,' Carvalho pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coach appreciated the fact that he was given the opportunity to try out some of the younger players and said that the newcomers adapted themselves well to the conditions and opponents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carvalho felt that picking the final squad would not be easy as there was competition for virtually every position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'However, as I have been saying all along, performance alone will be the criteria for selection and so, no player can afford to be complacent or take his place in the team for granted,' he said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Carvalho'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-5687798271899736944</id><published>2008-02-06T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:12:22.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good news for indians</title><content type='html'>Finally Good News for the Indians,&lt;br /&gt;BCCI has appointed a New Captain to lead the Indian Cricket team for the Perth Test to face the Aussies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACB trying to console BCCI and asked to reconsider his Appointment.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Time started for Ricky and Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Captain of our Indian Team is…………….&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRLKovNLKmA/R6n3fzYtTaI/AAAAAAAAABc/EZAJmWPla5g/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRLKovNLKmA/R6n3fzYtTaI/AAAAAAAAABc/EZAJmWPla5g/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163930573498830242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CRLKovNLKmA/R6n3gjYtTbI/AAAAAAAAABk/A6DpB4qiwWc/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CRLKovNLKmA/R6n3gjYtTbI/AAAAAAAAABk/A6DpB4qiwWc/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163930586383732146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CRLKovNLKmA/R6n3hDYtTcI/AAAAAAAAABs/2MvzJJAyzQQ/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CRLKovNLKmA/R6n3hDYtTcI/AAAAAAAAABs/2MvzJJAyzQQ/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163930594973666754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Guess what, ICC replaced Bucknor with a New Umpire for the rest of the Series, he is the Great&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CRLKovNLKmA/R6n4TDYtTeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/98KmmOpz6w8/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163931453967125986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks better then Symonds, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-5687798271899736944?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/5687798271899736944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=5687798271899736944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5687798271899736944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5687798271899736944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-news-for-indians.html' title='good news for indians'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CRLKovNLKmA/R6n3fzYtTaI/AAAAAAAAABc/EZAJmWPla5g/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-3396593037344652613</id><published>2008-01-29T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:16:30.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face</title><content type='html'>Face, the most important element in a human's appearance. Its so intriguing, how a face plays with your mind and sets opnions. Your first impression of a person is strongly based on the face of the person. The face personifies the image of a person. Its so strange, that we can trust a person more if we have seen his/her face. Until we see someone, we always have a small doubt in the corner of our mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt matter that the face should only be beautiful. Faces can be not beautiful but still charming and luring. Some faces are more touching, some you can trust instantly. Some faces, you loathe at the first glance itself, and have a tough time dealing with that person. But one thing, again a strange fact, you tend to soften for a face, once you start seeing the face quiet often. You can actually start liking a face, even if you wanted to turn the other side on the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faces are mysterious. Some faces are expressive, telling you the unsaid too. Some faces are stoic, completely indifferent from what actually is. The worst is, some faces are deceitful; acting as a mask on the reality. I have become wary of faces, dont know they project the reality or are fraud. But still, faces play a very important role in my description of a human being (not just looks). I wonder, will I be able to get the niche of finding out whats behind a face. I think I almost have it. But somethings are so unpredictable that all your statistics go haywire; and faces fall into this category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faces will always perplex me, sometimes making me comfortable, sometimes making me despise, and sometimes leave me with lots of questions unanswered. But still it plays a major role in charaterization of people carrying these faces. So happy face reading everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-3396593037344652613?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/3396593037344652613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=3396593037344652613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/3396593037344652613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/3396593037344652613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/face.html' title='Face'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-8301329160228536327</id><published>2008-01-29T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:12:14.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awareness about stroke..</title><content type='html'>STROKE IDENTIFICATION:&lt;br /&gt;During a party, a friend stumbled and took a little fall - she assured everyone that she was fine (they offered to call para me dics) and just tripped over a brick because of her new shoes. They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food - while she appeared a bit shaken up, Ingrid went about enjoying herself the rest of the evening. Ingrid's husband called later telling everyone that his wife had been taken to the hospital - (at 6:00pm , Ingrid passed away.) She had suffered a stroke at the party. Had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke, perhaps Ingrid would be with us today. So me ?don't die. They end up in a helpless, hopeless condition instead.&lt;br /&gt;It only takes a minute to read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke... totally. He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed, and then getting the patient me dically cared for within 3 hours, which is tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECOGNIZING A STR OKE&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the sense to re me mber the "3" steps, STR . Read and Learn!&lt;br /&gt;So me ti me s symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke victim may suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke.&lt;br /&gt;Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S *Ask the individual to SMILE .&lt;br /&gt;T *Ask the person to TALK , to SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently: It is sunny out today.)&lt;br /&gt;R *Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{NOTE: Another 'sign' of a stroke is this: Ask the person to 'stick' out their tongue... if the tongue is 'crooked', if it goes to one side or the other that is also an indication of a stroke}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call e me rgency services im me diately and describe the symptoms. This is URGENT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-8301329160228536327?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/8301329160228536327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=8301329160228536327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/8301329160228536327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/8301329160228536327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/awareness-about-stroke.html' title='Awareness about stroke..'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-6779930399425484557</id><published>2008-01-28T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:57:48.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sachin and Sourav 75*</title><content type='html'>Ganguly And Sachin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sachin Tendulkar and Sourav Ganguly, now pretty old&lt;br /&gt;guys, 75 and 76 years old,&lt;br /&gt;are sitting on a park bench feeding pigeons and&lt;br /&gt;talking about cricket,like they do every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sachin turns to Sourav and says, "Do you think there's&lt;br /&gt;cricket in heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganguly thinks about it for a minute and replies, "I&lt;br /&gt;dunno. But let's make a&lt;br /&gt;deal: if I die first, I'll come back and tell you if&lt;br /&gt;there's cricket in&lt;br /&gt;heaven, and if you die first, you do the same." They&lt;br /&gt;shake on it and&lt;br /&gt;sadly, a few months later, poor Sachin passes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day soon afterward, Ganguly is sitting there&lt;br /&gt;feeding the pigeons by&lt;br /&gt;himself when he hears a voice whisper, "Sourav...&lt;br /&gt;Sourav!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganguly responds, "Sachin! Is that you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes it is, Sourav," whispers Sachin's ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganguly, still amazed, asks, "So, is there cricket in&lt;br /&gt;heaven?" "Well," says&lt;br /&gt;Sachin, "I've got good news and bad news." "Gimme the&lt;br /&gt;good news first," says Ganguly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sachin says, "Well... there is cricket in heaven."&lt;br /&gt;Ganguly says, "That's&lt;br /&gt;great! What news could be bad enough to ruin that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sachin sighs and whispers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You and me, we are going to open the innings on&lt;br /&gt;Friday."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-6779930399425484557?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/6779930399425484557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=6779930399425484557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/6779930399425484557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/6779930399425484557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/sachin-and-sourav-75.html' title='Sachin and Sourav 75*'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-4907882244606608849</id><published>2008-01-27T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:56:40.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indians are Indians...</title><content type='html'>Once an indian, always an Indian!&lt;br /&gt;It is because of the business sense demonstrated&lt;br /&gt;below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Indian walks into a New York City bank and asks to&lt;br /&gt;see the loan officer. He says he is going to Europe on business for&lt;br /&gt;two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000.&lt;br /&gt;The bank officer says the bank will need some kind of&lt;br /&gt;security for such&lt;br /&gt;a loan, so the man hands over the keys of a new Rolls&lt;br /&gt;Royce parked on&lt;br /&gt;the street in front of the bank.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is checked out, and the bank agrees to&lt;br /&gt;accept the car as&lt;br /&gt;collateral for the loan.&lt;br /&gt;An employee drives the Rolls into the bank's&lt;br /&gt;underground garage and&lt;br /&gt;parks it there.&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later, the man returns, repays the $5,000&lt;br /&gt;and the&lt;br /&gt;interest,which comes to $15.41.&lt;br /&gt;The loan officer says, "We are very happy to have had&lt;br /&gt;your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely,but we&lt;br /&gt;are little puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;While you were away, we checked you out and found that&lt;br /&gt;you are a multimillionaire. What puzzles us is why would you&lt;br /&gt;bother to borrow $5,000?"&lt;br /&gt;The Indian replied,"Where else in New York can I park&lt;br /&gt;my car for two&lt;br /&gt;weeks for 15 bucks?"&lt;br /&gt;Cheers !&lt;br /&gt;Indians are indians......,&lt;br /&gt;Smart brains...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-4907882244606608849?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/4907882244606608849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=4907882244606608849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/4907882244606608849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/4907882244606608849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/indians-are-indians.html' title='Indians are Indians...'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-5279095415092766638</id><published>2008-01-27T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:03:22.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little girl??</title><content type='html'>A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl replied, "Then you ask him ".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-5279095415092766638?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/5279095415092766638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=5279095415092766638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5279095415092766638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5279095415092766638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-girl.html' title='Little girl??'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-3469218605871471745</id><published>2008-01-26T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:19:14.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make them enjoy and learn!</title><content type='html'>Childhood is the best part of life and parents should make their children enjoy the golden period by imparting adequate knowledge and also make them learn. One of the best ways to make significant academic progress in an innovative tutoring environment is by sending children to a summer program. Score Education center provides the opportunity for the children in the age group of 4 to 14 to love and learn by applying it's expertise effeciently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCORE takes an hands on approach to tutoring. The various aspects of Score are designed to help children in their various ventures while making sure that they enjoy the learning process also. This will be a boon for both the students and the parents and as a parent you can witness noticeable development in your child. SCORE also provides free academic consultation and also a waiver in the registration fee for those who register before the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go make your child feel the SCORE experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-3469218605871471745?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/3469218605871471745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=3469218605871471745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/3469218605871471745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/3469218605871471745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/make-them-enjoy-and-learn.html' title='Make them enjoy and learn!'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-4472699098293564948</id><published>2008-01-26T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:55:50.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EYE sight????</title><content type='html'>Pls follow the guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First close one of your eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Move your mouse point at the red '!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Right click at the !.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Then go (select all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Then u'll see the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask you to do something and u do it without applying your mind ;)&lt;br /&gt;YOur eye sight is alright,But YoUr Mind has gOt Problem hehehehe ..Ha..HA..HA..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-4472699098293564948?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/4472699098293564948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=4472699098293564948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/4472699098293564948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/4472699098293564948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/eye-sight.html' title='EYE sight????'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-2949824423563820243</id><published>2008-01-25T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:04:34.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways to reduce stress...</title><content type='html'>Never borrow from the future. If you worry about what&lt;br /&gt;may happen tomorrow and it doesn' t happen, you have&lt;br /&gt;worried in vain. Even if it does happen, you have to&lt;br /&gt;worry twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to bed on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get up on time so you can start the day unrushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Say No to projects that won' t fit into your time&lt;br /&gt;schedule, or that will compromise your mental health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Delegate tasks to capable others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Simplify and unclutter your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Less is more. (Although one is often not enough,&lt;br /&gt;two are often too many.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Allow extra time to do things and to get to places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Pace yourself. Spread out big changes and difficult&lt;br /&gt;projects over time; don't lump the hard things all&lt;br /&gt;together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Take one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Separate worries from concerns. If a situation is&lt;br /&gt;a c oncern, find out what God would have you do and&lt;br /&gt;let go of the anxiety . If you can't do anything about&lt;br /&gt;a situation, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Live within your budget; don't use credit cards&lt;br /&gt;for ordinary purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have backups; an extra car key in your wallet, an&lt;br /&gt;extra house key buried in the garden, extra stamps,&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 K.M.S. (Keep Mouth Shut). This single piece of&lt;br /&gt;advice can prevent an enormous amount of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do something for the Kid in You everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Carry a Bible with you to read while waiting in&lt;br /&gt;line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Get enough rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Eat right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Get organized so everything has its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Listen to a tape while driving that can help&lt;br /&gt;improve your quality of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Write down thoughts and inspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Every day, find time to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Having problems? Talk to God on the spot. Try to&lt;br /&gt;nip small problems in the bud. Don't wait until it's&lt;br /&gt;time to go to bed to try and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Make friends with Godly people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Keep a folder of favorite scriptures on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Remember that the shortest bridge between despair&lt;br /&gt;and hope is often a good "Thank you Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Laugh some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Take your work seriously, but not yourself at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Develop a forgiving attitude (most people are&lt;br /&gt;doing the best they can).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Be kind to unkind people (they probably need it&lt;br /&gt;the most).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Sit on your ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Talk less; listen more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 Slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Remind yourself that you are not the general&lt;br /&gt;manager of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 Every night before bed, think of one thing you're&lt;br /&gt;grateful for that you've never been grateful for&lt;br /&gt;before. GOD HAS A WAY OF TURNING THINGS AROUND FOR&lt;br /&gt;YOU. "If God is for us, who can be against us?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-2949824423563820243?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/2949824423563820243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=2949824423563820243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/2949824423563820243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/2949824423563820243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/ways-to-reduce-stress.html' title='Ways to reduce stress...'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-3905402459909625889</id><published>2008-01-25T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:54:46.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women are smart???</title><content type='html'>A Woman was out golfing one day when she hit the ball into the woods. She&lt;br /&gt;went into the woods to look for it and found a frog in a trap. The frog said to her, "If you release me from this trap, I will grant you three wishes." The woman freed the frog, and the frog said, "Thank you, but I failed to mention the condition to your wishes. Whatever you wish for, your husband will get times ten!" The woman said, "That's okay." For her first wish, she wanted to be the most beautiful woman in the world. The frog warned her, "You do realize that this wish will also make your husband the most handsome man in the world, an Adonis whom women will flock to". The woman replied, "That's okay, because I will be the most beautiful Woman and he will have eyes only for me." So, KAZAM-she's the most beautiful Woman in the world! For her second wish, she wanted to be the richest woman in the world.. The frog said, "That will make your husband the richest man in the world.. And he will be ten times richer than you. "The woman said, "That's okay, because what's mine is his and what's his is mine." So, KAZAM-she's the richest woman in the world! The frog then inquired about her third wish, and she answered, "I'd like a mild heart attack."Moral of the story: Women are clever. Don't mess with them. Attention female readers : This is the end of the joke for you. Stop here and continue feeling good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male readers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man had a heart attack ten times milder than his wife!!! Moral of the&lt;br /&gt;story: Women think they're really smart.Let them continue to think that way&lt;br /&gt;and just enjoy the show&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you are a woman and are still reading this; it only goes to show that women never listen!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-3905402459909625889?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/3905402459909625889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=3905402459909625889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/3905402459909625889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/3905402459909625889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/women-are-smart.html' title='Women are smart???'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-7363986756022241744</id><published>2008-01-23T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:28:54.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is cosmic</title><content type='html'>Thought of Travel: Life is comic&lt;br /&gt;This smart edition reflects the philosophical aspect of the author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traveled for about 2 and a half hour in the great Chennai metro electric trains from a town to a part of madras. It was really a great experience and taught me some finer values of life.&lt;br /&gt;I won’t believe in some comical facet of life such as romance, coupling, dating, and sacrificing anything for luv and so and so....But during the journey I realized that life is a collection of such comic things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first a kid impressed me so much by his/her cute “mazhalai” (childishness) in the acts. She/he used to say bye always since she/he left some relatives in one of the previous stations. The mother was so convincing that she was not even tensed to a percent by the kid’s activities. So nice mom analogous to Radha (obviously my mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a romantic pair (I think so) sat beside me, attracted the whole gathering. In between their conversation I think a small fight broke. Then the Adam tried to console the Eve… it was scenic…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a married lady with a man beside her (probably her man), was standing and holding the man’s shirt for balance... Thanks to metro trains for their periodic jerking…….The man’s face was lustrous and responsibility shining on his face…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On contrast there was an old couple, the typical grands (above 50) whom, most of us use to scold during our free time in home [not house]. The man was an extrovert and he shared his experience and Taste of India with me. The lady smiled occasionally and was seriously thinking some puzzle’s answer (I guess).They purchased some things from T.Nagar. Suddenly the lady said, “It’s me”. The man smiled and blinked his eyes…reflecting maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me and told, “I asked her a question. Who is the beautiful lady today I met whom I like much? And you too know that lady…&lt;br /&gt;For that now only she got the answer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow “aatharsa thambathigal” (perfect couple). The lady was smiling by looking at one of the things they bought... Eventually it’s a MIRROR….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-7363986756022241744?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/7363986756022241744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=7363986756022241744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/7363986756022241744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/7363986756022241744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-is-cosmic.html' title='Life is cosmic'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-4907814251034314733</id><published>2008-01-22T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:27:50.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejoice...</title><content type='html'>I’ve been attending church services and listening to sermons all my life – both the church and the home variety. Very few have stood in my mind and one of them was a Christmas message about Joy. Quite a Christmassy thing to think about – Joy. For the first time in my life, however, I heard the Christmas story of Joseph. Joseph,s first Christmas. From any point of view, it was rather grim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was a man, engaged to be married to a girl, who was pregnant with a baby that wasn’t his. Worse still, it was a child of God. A pretty unreal tale for a man to swallow – let alone convince his family and friends about. And then, just when things were bad enough, he had to travel to a distant place – on a donkey, with a full term pregnant wife – to take part in a census.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he finds that there is no accommodation and he has to put up with her in a manger and then play midwife as well. Kind of hard on the man by any standards. I know that the modern day pictures of the manger have clean healthy cattle peeping benevolently at the baby and the entire manger free of dung and filled with light and angels. But honestly, that could hardly be true, could it? And that was Joseph’s first Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must have been a pretty extraordinary man to watch his life unravel before his eyes and yet be joyful. In the end however, joy is a choice we make. And that made me think. I’ve seen people in really desperate circumstances joking around a meagre meal and a roofless shelter. The group of maids having a long gossip about their employers’ faults in the servant quarters seem to catch the spirit that is missing at 7 course meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not just the poor who seem to have made this choice really. For I’ve seen people from all walks of life goofing around. It doesn’t matter if they’ve lost a loved one or come from a dysfunctional home or are young or old or rich or poor. Some people just seem to have stumbled on to the secret of eternal giggling. Our first tenant (she was always called Anuamma – Anu’s mother) was a born giggler. She found everything in life amusing. Her son failing his exams, her daughter passing hers, a saucer getting irrevocably stuck in a bowl, a meal that turned out well, the several dishes that turned out badly, her mother-in-law’s sulks, her aches and pains and BP, her husband’s wretched business sense…. She was around 40 when I first met her. She is around 60 now and still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice, the ayurvedic masseuse who we hired for some post delivery care when Ken was born was another happy soul. She was the happiest person I ever met and next to Kevin was the one person that gave me undiluted joy. Apart from her massages and herbal baths with boiling water, her face and cheerfulness did me more good than anything else. Mama was harried because it is her nature to be permanently harried. Papa was disoriented because there was just too much going on – guests, cooking, guests, massages, guests, a grandson, guests, a harried wife…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Alice was the silver lining at all times. Her husband was paralysed below the hips and consequently helpless and irritable. Her sons seemed to do little part from play cricket some of the time and play the fool the rest. The entire family looked to her for money, comfort and home cooked food. I really didn’t see that there was a lot she had to smile about. But she didn’t just smile – she laughed, she grinned, she positively rejoiced in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a dream of making good some day that amuses people like Anuamma and Alice? Is it the fun in beating life’s challenges? Is it an unselfishness in giving all that one can to support people around them? Is it the complete non-judgemental attitude that they bring into relationships and life? Is it a lack of standards? A lack of ambition? I honestly don’t know yet. All I know is that they seem to have decided on joy. And they rejoice in their choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-4907814251034314733?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/4907814251034314733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=4907814251034314733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/4907814251034314733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/4907814251034314733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/rejoice.html' title='Rejoice...'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-3515343107411055155</id><published>2008-01-21T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:27:02.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderfull post office</title><content type='html'>We're all very adept at criticising the indian postal service, - how our letters never reach on time, how by the time they reach, vajpayee has already finished his speech (whats up with that dude, btw? why does it seem like his mind runs on a P1 processor with 1/2 kb ram?), how their visits to our houses are rarer than Santa Claus' coming (I said coming, not cumming, you pervert!). However, instead of criticising them, we're gonna enumerate the advantages that they provide to the poor in the villages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you known us well enough, you wouldn't believe the drivel above. Coz as sure as samosa mein hain aloo, circus mein hai bhalu, mukesh ambani hain chalu, south india mein hain mallu and something-something main hain zallu, we're going to town on their asses!&lt;br /&gt;l had the unfortunate privelege of having to visit the neighborhood postoffice recently and l found that they've taken a cue from the recent munnabhai movie. Theres gandhigiri everywhere. The more knowledgeable of our readers would know that the essence of fighting using gandhigiri involves the use of non-violence as well as non-cooperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, so there was a lot of non-cooperation going on at the post office, the paint was not cooperating with the walls, giving the latter a delicate contrast between a strong yellow paint probably done during the Moghul empire of Shah Jahan and the next coat of a dementing pista green which I'm sure was in vogue when painted during the early days of the British Raj, probably by surplus from the East India Company. The inadvertant mix of textures and colours were so very subtle, so smooth, so delicate that they'd give even manish malhotra a run for his homosexuality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calendar on the wall didn't seem to be very productive especially since the days of the month of July that it so proudly displayed don't really correspond to the days of november, which it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lf this was a theme party, my first guess for what the theme was would be "sadistic sadism spanking and bondage". The queues were longer than Himesh Reshammiya's nasal introductions to his songs! Truly, the only way this situation could get worse is if the postmaster went around in a tight leather outfit with a small window that exposed his rump, boots with stirrups and with a paddle and spanked us as we stood in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the indian postal service had a middle name, it would be "inefficiency". Apparently they also love a good challenge. This could be the only explanation as to why the ony person who knew how to operate the speed-post computer was sitting at the registered-post counter clipping her fingernails and providing oral tech-support while the incompetent sitting at the speed-post counter demonstrated a live example of stupidity-meets-bitch persona. She was so stupid that seeing her in action, or inaction rather cannot but force you to believe that human evolved from apes. It's just that avfew select people haven't got the requisite promotions along the eolutionary ladder. She wasn't stuck at the ape stage though, her species was stranded midway between a water buffalo and a wild parakeet. (Her ability to stop all work and complain to her unusually idle coworker, who was deely involved digging her nose in a last-ditch attempt to discover a nugget or two of gold, about how difficult it was to understand what Ba wanted from Tulsi in Kyunki...combined with her screeching voice which would have put the shouting bangaar walla, the night time kulfi walla and the idliwalla in collective shame, left me with no doubt about her parrot roots in her genetic map.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind lady, however, at the stamps counter was being very productive that day - I mean between her job of telemarketing/flirting on her handsfree and the horrific shade of purple nailpolish (trust me, even big bird on Sesame Street would have an stroke if u asked her to wear this color! and big bird's got the worst taste ever!) she managed to find time to give me two stamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to a joke that was played on me when I was little. I was an avid stamp collector and I had bought almost all the stamps the post office had! Now whenever one of my school friends asked me if I wanted a stamp, an affirmative reply would usually have his heavy leather shoe come down smartly on my foot - his funny version of a stamp. This often left me wishing that the sonofabitch collected rare 'kicks-in-the-nuts'... oh boy, would I have a field day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're probably waiting with baited breath, wondering if agent007 succeeded in his mission to send his communique, right? (No? Well, your momma so fat that when she wears a jacket with an 'X' on it, helicopters try to land on her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did. Not because my mom had promised to gut me with her bare hands nor because my dad had threatened to get me to wear my ass as a hat if I didnt send the letters, (though it was sufficiently powerful incentive, mind you), it was more because the human spirit tiumphed over all physical adversity, even an obstacle as big as an inefficient post office (an efficient indian post office is an anomaly in nature and would cause the universe to collapse and/or cause the devil to place a large order for sweaters coz hell had started to freeze over!). It was because I as an Indian could not afford to give up because life is full of challenges, because 'The Eye of the Tiger' is not just a song to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also because wearing my ass as a hat would suck ass - literally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-3515343107411055155?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/3515343107411055155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=3515343107411055155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/3515343107411055155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/3515343107411055155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/wonderfull-post-office.html' title='Wonderfull post office'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-8073091664830131432</id><published>2008-01-20T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:25:40.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warren Buffet, The Richest Man In World</title><content type='html'>There was a one hour interview on CNBC with Warren Buffet, the second richest man who has donated $31 billion to charity. Here are some very interesting aspects of his life:&lt;br /&gt;He bought his first share at age 11 and he now regrets that he started too late!&lt;br /&gt;He bought a small farm at age 14 with savings from delivering newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;He still lives in the same small 3 bedroom house in mid-town Omaha, that he bought after he got married 50 years ago. He says that he has everything he needs in that house. His house does not have a wall or a fence.&lt;br /&gt;He drives his own car everywhere and does not have a driver or security people around him.&lt;br /&gt;He never travels by private jet, although he owns the world's largest private jet company.&lt;br /&gt;His company, Berkshire Hathaway, owns 63 companies. He writes only one letter each year to the CEOs of these companies, giving them goals for the year. He never holds meetings or calls them on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;He has given his CEO's only two rules.&lt;br /&gt;Rule number 1: do not lose any of your shareholder's money.&lt;br /&gt;Rule number 2: Do not forget rule number 1.&lt;br /&gt;He does not socialize with the high society crowd. His past time after he gets home is to make himself some pop corn and watch television.&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates, the world's richest man met him for the first time only 5 years ago. Bill Gates did not think he had anything in common with Warren Buffet. So he had scheduled his meeting only for half hour. But when Gates met him, the meeting lasted for ten hours and Bill Gates became a devotee of Warren Buffet.&lt;br /&gt;Warren Buffet does not carry a cell phone, nor has a computer on his desk.&lt;br /&gt;His advice to young people: Stay away from credit cards and invest in yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-8073091664830131432?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/8073091664830131432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=8073091664830131432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/8073091664830131432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/8073091664830131432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/warren-buffet-richest-man-in-world.html' title='Warren Buffet, The Richest Man In World'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-6594024333841418481</id><published>2008-01-19T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:25:08.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>33 Facts About Guyz</title><content type='html'>33 Facts about Guyz&lt;br /&gt;1. Guys don't actually look after good-looking girls. they prefer neat and presentable girls.&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys hate flirts.&lt;br /&gt;3.When a guy says he doesn't understand you, it simply means you're not thinking the way he is.&lt;br /&gt;4. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;5. When a guy really likes you, he'll disregard all your bad characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;6. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;br /&gt;7. Guys will do anything just to get the girl's attention.&lt;br /&gt;8. When you touch a guy's heart, there's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;9. When a girl says "no", a guy hears it as " try again tomorrow". ......so true.&lt;br /&gt;10. You have to tell a guy what you really want before he gets the message clearly.&lt;br /&gt;11. Guys love their moms.&lt;br /&gt;12. A guy would sacrifice his money for lunch just to get you a couple of roses .&lt;br /&gt;13. A guy often thinks about the girl who likes him. But this doesn't mean that the guy likes her.&lt;br /&gt;14. You can never understand him unless you listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;15. If a guy tells you he loves you once in a lifetime. He does.&lt;br /&gt;16. Beware. Guys can make gossips scatter through half of the face of the earth faster than girls can.&lt;br /&gt;17. Like Eve, girls are guys weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;18. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;19. It's good to test a guy first before you believe him. But don't let him wait that long.&lt;br /&gt;20. Guys hate it when their clothes get dirty. Even a small dot.&lt;br /&gt;21. Guys really admire girls that they like even if they're not that much pretty.&lt;br /&gt;22. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.......very true.&lt;br /&gt;23. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;24. Guys cannot keep secrets that girls tell them.&lt;br /&gt;25. Guys think too much.&lt;br /&gt;26. Guys' fantasies are unlimited.&lt;br /&gt;27. Girls' height doesn't really matter to a guy but her weight does!......very true.&lt;br /&gt;28. Guys tend to get serious with their relationship and become too possessive. So watch out girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;29. Guys are more talkative than girls are especially when the topic is about girls.&lt;br /&gt;30. You can truly say that a guy has good intentions if you see him praying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;31. If a guy says you're beautiful, that guy likes you.&lt;br /&gt;32. Guys hate girls who overreact. ......sumtimes.&lt;br /&gt;33. Guys love you more than you love them IF they are serious in your relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-6594024333841418481?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/6594024333841418481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=6594024333841418481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/6594024333841418481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/6594024333841418481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/33-facts-about-guyz.html' title='33 Facts About Guyz'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-4856521468304130158</id><published>2008-01-19T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:18:28.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acquisitions and more Acquisitions</title><content type='html'>A lot of acquisitions plans have been happening in the recent past and the latest of all is that Microsoft is acquiring advertising network aQuantive Inc for $6 billion in an all cash deal. Microsoft plans to build an internet wise advertising platform for advertisers, publishers and ad agencies. Do take a look at the presspass in the Microsoft website. Microsoft was trying to enter this space when they lost Double click to Google. The deal was worth $3.1 billion and Google grabbed it away from Microsoft's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comes after the much hyped $50 billion acquisition of Yahoo by MS the progress of which is not completely known.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-4856521468304130158?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/4856521468304130158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=4856521468304130158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/4856521468304130158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/4856521468304130158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/acquisitions-and-more-acquisitions.html' title='Acquisitions and more Acquisitions'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-5366950409120049273</id><published>2008-01-19T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:14:44.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower for a child</title><content type='html'>After resolving to continue with my writing and my book, I find that I spend all my time at home watching movies, reading other people’s books and helping Ken with home-work. Life’s lessons learnt from the above activities: (a) I want to start a movie review blog, (b) I want to get my book published and have other people buy and read it and (c) I don’t like Ken’s life being wasted in this horrible manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child’s routine is scary. He wakes up at 6:00 a.m., has a rather meagre breakfast, a glass of complete planned food, and is dressed and ready for the schoolbus at 7:15 a.m. He returns at 3:30 looking like a construction worker and as tired as one. I scrub the layers of black mud off him and give him something to eat. He’s so tired, he can hardly keep his head up at the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drops off for a short nap at 4:15 or so. If I let him be, he wakes up at 7:30; if I wake him up at 5:30 in response to the neighbourhood kids demands, he goes off to play and comes home at 7:15. The said kids have the firm belief that I am conspiring to prevent Ken from playing with them. First the youngest of the lot rings my bell. “Aunty, is Kevin there?” If he’s either sleeping or sick and I say so, he looks beyond me suspiciously into as much of the house as he can see, craning his neck to confirm that Ken is not tied to a chair and held captive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later, the next oldest drops by. She is charming and sweet and wears pretty little dresses and can talk the hind leg off a donkey. “Aunty, can Kevin come to play?” “He’s coming in five minutes,” I say. “He’s just waking up.” Sometimes she lets it go at that. Sometimes she daringly calls out, “Kevin! Come soon! We’re waiting.” She obviously does not trust me to convey the message effectively. If he responds, all is well. Otherwise five minutes later, she’s back with her twin. Sometimes she is fortified with an older neighbour. They gherao me until Kevin finally condescends to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On days when he cannot go to play, it is horrible to have to reveal the awful truth. I know that they don’t believe me. I hate when the spouse says, “Ken has been naughty today. No playtime.” If I have to convey the message to his friends, they beg and plead. Sometimes they look shocked as if I am evil personified. I end up letting him go anyway. If I say he has exams, they take it in their stride. “We do too,” they say, “Please, we’ll send him back soon.” Not that that ever happened! If he’s sick, several of their number come by to confirm and then they still look disbelieving. It is an ordeal I don’t look forward to. I suspect I am not strong and firm with kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to get back to the routine, Ken comes home to dinner – which can last anywhere between 1 and 2 hours depending on how much he likes the food or whether his Dad is at home or not. Dad at home means a quick meal. Mum caught alone means fooling around till she’s right round the bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he settles down to home work. Two pages of work in every subject. Maths 1, Maths 2, English 1, English 2, Hindi 1, Hindi 2 and miscellaneous assignments as well. That makes around 10 pages of work. And his proposed bedtime is at 9:30. Obviously, it becomes a choice between completing all of the homework or getting enough sleep. Since I hate those large remarks in red pen scrawled all over his notebook, I opt for the former. There are still large remarks in red pen scrawled all over his notebook commenting on the lack of neatness or linearity or something or the other anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have a dog tired 5-year-old to do all this work and do it neatly seems like child labour to me. By the time the work is done, it’s bedtime. There is no time for music practice. No time for a board game with us. No time for a family chat. No time to listen to all the quaint sayings that have amused me in the last five years. I could move him to a less gruelling school. Unfortunately, the child loves this. He is convinced that this is what he wants. I have a secret fear that my child is going to be academic. He is what my parents dreamed for me. So I hold on to the hope that my grandkids will probably be hippies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-5366950409120049273?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/5366950409120049273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=5366950409120049273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5366950409120049273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5366950409120049273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/flower-for-child.html' title='Flower for a child'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-1641109663283207891</id><published>2008-01-18T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:13:05.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye....</title><content type='html'>"I feel so numb', she thought, rubbing her hands on her arms, in an effort to keep warm. She didn't know how she managed to get through the funeral. There were people around her, friends and family, but she couldn't remember who was there with her. All she knew was that her sister was dead. Not coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still felt detached, unable to believe it. Whenever the door opened, she turned eagerly, half expecting Tania to walk in. And then there would be the gut-wrenching realization that that would never happen. She didn't know if she had come to terms with Tania's death. It felt so unreal. She had watched, as everyone cried around her, as though caught in a limbo, and seeing things in slow motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This can't be happening", she kept telling herself. She tried to remember her last conversation with Tania. Nothing came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could'nt even say Good-Bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stopped believing in God. And yet, only visiting the temple everyday brought her some solace. She had returned to her flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vishal visited everyday, bringing her food. If he hadn't forced her to eat, she wouldn't have survived for so long, she thought furiously. She didn't know who had called him, maybe it was Tina. She hadn't bothered to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing mattered anymore. Her sister was no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing mattered anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-1641109663283207891?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/1641109663283207891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=1641109663283207891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/1641109663283207891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/1641109663283207891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-bye.html' title='Good bye....'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-2687477901771603000</id><published>2008-01-17T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:23:58.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subliminal CDs</title><content type='html'>I strongly believe in all the do it yourself books and CD's because it helps you to learn a lot without putting in a great deal of effort and it is also good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are subliminal CDs ?&lt;br /&gt;Subliminal messaging is a process of sending messages direct to the impressionable subconscious mind, bypassing the more critical conscious mind. Subliminal CDs are a great way to help you change any part of your life without efforts from your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't happen just like that... If you are so concerned about your self confidence then it constants puts the message in your sub-conscious mind and you will definitely notice the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for subliminal CDs ranging from boosting your self confidence or losing your weight your ultimate destination has to be http://www.subliminal-cds.com/. It has got a rich collection of more than 120 subliminal CDs from which you can pick the one where you feel you lack something. The CDs utilize the powerful new 5-part Encoding System developed by self-development guru, Bradley Thompson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to have laser sharp focus or overcome interview anxieties then go ahead and pick your copy and win free international shipping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-2687477901771603000?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/2687477901771603000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=2687477901771603000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/2687477901771603000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/2687477901771603000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/subliminal-cds.html' title='Subliminal CDs'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-7394404972600712255</id><published>2008-01-17T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:52:12.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cricket Score Gives Out All The Information About A Match</title><content type='html'>Today cricket is keenly watched by most of the people and its list of fans is increasing. It is gaining popularity ever since its existence. Cricket fans are crazy for it and they feel something is missing if they happen to miss any match due to some reason. This shows how passionate they are for a cricket match. They are interested to watch anything regarding cricket whether it is test match or one-day or even a discussion forum of former and present cricketers. Cricket score is most important for anyone who is watching the match or has missed out. They want to enjoy every aspect of a cricket match. The fans are in full mood and excitement when a match is played. If the tournament is between two tough contenders then it becomes more exciting and fans anyhow make out some time from their work schedule to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They involve themselves completely and become emotionally attached to the match. Their immense attachment with the match makes them forget all their stress and work. Fans cheer when the match becomes exciting and they enjoy with every moment of the match. All fans pray for their team to win the match and they keep looking at the cricket score which is important to win the match. Cricket fans are so much passionate for it that sometimes they use photographs of their favorite players on their mobile phones as wallpapers. Cricket score can make anyone aware with the happenings in the match. If a fan has missed out to catch the live telecast of the match then there are some other options as well to make him updated with the scenes in the match. The fan can ask for the cricket score from his friend or some one else who has the latest updates of the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a busy working professional, then you just need not to worry for the latest updates. You have every information at your finger steps. Look for cricket dedicated websites that can inform you with latest cricket score. Here you can find every information some are like overs bowled, wickets taken, runs made, average and much more. This is not all, even some website can show you the video clips from the matches and it gives the fans extreme pleasure to watch it. If you are unable to browse on web then there are radio channels that gives live commentary about the match. They are entertaining you along with giving you information. But the crazy fans do not get satisfied with these mediums, they somehow manage to catch the live broadcast. It is amazing to see the craziness of fans for cricket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also get information regarding a match from the newspapers or from news channels who will keep you updated with every information. Another option is to watch the replay the telecast of the cricket match. You can glare at the overall performance of the team. Sometimes the players happen to make records and this makes their fans very happy. Cricket score is the face of a match that shows how their players have performed on the cricket ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-7394404972600712255?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/7394404972600712255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=7394404972600712255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/7394404972600712255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/7394404972600712255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/cricket-score-gives-out-all-information.html' title='Cricket Score Gives Out All The Information About A Match'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-5050490850287236414</id><published>2008-01-16T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:15:39.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact of life</title><content type='html'>Once there were two brothers who lived on the 80th floor of a tall building.After coming home one day, they realised to their dismay that the lifts were not working and that they have to climb the stairs home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After struggling to the 20th level, panting and tired, they decide to abandon their bags and come back for them the next day. They left their bags there on 20th floor and then climb on.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time they reached the 40th level, they felt mad and irritated. The younger brother started grumbling and thus both of them began to quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, they continue to climb the steps, quarreling all the way to the 60th floor Then they realize that now they have only 20 levels more to climb and decide to stop quarreling and continue climbing in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They silently climb on and reach home at long last. Each stands calmly before the door and waits for the other to open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then they realize that the key was in their bag which was left at the 20th floor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is a reflection on our life and times. All of us climb the tall building called life...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some till all the 80 floors and some less. Many of us climb under the expectations of our companion. These companions are our friends and parents till the 20th floor, then our spouse and our dear ones till the next levels of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seldom get to do the things that we really like and love and are under somuch pressure and stress that by the age of 20, we get tired and decide to dump this load. Being free, we work enthusiastically and dream ambitious wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we reach 40 years old, we start to lose our vision and dreams. We begin to feel unsatisfied and start complaining and criticizing. We live a miserable life as we are never satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching 60, w e realize that we have little left for complaining anymore, and began to walk the final episode in peace and calmness. We think that there is nothing left to disappoint us, only to realize that we could not rest in peace because we have an unfulfilled dream.......... a dream we abandoned 60 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's your dream.....? Know your dreams and follow it so that you will not live with regrets.Help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept yourself... Believe in yourself...Like yourself... Inside each of us are powers so strong, treasures so rich, possibilities so endless, that to command them all to action would change the history of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate Life..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-5050490850287236414?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/5050490850287236414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=5050490850287236414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5050490850287236414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5050490850287236414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/fact-of-life.html' title='Fact of life'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-727984413202436118</id><published>2008-01-15T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:00:44.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting thing about women</title><content type='html'>Interesting things about women in the view of God Himself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angel appeared and asked God,&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you spending so much time on this one?"&lt;br /&gt;And the Lord answered, "Have you seen my spec sheet on her?&lt;br /&gt;She has to be completely washable, but not plastic,&lt;br /&gt;have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable&lt;br /&gt;and able to run on diet coke and leftovers,&lt;br /&gt;have a lap that can hold four children at one time,&lt;br /&gt;have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;-and she will do everything with only two hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel was astounded at the requirements.&lt;br /&gt;"Only two hands!? No way!&lt;br /&gt;And that's just on the standard model?&lt;br /&gt;That's too much work for one day.&lt;br /&gt;Wait until tomorrow to finish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't," the Lord protested.&lt;br /&gt;"I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart.&lt;br /&gt;She already heals herself when she is sick AND can work 18 hour days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel moved closer and touched the woman.&lt;br /&gt;"But you have made her so soft, Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She is soft," the Lord agreed,&lt;br /&gt;"but I have also made her tough.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will she be able to think?", asked the angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord replied,&lt;br /&gt;"Not only will she be able to think,&lt;br /&gt;she will be able to reason and negotiate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel then noticed something,&lt;br /&gt;and reaching out, touched the woman's cheek.&lt;br /&gt;"Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model.&lt;br /&gt;I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's not a leak,"&lt;br /&gt;the Lord corrected,&lt;br /&gt;"that's a tear!"&lt;br /&gt;"What's the tear for?" the angel asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy,&lt;br /&gt;her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love,&lt;br /&gt;her loneliness, her grief and her pride."&lt;br /&gt;The angel was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;"You are a genius, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;You thought of everything!&lt;br /&gt;Woman is truly amazing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.&lt;br /&gt;They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you&lt;br /&gt;to show how much they care about you.&lt;br /&gt;The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.&lt;br /&gt;They bring joy, hope and love.&lt;br /&gt;They have compassion and ideals.&lt;br /&gt;They give moral support to their family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Women have vital things to say and everything to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,&lt;br /&gt;IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-727984413202436118?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/727984413202436118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=727984413202436118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/727984413202436118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/727984413202436118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/interesting-thing-about-women.html' title='Interesting thing about women'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-8374648588989813728</id><published>2008-01-14T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:22:41.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting loose..</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to write something for a long time. Writing gives me a sense of satisfaction. So, I started to think...what should I write. Many things came to my mind, politics, corruption, media, communal riots, traffic blues, natural calamities, war and peace, etc. But, there is already lots written, read and ignored, stuff on these topics. Coz these are the usual masala that you can read tons of articles on. I had to think something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I could possible write was about my life. Now, there is another small problem to it. My life's story, if taken out my name, can be identified as story of so many people around me. That makes it non-unique. On that, a thought came to my mind. All of us are bound by so many things in life. We are bound by the society, by traditions, by the people we love, by our own narrow mindedness. Sometimes I feel, as if I am a captive in my own house. When I lie down on the bed, I feel that the ceiling binds me. It would have been so good, if I could ogle at the handsome Moon, and be envious of the beautiful stars. When I am on the roads, the traffic binds me. It would have been so good if it would be a muddy path that disappears into lush green woods with a magical mist around (almost a fairytale...right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am bound, and I dont have the means to break this bound. I really adore those people who could divert themselves from the narrow line placed in front of them, and chase their dreams. I also dream, of freedom, of breaking free of traditions and follow my passions. I also want to hold the hands of life and walk towards the misty woods. I also want to whisper to the wind and fly with the clouds. But I am bound...but I am bound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-8374648588989813728?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/8374648588989813728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=8374648588989813728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/8374648588989813728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/8374648588989813728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/cutting-loose.html' title='Cutting loose..'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-8067696213251952025</id><published>2008-01-13T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:02:16.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children of this generation..</title><content type='html'>The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take only ONE. God is watching."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child had written a note, "Take all you want. God is watching the apples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-8067696213251952025?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/8067696213251952025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=8067696213251952025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/8067696213251952025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/8067696213251952025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/children-of-this-generation.html' title='Children of this generation..'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-964616767788394353</id><published>2008-01-13T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:20:07.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIR</title><content type='html'>I WILL BE GOING FOR AN EXCURTION TO GIR SOON ,SO JUST WANTED TO DO SOME PRE TRIP STUDY&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHAT I FOUND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gir Wildlife Sanctuary and National Park&lt;br /&gt;Location : Gir, 42-kms From Junagadh, Gujarat&lt;br /&gt;Nearest Access : Junagadh (42-kms)&lt;br /&gt;Main Wildlife Found : Asiatic Lions, Leopards, Chowsingha&lt;br /&gt;Coverage Area : 1412.13-sq-kms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Gir Wildlife SanctauryIn the southwest of the peninsular state of Gujarat, lies the 116 square-mile Gir sanctuary created to protect the last wild population of Lion outside the African regions. Since 1913 when the Lion population over here fell drastically to just 20 animals, the numbers have increased to around 300. The Asiatic lion is slightly smaller than its African cousin is and its mane is also smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flora in Gir National ParkThe Gir National Park is a mixed deciduous forest with teak, flame of the forest, some Acacia and Banyan trees. A distinct belt of vegetation is found along the main rivers and streams. Species like the Jambu, Karanj, Umro, Vad, Kalam, Charal, Sirus and Amli are found here. These trees are mostly broad leaved and evergreen, giving the area a cool shade and the moisture content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major Wildlife Attractions in Gir Wildlife SanctuaryIn India the Lion population is spread across the states of Rajasthan, Gujarat, Haryana, Punjab, Uttar Pradesh and Madhya Pradesh. But Gir is not just about Lions, the second most commonly found predator in the Gir is Leopard. Infact, Gir national park is also home to one of the largest Leopard populations in any park in India, and especially in the hotter season they can sometimes be seen at night close to the lodges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other animal residents of the Gir national park are Sambar Deer, Chital Spotted Deer, Nilgai Antelope, Chowsingha Four-Horned Antelope, Chinkara Gazelle, Wild Boar, Langur Monkey, Jackal, and Hyena and numerous birds like Paradise Flycatcher, Bonneli's Eagle, Crested Serpent Eagle, Woodpeckers Flamingo etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://indianwildlifeportal.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-964616767788394353?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/964616767788394353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=964616767788394353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/964616767788394353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/964616767788394353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/gir.html' title='GIR'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-5552912934130218210</id><published>2008-01-13T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:09:52.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Interview</title><content type='html'>Interviewer said "I shall either ask you ten easy questions or one really difficult question.Think well before you make up your mind!" The boy thought for a while and said, "my choice is one really difficult question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, good luck to you, you have made your own choice! Now tell me this. "What comes first, Day or Night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy was jolted into reality as his admission depends on the correctness of his answer,but he thought for a while and said,"It's the DAY sir!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How" the interviewer asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry sir, you promised me that you will not ask me a SECOND&lt;br /&gt;difficult question!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was selected for the job...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-5552912934130218210?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/5552912934130218210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=5552912934130218210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5552912934130218210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5552912934130218210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/great-interview.html' title='Great Interview'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-4654313808674627178</id><published>2008-01-12T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:49:04.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Basic Table Tennis Rules: Learning To Play The Game</title><content type='html'>For a friendly, non-professional way of playing table tennis, these are the basic rules that you should follow.&lt;br /&gt; For a friendly, non-professional way of playing table tennis, these are the basic rules that you should follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Choose the scoring format at the start of the game. Official table tennis games are played until one player reaches 11 points. However, the match can also be played as a best of 3, 5, or 7 games, depending upon the agreement of the players. Just keep in mind that you cannot win by a single point. A player should be ahead by 2 points before he or she can be declared as the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Serve the ball by releasing it from the palm of your hands. Toss the ball upwards to reach the height of approximately six inches above the table. Strike the ball downward, making it bounce on your side of the table and into your opponent’s side. The ball should not touch the net during the serve. It if does, it is termed as a let serve. Let serves are not scored but reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hit the ball after it had bounced off the table. It is illegal to volley the ball before it has touched the table’s surface. The ball should bounce once on each side as it travels from one player to another. If it so happens that the player hit the ball too hard it missed the table altogether, the point goes to the other player. In table tennis, the table where the game is played sets the boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In a doubles game, a player should serve diagonally from the right side of their court into their opponent’s right. The white line painted across the table divides the left and right court. However, in a singles game, these lines don’t mean anything. Players can take the ball anywhere during a serve. Cross-court, straight, short, or long – there are no restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The ball or the table cannot be touched by the player’s free hand during play. If this happens, the player who committed the offense loses the point. The ball should freely bounce on the table during a rally. Only the paddles are allowed to hit it. The player’s clothing should not touch the net as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Players cannot hit the ball twice in a row. If you fail to hit the ball either on a serve or after your opponent had sent it back to your court, then your opponent takes the point. It also follows that your paddle is not allowed to hit the ball successively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These rules should be sufficient for you to play a good game of table tennis with friends. If you want to play professionally, you will need to learn the more complicated rules as set by the International Table Tennis Federation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-4654313808674627178?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/4654313808674627178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=4654313808674627178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/4654313808674627178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/4654313808674627178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/basic-table-tennis-rules-learning-to.html' title='The Basic Table Tennis Rules: Learning To Play The Game'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-5599837164164752630</id><published>2008-01-08T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:09:07.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Managers Vs Engineers</title><content type='html'>A team of young budding Managers were given an assignment to measure the height of a flagpole. So the Managers discussed and put up a project plan with roles and responsibilities. The manager who was responsible for organizing the resources went out and got a ladder and a tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tape measure was just the ordinary tape of 6 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lead manager assigned another manager to go on top of the pole and start the measure. They were falling off the ladders, dropping the tape measures - the whole thing was just a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Engineer came along and saw what they' were trying to do. He walked over pulled the flagpole out of the ground, laid it flat, measured it from end to end, gave the measurement to one of the managers and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Engineer went away, one manager turns head to another and laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't that just like an engineer? We're looking for height and he gives the length"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: No matter how good engineer you are, Managers always find fault in you .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-5599837164164752630?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/5599837164164752630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=5599837164164752630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5599837164164752630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5599837164164752630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/managers-vs-engineers.html' title='Managers Vs Engineers'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-608938217729587074</id><published>2008-01-07T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:46:49.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN SHOULD KIDS START SPORTS?</title><content type='html'>It's not easy to determine how early to start children in organized sports. Children of the same age vary considerably in their physical and psychological maturation, and there is no practical method of measuring maturity. Assuming the child has shown interest, five or six is the generally accepted earliest starting age for organized team sports. At the early ages participation should be limited to sports that involve a lot of physical activity and encourage the development of major motor muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children in grades 1 - 4 can benefit most from games that are modified to meet their needs and abilities. Play and fun are more important to this age group than highly structured sports that emphasize the outcome rather than the process. Parents and coaches are usually the ones concerned about winning and losing. When helping your child select a sport, keep balance in mind. Encourage your children to try many sports and activities when young and not to think of specializing or playing competitively until they reach middle school. Make sure a balance also occurs between adult organized activities and free playtime. Children need time to just be kids and to play with other kids without a set of rules or adult involvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important decisions to make, are which youth sports organizations and which coaches are best for your child. Make sure that you take the time to find out about the league, its leaders and coaches. Better yet, get involved and volunteer to coach. Participating in sports is a healthy way, both physically and socially, for your children to channel their youthful energy in a positive direction. Make sure your children's first experience encourages them to begin a lifelong interest in physical activities and good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other options besides team sports available to a child who wants to participate in sports. Parents should also encourage their children to become involved in individual and lifetime sports such as bowling, golf, swimming, tennis, gymnastics and martial arts. You can find information about these sports by visiting the facilities or through the yellow pages of the phone book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-608938217729587074?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/608938217729587074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=608938217729587074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/608938217729587074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/608938217729587074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-should-kids-start-sports.html' title='WHEN SHOULD KIDS START SPORTS?'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-6657637276805914863</id><published>2008-01-04T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:07:27.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What type u r???</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;which baby are u ??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY BABY&lt;br /&gt;Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive. Down-to-Earth. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY BABY&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. sexiest out of everyone. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;MARCH BABY&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality. sexy. Affectionate Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness.&lt;br /&gt;Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others.&lt;br /&gt;APRIL BABY&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous. Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does work well with others. Very confident. Sensitive. Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good&lt;br /&gt;memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Able to cheer evryone up and/or make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and others. Understanding. Fun to be around. Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive.&lt;br /&gt;Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and traveling. Systematic. hott but has brains.&lt;br /&gt;MAY BABY&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards oppisite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike&lt;br /&gt;being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited.&lt;br /&gt;JUNE BABY&lt;br /&gt;You've got the best personality and are an absolute pleasure to be around. You love to make new friends and be outgoing. You are a great flirt and more than likely have an a very attractive partner. a wicked hottie. It is also more than likely that you have a massive record collection. You have a great choice in films, and may one day&lt;br /&gt;become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck, you've got the looks for it!!!&lt;br /&gt;JULY BABY&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of&lt;br /&gt;sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST BABY&lt;br /&gt;outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. no self control. kind hearted. self confident. loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. easy to get along with and talk to. has an "every thing's peachy" attitude. likes talking and singing. loves music. daydreamer. easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. loves to be&lt;br /&gt;loved. hates studying. in need of "that someone". longs for freedom. rebellious when withheld or restricted. lives by "no pain no gain" caring. always a suspect. playful. mysterious. "charming" or "beautiful" to everyone. stubborn. curious. independent. strong willed. a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER BABY&lt;br /&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand.&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER BABY&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all.&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER BABY&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional&lt;br /&gt;and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER BABY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This straight-up means ur the most good-looking person possible... better than all of these other months! Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in&lt;br /&gt;organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to&lt;br /&gt;joke. Good debating skills. Has that someone always on his/her mind. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. one guy/girl kind of person. Loveable. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. loves music. pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows&lt;br /&gt;emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-6657637276805914863?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/6657637276805914863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=6657637276805914863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/6657637276805914863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/6657637276805914863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-type-u-r.html' title='What type u r???'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-6940937187359776792</id><published>2008-01-04T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:05:45.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Forever</title><content type='html'>Written with a pen.&lt;br /&gt;Sealed with a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;If you are my friend, please answer this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we friends&lt;br /&gt;Or are we not?&lt;br /&gt;You told me once.&lt;br /&gt;But I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me now&lt;br /&gt;And tell me true&lt;br /&gt;So I can say…&lt;br /&gt;“I’m here for you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the friends&lt;br /&gt;I’ve ever met,&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one&lt;br /&gt;I won’t forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I die.&lt;br /&gt;Before you do,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll go to heaven&lt;br /&gt;And wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give the angels&lt;br /&gt;Back their wings&lt;br /&gt;And risk the loss&lt;br /&gt;Of everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to prove my friendship is true…&lt;br /&gt;I will make this promise to you&lt;br /&gt;You will always be in my heart&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far we are apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad to have a friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this one from my friend..&lt;br /&gt;Hw nice it is to have friends..&lt;br /&gt;I have a good friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-6940937187359776792?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/6940937187359776792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=6940937187359776792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/6940937187359776792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/6940937187359776792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/01/friends-forever.html' title='Friends Forever'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-5547483515823224799</id><published>2007-12-22T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:44:51.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Ping Pong?</title><content type='html'>Ping Pong is a type of a sport played on a special table that is divided by a net. Two to four players can play the game at a time. The objective of the game is to hit the ball with a racquet into the opponent’s side.&lt;br /&gt; Ping Pong is a type of a sport played on a special table that is divided by a net. Two to four players can play the game at a time. The objective of the game is to hit the ball with a racquet into the opponent’s side. The ball should bounce only once on either side of the table and should be successfully returned to the opponent. Ping-pong is very similar to lawn tennis - the only notable difference is that this game is played on a table, instead of on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the player hit the ball too hard that it fails to land on his opponent’s side of the table, then it is a dead ball. A point will be given to the opponent. Ping-pong is a very fast game. Therefore, quick reactions are required. Skilled players even try to spin the ball as they hit it with the paddle so that it becomes hard for their opponent to predict which spot it would land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game Ping-pong originated from England in the year 1880’s. It is commonly referred to as indoor tennis. During that time, players use common objects found inside their homes as equipments. The game is played on a regular dining table and they use books for a bat and a ball of yarn as the ball. It was only in 1901 that the game was marketed commercially. J. Jaques and Son Ltd. manufactured the most expensive game set. They sold it with the “Ping-pong” trademark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Ping-pong game is usually started with a toss coin. The outcome decides which player will serve the ball first. To serve the ball, the player needs to hit it with the bat approximately six inches above the table. The ball has to bounce on the serving player’s side of the table and into his opponent’s. As much as possible, the ball should not hit the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A point is awarded to you if your opponent fails to return the ball after it had bounced on their side. The ball has to go over the net and should not bounce on either side twice. Once the ball had landed on your table, you have to effectively return it to your opponent. Failure to do so will credit him a point. It is illegal for players to hit the ball before it has touched the table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-5547483515823224799?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/5547483515823224799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=5547483515823224799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5547483515823224799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/5547483515823224799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-is-ping-pong.html' title='What is Ping Pong?'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-7972096643810461182</id><published>2007-12-11T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:41:43.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Said Golfing Was Relaxing</title><content type='html'>I used to throw my golf clubs into the trunk of my car, drive to the course, hit a few practice putts on the green and then tee off. Five hours later I would be cursing and swearing to myself about how terrible my game was, how my clubs were to blame or the weather was not suited to my game that day. Then, I would repeat the whole process again a week later, just counting down the hours until I was back out of the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my time for me, away from all the pressures and stresses of my everyday world. The one place where I could go and relax for a few hours with the guys. That was, until I started paying attention to all of the golfing magazines, the golf shows on television and the club displays that were in my pro shop. After all, what could it hurt to take a look at some of the new golf equipment that was out there and maybe shave a couple of strokes off my game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first item I thought I would change was my golf ball. Big mistake. Do you realize just how many different balls there are out there now? There must be hundreds, if not thousands. There is at least 20 golf balls designed for each aspect of your game. Ones for curves, slices, hooks, backspin, high flight, low flight and on and on. And who really cares just how many dimples there are on a golf ball. And what about compression ratio’s? What the heck is that all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you do finally decide on a new ball then you begin to think about new golf clubs. The world of clubs has now evolved into a very sophisticated and technical process. The selection is enormous and the price range is simply outrageous. You can purchase a simple department store driver for $40.00 or a top of the line driver from one of the Big Three for up to $800.00. It would take a complete novel to write about and explain all the new clubs that are available today. With the ever expanding availability of golf equipment to help make the game easier and more relaxing, it has in fact created the opposite effect, at least for this writer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-7972096643810461182?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/7972096643810461182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=7972096643810461182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/7972096643810461182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/7972096643810461182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-said-golfing-was-relaxing.html' title='Who Said Golfing Was Relaxing'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-9172635891791361712</id><published>2007-12-07T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:43:14.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Table Tennis?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Table tennis is an indoor game that originated from England. And just like other sports, table tennis was played merely as a social diversion in the early times. It is a game that was enjoyed by upper class Victorian families in the 19th century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Table tennis is an indoor game that originated from England. And just like other sports, table tennis was played merely as a social diversion in the early times. It is a game that was enjoyed by upper class Victorian families in the 19th century. Table tennis comes with a number of names, including “flim flam”, “gossamer”, and “whif whaf”. During that time, players merely use a dining table, a makeshift net, and a set of cardboards to play the game. It was only in 1901 when an official set of table tennis equipment was sold in the market, under the trademark “Ping-Pong”. To play table tennis, a ball, a net, an official ping-pong table, and a paddle for each player are all required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, table tennis is an internationally recognized sport. The International Table Tennis Federation, or simply ITTF, governs all rules and tournaments worldwide. Table tennis can be played either in singles or doubles. It follows a rule very similar to lawn tennis. Players use small rackets called paddles, which both sides can be covered with rubber. A hollow lightweight ball made of celluloid is the one commonly used. The main objective of the game is to volley the ball from one side of the table to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game skills and strategies are required to play table tennis efficiently. The spin of the ball, its placement on the table, and the speed it travels are very essential. The different ways of holding the racket, such as the grip style, the pen-hold, and the shake-hand style may determine the player’s skill level. And to be good at ping-pong, players need to master both defensive and offensive strokes. The game starts with a serve. The player needs to bounce the ball on his side of the table into his opponent’s side without hitting the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The player gains a point if his opponent fumbles or was unable to return the ball back to him. It is important that the ball bounces once on the player’s and his opponent’s sides of the table. It is illegal to hit the ball before it touches the table. If the player hit the ball too hard that it goes out of bounds, then the other player gets the point. The area of the table serves as the boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table tennis is very popular in Asia. In fact, Chinese and Koreans currently dominate the sport. They had successfully dethroned the reign of European players from France, Sweden, and Hungary. Table tennis became an official game in the Olympics in 1988.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-9172635891791361712?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/9172635891791361712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=9172635891791361712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/9172635891791361712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/9172635891791361712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-is-table-tennis.html' title='What is Table Tennis?'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-1722307201476923076</id><published>2007-11-09T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:19:18.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf - What It Really Takes</title><content type='html'>Until you have actually tried to play golf, you are unlikely to really understand its appeal. I mean all you need to do is hit a little white ball down a stretch of grass known as a fairway and putt it into a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so difficult about that? Well believe me, the word easy is as far away as you can imagine and frustrating seems to linger as an excellent description of the game. Ask anyone who plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the Scottish are generally credited with inventing the game, the first recorded game of golf was actually played in the Netherlands in February 1297. The first ever-recorded history of purchasing golf equipment was in 1502 by James VI. One of the oldest courses on record is St. Andrews where evidence of the game has been found dating back to 1552.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf is now one of the world’s popular sports and has some of the biggest payouts of any sport for the elite professionals. Many of the world’s greats have become household names:Tiger Woods, Sandy Lyle, Sevvy and Greg Norman to name just a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professional game is marked by four major tournaments each year, referred to as ‘The Majors’ and winning all of them in the same year is known as ‘The Grand Slam.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf as a sport requires unbelievable amounts of technique. It can take years and thousands of hours of practice to perfect the different shots necessary to play consistently well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in this last phrase that the key to golf lies: CONSISTENCY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many players will tell you that they play well for a few holes or for the odd game but it it is the ability to play consistently well that separates quality players from the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitting the occasional good shot is achievable for most but doing it consecutively over a few hours is what it takes to hit a good round. This makes golf an ultimate example of a ‘mental sport’ that shows up mental weaknesses so well. Compared to soccer, for example, where you can hide and hardly touch the ball. In golf you have to take the shot and if it is slightly incorrect the price you pay in terms of the effect on the result is that much greater than for example an over hit shot in soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It requires:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concentration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consistency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calmness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere yet have we mentioned physical characteristics. All of the above are attributes of the mind are they not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in terms of physical ability what does golf demand? Well it demands a good degree of flexibility, particularly in the hips, spine and shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also requires a degree of strength in the hips, trunk and upper limbs, particularly the wrists and forearms. Any golfer will tell you however that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-ordination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are more important than isolated power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf is a game requiring a blend of co-ordinated, relaxed, adjusted and focussed power that is almost effortless in its final implementation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this regular work on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Flexibility in specific joints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Strength in specific muscle groups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Overall fitness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will pay dividends in improving your game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flexibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performing a routine of mobility exercises for shoulders, hips and spine concentration especially on the rotation movements will not only help your game by improving your swing but will help prevent injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A twice weekly routine of resistance work on the hip, spine, shoulder and forearm muscle groups will again help improve your long game and get increased distance on your driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will also have an effect on preventing injury because the stronger and more efficient your muscles are the less forced effort you need which not only increases injury risk but contributes to poor technique and fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four hours of concentrated physical and mental effort requires fitness. It may be of a very different type to other sports that demand high intensity bursts of effort but it is necessary to play well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A twice a weekly program of aerobic exercise that can be a combination of running, cycling, swimming or skipping is an excellent way to develop the aerobic basis to play a high quality round of golf consistently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we have some aspects to work on to improve your game that anyone can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go on pick up a club, ask for some guidance and see if you get the bug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-1722307201476923076?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/1722307201476923076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=1722307201476923076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/1722307201476923076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/1722307201476923076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/golf-what-it-really-takes.html' title='Golf - What It Really Takes'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-4902450885650119055</id><published>2007-11-01T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:18:29.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volleyball</title><content type='html'>Volleyball originated in United States and is more than hundred years old. Volleyball is an extremely popular sport in United States and has gained popularity in various other parts of the world. It is estimated that 46 million Americans play volleyball and there are around 800 million players of volleyball worldwide. In the year 1895, William G. Morgan, thought to mix the elements of baseball, basketball, tennis and handball into one game. He thus created a game called mintonette, which was later called volleyball. The first game of volleyball was played in the year 1896. Earlier, the ball of basketball was used for playing volleyball. In the year 1900, a special ball was designed for the sport. The ball of volleyball now weighs between 9 and 10 ounces and the ball pressure is between 4.5 and 6 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball is one of the most energetic sports. In volleyball there are typically six players in one team. There are two teams playing against each other. Each team has three players in the front and three players at the back of the court. In between the two teams there are high nets to separate them. The teams use their hands and arms to hit the ball back and forth over the net. The ball should not fall on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball can be played indoors as well as outdoors on a rectangular court. The field is divided into two equal half-courts. The rules of volleyball are fairly simple. There are six players on each side. The server of the ball should serve from a line on the court called the restraining line or the end line. It is necessary that the ball is clearly visible to the opponents before the serve. The ball may be served overhand or underhand. The served ball may graze the net and fall to the other side for a point. The maximum hits allowed per side are three. A single player cannot hit the ball twice in succession. If so, it is considered to be a foul. The ball may be played off the net throughout a volley and on serve. A permissible hit is contact with the ball by a player body above and together with the waist, which does not permit the ball to perceptibly come to a rest. If two or more players contact the ball concurrently, it is considered one play and the players concerned may not partake in the next play. A player must not attack a serve. Switching positions will be allowed only between front line players and that also after the serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scoring of the game is also quite simple. Rally scoring is used in volleyball. The game of volleyball is typically played to twenty five points. There will be a point scored on every score of the ball. Scores will count on a defence miss or out of bounds hit. Defense will score on an offensive miss, out of bounds hit, or serve into the net.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-4902450885650119055?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/4902450885650119055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=4902450885650119055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/4902450885650119055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/4902450885650119055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/volleyball.html' title='Volleyball'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-4362248191324294714</id><published>2007-10-17T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:17:42.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Techniques - Play Pool Like a Pro</title><content type='html'>For the outside spectator, it seems as if professional pool players are performing difficult moves and trick shots at ease. However, the top pool players are practicing techniques that help them increase their control over the cue ball and, eventually maximize their winnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, 8-ball pool players are using billiards techniques that help them to maneuver the cue ball so it will rest in a position that would enable the to pocket the desired ball. Additionally, top players are also using billiard techniques that make it harder for their opponent to pocket a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a basic introduction to the various techniques applied by professional players in pool games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is a side spin positioned on the cue ball, in which the cue ball is hit to the left or right of the center. By using English, the player can also change the direction of an object ball and the route of the cue ball after contacting with the cue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow is a spin in the direction of the cue ball’s path in a manner that causes it to spin faster than usual. When the follow technique is used, it can widen the angle of departure of the cue ball from the object ball shortly afterwards. Additionally, follow can increase the rate of cue ball path before and after contacting the object ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Force Follow is an intense form of follow, which causes the cue ball to pause for less than a minute and then to travel forward all the way through any ball positioned in its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draw is backward spin put on the cue ball; the shooting player hits the cue ball underneath the middle of its vertical level surface. When a draw technique is used, it causes the angle of departure of the cue ball to be narrowed right after it departed from the object ball. In addition, draw can help in slowing the rate of cue ball move plus it can even impart an amount of follow to the object ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Force Draw is an intense type of draw. Similar to force follow, it also causes the cue ball to pause for a minute and then to shoot backward straight away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-4362248191324294714?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/4362248191324294714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=4362248191324294714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/4362248191324294714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/4362248191324294714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/pool-techniques-play-pool-like-pro.html' title='Pool Techniques - Play Pool Like a Pro'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-6420743289668632795</id><published>2007-10-10T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:24:46.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction to the Game of Carrom</title><content type='html'>The game of Carrom is also called as Carroms which is known as a family game played on tabletop. This game has a similarity between the games, table shuffleboard and billiards.&lt;br /&gt; The game of Carrom is also called as Carroms which is known as a family game played on tabletop. This game has a similarity between the games, table shuffleboard and billiards. Carrom game has many kinds of names across the globe, such as carum, carrum, karam, karom, karum or simply called Indian finger billiards. The origin of this game is unsure; according to some sources this game of Carrom has an Indian origin, while some say that it has a Chinese origin. Countries like Zimbabwe, Ethiopia and North Africa seem to play a role for the origin of the Carrom game. However in the West this game is somewhat similar to billiards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game of Carrom is played on plain plywood which is about 74 centimeters or 29 inches. The border of the playing board in bounded with wood bumpers. Here instead of balls like in billiards, here wooden disks are used. It is also called as Carrom coins or pucks. Generally there only four types of coins, black, white, red and a striker. The aim of the game is to strike the coins with the help of the striker and move them into the corner pockets. The red colored coin/puck is called the ‘queen’. Carrom can be played with two to four players. The Carrom board has variations; it is available in smaller size for children and boards with larger corner pockets for beginners to learn the tricks and practice the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American version of the game is quite different as the game is played with cue sticks with checkers or chess like patters in the middle of the board. You can note that, the corner pockets of the board are much larger than the traditional/original Carrom board. The American Carrom was played in 1950s and 1970s in South California, using larger square board and with cue sticks and wooden rings. The Filipino Carrom is played in Philippines which is called ‘pool table’ or ‘Karombola’. The Australian Carrom is similar to the Indian Carrom which is know by the trade mark ‘Puckpool’ which is played using hands without cue sticks. However the Australian Carrom is played only with eight coins, black and white coins plus with a queen or crown puck. The International Carrom Federation (ICF) is the international governing body for the game of Carrom, which has delegates from Sri Lanka, Malaysia, India, Germany, Maldives and Switzerland. The ICF sets the Laws for the Carrom game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-6420743289668632795?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/6420743289668632795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=6420743289668632795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/6420743289668632795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/6420743289668632795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/introduction-to-game-of-carrom.html' title='Introduction to the Game of Carrom'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278153870027212947.post-6328291242722728403</id><published>2007-10-06T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:16:01.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check ur mobile is original or not</title><content type='html'>Dear All&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to know if your mobile is original or not ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press the following on your mobile *#06# and the-international mobile equipment identity number appears. Then check the 7th and 8th numbers:&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;IF the Seventh &amp;amp; Eighth digits are 02 or 20 this means your cell phone was assembled in Emirates which is very Bad quality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF the Seventh &amp;amp; Eighth digits are 08 or 80 this means your cell phone was manufactured in Germany which is fair quality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF the Seventh &amp;amp; Eighth digits are 01 or 10 this means your cell phone was manufactured in Finland which is very Good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278153870027212947-6328291242722728403?l=blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/6328291242722728403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278153870027212947&amp;postID=6328291242722728403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/6328291242722728403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7278153870027212947/posts/default/6328291242722728403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaze-mukilhasan.blogspot.com/2008/02/check-ur-mobile-is-original-or-not.html' title='Check ur mobile is original or not'/><author><name>mukilhasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692803743611986819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
