<?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-14894217</id><updated>2011-12-02T08:47:08.172-08:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='funy definitions'/><category term='interview'/><category term='children'/><category term='poem'/><category term='springboard'/><category term='Q n A'/><category term='bingo'/><category term='root-cause-story'/><category term='puzzle'/><category term='good thought'/><category term='heart'/><category term='traditional day'/><category term='obituary'/><title type='text'>Touching thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>thoughts that inspire life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-5551111348507774368</id><published>2011-06-22T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T05:33:38.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Reaction VS Response</title><content type='html'>Suddenly, a cockroach flew from somewhere and sat on a lady. I wondered if this was the cockroaches response to all the glory that was spoken about it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started screaming out of fear. With panic stricken face and trembling voice, she started jumping, with both her hands desperately trying to get rid of the cockroach. Her reaction was contagious, as everyone in her group got cranky to what was happening. The lady finally managed to push the cockroach to another lady in the group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it was the turn of the other lady in the group to continue the drama. The waiter rushed forward to their rescue. In the relay of throwing, the cockroach next fell upon the waiter. The waiter stood firm, composed himself and observed the behaviour of the cockroach on his shirt. When he was confident enough, he grabbed and threw it out with his fingers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sipping my coffee and watching the amusement, the antenna of my mind picked up a few thoughts and started wondering, was the cockroach responsible for their histrionic behaviour? If so, then why was the waiter not disturbed? He handled it near to perfection, without any chaos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not the cockroach, but the inability of the ladies to handle the disturbance caused by the cockroach that disturbed the ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised even in my case then, it is not the shouting of my father or my boss that disturbs me, but its my inability to handle the disturbances caused by their shouting that disturbs me. Its not the traffic jams on the road that disturbs me, but my inability to handle the disturbance caused by the traffic jam that disturbs me. More than the problem, its my reaction to the problem that hurts me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Take-Away : The women reacted, whereas the waiter responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should not react in life, we should always respond. Reactions are always instinctive whereas responses are always intellectual&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-5551111348507774368?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5551111348507774368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=5551111348507774368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/5551111348507774368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/5551111348507774368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/06/reaction-vs-response.html' title='Reaction VS Response'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-8221778564364063414</id><published>2011-05-02T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T05:01:06.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Never Quit</title><content type='html'>Never Quit... A small story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I decided to quit... I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality... I wanted to quit my life. I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God", I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you give me one good reason not to quit?" His answer surprised me... "Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes", I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did not quit on the bamboo. In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo&lt;br /&gt;seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. I would not quit. He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall. It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to me. "Did you know that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots?" "I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't compare yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How high should I rise?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As high as it can?" I questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the forest and came back with this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes we feel that we have certain weaknesses and we blame God, the circumstances and our self for it but we never know that our weakness can become our strength one day.._,___&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-8221778564364063414?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8221778564364063414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=8221778564364063414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/8221778564364063414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/8221778564364063414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/05/never-quit.html' title='Never Quit'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-166973963254240721</id><published>2009-12-28T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T04:43:30.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Developer and Tester</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BVsbx11wehY/Szin0UFE33I/AAAAAAAAFeY/8N0kk7vuqZg/s1600-h/Tester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BVsbx11wehY/Szin0UFE33I/AAAAAAAAFeY/8N0kk7vuqZg/s400/Tester.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420266668725428082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BVsbx11wehY/Szinz-Vy-SI/AAAAAAAAFeQ/aNvCf6GQigY/s1600-h/dev-tester.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BVsbx11wehY/Szinz-Vy-SI/AAAAAAAAFeQ/aNvCf6GQigY/s400/dev-tester.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420266662889978146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-166973963254240721?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/166973963254240721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=166973963254240721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/166973963254240721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/166973963254240721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/developer-and-tester.html' title='Developer and Tester'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BVsbx11wehY/Szin0UFE33I/AAAAAAAAFeY/8N0kk7vuqZg/s72-c/Tester.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-8807345704275282148</id><published>2009-12-18T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:30:49.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obituary'/><title type='text'>OBITUARY</title><content type='html'>Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has&lt;br /&gt; been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his&lt;br /&gt; birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape..&lt;br /&gt; He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:&lt;br /&gt; Knowing when to come in out of the rain; Why the early bird gets the&lt;br /&gt; worm; Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend&lt;br /&gt; more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children,&lt;br /&gt; are in charge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but&lt;br /&gt; overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy&lt;br /&gt; charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended&lt;br /&gt; from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for&lt;br /&gt; reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the&lt;br /&gt; job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly&lt;br /&gt; children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It declined even further when schools were required to get parental&lt;br /&gt; consent to administer sun lotion or an Aspirin to a student; but could&lt;br /&gt; not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an&lt;br /&gt; abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses;&lt;br /&gt; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a&lt;br /&gt; burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to&lt;br /&gt; realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in&lt;br /&gt; her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by&lt;br /&gt; his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son,&lt;br /&gt; Reason.&lt;br /&gt; He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers:&lt;br /&gt; I Know My Rights&lt;br /&gt; I Want It Now&lt;br /&gt; Someone Else Is To Blame&lt;br /&gt; I'm A Victim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Courtesy: An email from Sri Kothakota Srinivas Reddy garu, IPS. &lt;br /&gt;Email contained reference to R.Nataraj I.P.S Director Fire and Rescue Services,TN, Not sure if he is the author of this post or he simply forwarded to Mr.Reddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-8807345704275282148?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8807345704275282148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=8807345704275282148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/8807345704275282148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/8807345704275282148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/obituary.html' title='OBITUARY'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-6168771099127794800</id><published>2009-06-18T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:39:26.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='root-cause-story'/><title type='text'>Root Cause Analysis</title><content type='html'>An Interesting Customer Complaint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a real story that happened between the customer of General&lt;br /&gt;Motors and its customer-care executive. A complaint was received by&lt;br /&gt;the Pontiac Division of General Motors:  This is the second time I&lt;br /&gt;have written to you, and I don't blame you for  not answering me,&lt;br /&gt;because I sounded crazy, but it is a fact that we have a  tradition in&lt;br /&gt;our family of ice cream for dessert after dinner each night.  But the&lt;br /&gt;kind of ice cream varies, so every night, after we've eaten the whole&lt;br /&gt;family votes on which kind of ice cream we should have and I drive&lt;br /&gt;down to the store to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also a fact that I recently purchased a new Pontiac and since&lt;br /&gt;then my trips to the store have created a problem. You see, every time&lt;br /&gt;I buy a  vanilla ice cream, when I start back from the store my car&lt;br /&gt;won't start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get any other kind of ice cream, the car starts just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know I'm serious about this question, no matter how&lt;br /&gt;silly it sounds:  "What is there about a Pontiac that makes it not&lt;br /&gt;start when I get vanilla ice cream, and easy to start whenever I get&lt;br /&gt;any other kind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pontiac President was understandably skeptical about the letter,&lt;br /&gt;but sent an engineer to check it out anyway. The latter was surprised&lt;br /&gt;to be greeted by a successful, obviously well educated man in a fine&lt;br /&gt;neighborhood. He had arranged to meet the man just after dinnertime,&lt;br /&gt;so  the two hopped into the car and drove to the ice cream store. It&lt;br /&gt;was vanilla ice cream that night and, sure enough, after they came&lt;br /&gt;back to the  car, it wouldn't start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer returned for three more nights. The first night, they got&lt;br /&gt;chocolate. The car started. The second night, he got strawberry. The&lt;br /&gt;car started. The third night he ordered vanilla. The car failed to&lt;br /&gt;start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the engineer, being a logical man, refused to believe that this&lt;br /&gt;man's car was allergic to vanilla ice cream.  He arranged, therefore,&lt;br /&gt;to continue his visits for as long as it took to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;And towards this end he began to take notes, he jotted down all sorts&lt;br /&gt;of data: time of day, type of gas used, time to drive back  and forth&lt;br /&gt;etc. In a short time, he had a clue: the man took less time to buy&lt;br /&gt;vanilla than any other flavor. Why?  The answer was in the layout of&lt;br /&gt;the store. Vanilla, being the most popular flavor, was in a separate&lt;br /&gt;case at the front of the store for quick pickup.  All the other&lt;br /&gt;flavors were kept in the back of the store at a different counter&lt;br /&gt;where it took considerably longer to check out the flavor. Now,  the&lt;br /&gt;question for the engineer was, why the car wouldn't start when it took&lt;br /&gt;less time.  Once time became the problem and not the vanilla&lt;br /&gt;ice-cream, the engineer  quickly came up with the answer: "Vapor&lt;br /&gt;lock". It was happening every night; but the extra time taken to get&lt;br /&gt;the other flavors allowed the engine to cool down sufficiently to&lt;br /&gt;start.  When the man got vanilla, the engine was still to hot for the&lt;br /&gt;vapor lock to dissipate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Even crazy-looking problems are sometimes real and all&lt;br /&gt;problems seem to be simple only when we find the solution with a cool&lt;br /&gt;thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-6168771099127794800?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6168771099127794800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=6168771099127794800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/6168771099127794800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/6168771099127794800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/root-cause-analysis.html' title='Root Cause Analysis'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-5424918935924977588</id><published>2009-05-05T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:07:48.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LINDA's Bar</title><content type='html'>LINDA's Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda is the proprietor of a bar in Cork . In order to&lt;br /&gt;increase sales, she decides to allow her loyal customers - most of whom are&lt;br /&gt;unemployed alcoholics - to drink now but pay later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps track of the drinks consumed on a ledger (thereby granting the&lt;br /&gt;customers loans).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word gets around and as a result increasing numbers of customers flood into&lt;br /&gt;Linda's bar. Taking advantage of her customers' freedom from immediate&lt;br /&gt;payment constraints, Linda increases her prices for wine and beer, the&lt;br /&gt;most-consumed beverages. Her sales volume increases massively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young and dynamic customer service consultant at the local bank recognizes&lt;br /&gt;these customer debts as valuable future assets and increases Linda's borrowing&lt;br /&gt;limit. He sees no reason for undue concern since he has the debts of the&lt;br /&gt;alcoholics as collateral. At the bank's corporate headquarters, expert&lt;br /&gt;bankers transform these customer assets into DRINKBONDS, ALKBONDS and&lt;br /&gt;PUKEBONDS. These securities are then traded on markets worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one really understands what these abbreviations mean and how the securities&lt;br /&gt;are guaranteed. Nevertheless, as their prices continuously climb, the&lt;br /&gt;securities become top-selling items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, although the prices are still climbing, a risk manager (subsequently&lt;br /&gt;of course fired due to his negativity) of the bank decides that slowly the time&lt;br /&gt;has come to demand payment of the debts incurred by the drinkers at Linda's&lt;br /&gt;bar. However they cannot pay back the debts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda cannot fulfill her loan obligations and claims bankruptcy. DRINKBOND&lt;br /&gt;and ALKBOND drop in price by 95 %. PUKEBOND performs better, stabilizing in&lt;br /&gt;price after dropping by 80%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suppliers of Linda's bar, having granted her generous payment due dates and&lt;br /&gt;having invested in the securities are faced with a new situation. Her wine&lt;br /&gt;supplier claims bankruptcy, her beer supplier is taken over by a competitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bank is saved by the Government following dramatic round-the-clock&lt;br /&gt;consultations by leaders from the governing political parties (and vested&lt;br /&gt;interests). The funds required for this purpose are obtained by a tax levied on&lt;br /&gt;the non-drinkers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;courtesy : email from vivek, springboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-5424918935924977588?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5424918935924977588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=5424918935924977588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/5424918935924977588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/5424918935924977588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/lindas-bar.html' title='LINDA&apos;s Bar'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-6010373966548585777</id><published>2009-05-05T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T02:20:41.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>What is the right decision?</title><content type='html'>*Insight into Decision Making - Good One:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of children were playing near two railway tracks, one still in use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the other disused. Only one child played on the disused track, the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; rest on the operational track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVsbx11wehY/SgAEoigQ_GI/AAAAAAAAEsw/mw8dlW74JMM/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVsbx11wehY/SgAEoigQ_GI/AAAAAAAAEsw/mw8dlW74JMM/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332267053310082146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train is coming, and you are just beside the track interchange. You can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make the train change its course to the disused track and save most of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids. However, that would also mean the lone child playing by the disused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track would be sacrificed. Or would you rather let the train go its way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a pause to think what kind of decision we could make........&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;Scroll down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down further&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;Most people might choose to divert the course of the train, and sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only one child. You might think the same way, I guess. Exactly, to save most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the children at the expense of only one child was rational decision most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people would make, morally and emotionally. But, have you ever thought that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the child choosing to play on the disused track had in fact made the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decision to play at a safe place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, he had to be sacrificed because of his ignorant friends who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chose to play where the danger was. This kind of dilemma happens around us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday. In the office, community, in politics and especially in a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;democratic society, the minority is often sacrificed for the interest of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;majority, no matter how foolish or ignorant the majority are, and how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farsighted and knowledgeable the minority are. The child who chose not to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play with the rest on the operational track was sidelined. And in the case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was sacrificed, no one would shed a tear for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great critic Leo Velski Julian who told the story said he would not try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to change the course of the train because he believed that the kids playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the operational track should have known very well that track was still in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;use, and that they should have run away if they heard the train's sirens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the train was diverted, that lone child would definitely die because he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never thought the train could come over to that track! Moreover, that track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was not in use probably because it was not safe. If the train was diverted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the track, we could put the lives of all passengers on board at stake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in your attempt to save a few kids by sacrificing one child, you might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end up sacrificing hundreds of people to save these few kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are all aware that life is full of tough decisions that need to be&lt;br /&gt;javascript:void(0)&lt;br /&gt;  made, we may not realize that hasty decisions may not always be the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Remember that what's right isn't always popular... and what's popular isn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always right.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody makes mistakes; that's why they put erasers on pencils.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-6010373966548585777?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6010373966548585777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=6010373966548585777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/6010373966548585777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/6010373966548585777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-right-decision.html' title='What is the right decision?'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVsbx11wehY/SgAEoigQ_GI/AAAAAAAAEsw/mw8dlW74JMM/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-6312882470997615400</id><published>2009-01-08T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:23:28.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today I will delete from my diary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days: yesterday and tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was to learn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow will be the consequence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of what I can do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will face life &lt;br /&gt;with the conviction that this day &lt;br /&gt;will not ever return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last opportunity &lt;br /&gt;I have to live intensely, &lt;br /&gt;as no one can assure me&lt;br /&gt; that I will see tomorrow's sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will be brave enough &lt;br /&gt;not to let any opportunity pass me by,&lt;br /&gt;                my only alternative is to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will invest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my most valuable resource:my time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the most trascendental work:&lt;br /&gt;my life;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will spend each minute&lt;br /&gt; passionately to make &lt;br /&gt;of today a different&lt;br /&gt; and unique day in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Today I will defy every obstacule &lt;br /&gt;                     that appears on my way trusting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;   Today I will resist &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pesimism and will conquer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              the world with a smile,&lt;br /&gt;              with the positive attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                of expecting always the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Today I will make of every ordinary task &lt;br /&gt;a sublime expression,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;    Today I will have my feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understanding reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and the stars' gaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  to invent my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will take the time to be happy &lt;br /&gt;and will leave my footprints and my presence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the hearts of others.&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;Today,  I invite you to begin a new season &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where we can dream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that everything we undertake is possible &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we fulfil it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; with joy and dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{SMILE}   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Have a good day  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and a better one tomorrow!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;from my mailbox of 2004&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/14894217-6312882470997615400?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6312882470997615400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=6312882470997615400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/6312882470997615400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/6312882470997615400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-2027740998631599383</id><published>2008-12-31T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:19:42.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Behaviour Problems in Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;thead&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Behaviour problem   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td &gt; &lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Possible meaning &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td &gt; &lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Do not  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt; Do  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/thead&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt; Hurts  other children/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Troubled feelings, anger  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Punish or hurt him. Make him feel&lt;br /&gt;  ‘bad’, act angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Separate quietly the other&lt;br /&gt;  children. Divert his attention. Take away the hurting object, calmly and&lt;br /&gt;  firmly. Teach the child that there are some things we just do not do. Help&lt;br /&gt;  the children play happily together again. Prevent hutting episodes by helping&lt;br /&gt;  the child feel loved, by giving him other outlets for feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"'&gt;Destroys&lt;br /&gt;  things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif";&lt;br /&gt;  font-weight:normal'&gt;Feelings of helplessness, Jealousy, Boredom. Wanting&lt;br /&gt;  attention, Excitement, Exuberance, Curiosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Scold, yell, shout, tell him he is&lt;br /&gt;  bad. Preach at him. Punish, spank or hit him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Remove destroyable things from the&lt;br /&gt;  child’s reach. Provide hem a good place for play. Expect some wear and tear&lt;br /&gt;  from things. Substitute something else for what is being destroyed. Expand&lt;br /&gt;  the child’s world by taking him to different places, let him see and explore&lt;br /&gt;  new areas. Provide things to pound and mess, cut and tear. Teach him firmly&lt;br /&gt;  what he may and may not do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"'&gt;Uses&lt;br /&gt;  bad language &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=180 valign=top style='width:135.2pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:17.35pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif";&lt;br /&gt;  font-weight:normal'&gt;Trying something new. A joke, imitation, getting&lt;br /&gt;  attention. Letting off steam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=148 valign=top style='width:110.85pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:17.35pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Get excited. Feel embarrassed or&lt;br /&gt;  shocked. Scold or punish. Lecture at him. Over emphasize the bad language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=314 valign=top style='width:235.75pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:17.35pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Relax, understand what it means.&lt;br /&gt;  Tell him calmly to stop. Try rhyming some other word with it for fun or often&lt;br /&gt;  other simple substitutes. Give him healthy outlets for his feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=181 valign=top style='width:135.6pt;border:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  border-top:none;padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:17.35pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"'&gt;Does&lt;br /&gt;  not share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=180 valign=top style='width:135.2pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:17.35pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif";&lt;br /&gt;  font-weight:normal'&gt;Too young or too little. Need for experience in owning&lt;br /&gt;  and sharing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=148 valign=top style='width:110.85pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:17.35pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Snatch from him scold or hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;  Tell him do not like him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=314 valign=top style='width:235.75pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:17.35pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Helping to share and like it. Be&lt;br /&gt;  sure he has things that are all his, let him know what it means to own&lt;br /&gt;  things. Be a fair arbiter in his squabbles with other children. Love him,&lt;br /&gt;  help him to feel secure. Provide experiences as he is ready for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=181 valign=top style='width:135.6pt;border:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  border-top:none;padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:17.35pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"'&gt;Sucks&lt;br /&gt;  his thumb / fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=180 valign=top style='width:135.2pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:17.35pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif";&lt;br /&gt;  font-weight:normal'&gt;Need for sucking. Need for loving, cuddling, assurance&lt;br /&gt;  and comforting, fatigue. Hunger, dissatisfaction, boredom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=148 valign=top style='width:110.85pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:17.35pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Force or restrain. Punish or&lt;br /&gt;  scold. Coax threaten or bribe. Tie fingers or smear hem with bitter&lt;br /&gt;  medicine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=314 valign=top style='width:235.75pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:17.35pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Provide sucking satisfaction. Give&lt;br /&gt;  more satisfaction, love, attention and pleasure. Find out what he wants and&lt;br /&gt;  needs and provide them as best as you can. Relax and realize that thumb&lt;br /&gt;  sucking rarely lasts and is not serious. See it as a sign that the child is&lt;br /&gt;  unhappy or dissatisfied at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=181 valign=top style='width:135.6pt;border:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  border-top:none;padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:17.35pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"'&gt;Wets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=180 valign=top style='width:135.2pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:17.35pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif";&lt;br /&gt;  font-weight:normal'&gt;He is not ready for training yet. Too early to effort&lt;br /&gt;  train. Resistance or rebellion. Insecurity, fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=148 valign=top style='width:110.85pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:17.35pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Make an issue. Threaten, shame or&lt;br /&gt;  punish. Bribe or reward. Insist that he tells you when he should go to the&lt;br /&gt;  toilet. Tell him you do not love him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=314 valign=top style='width:235.75pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:17.35pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Accept it and the child as&lt;br /&gt;  gracefully as you can. Except some accidents. Give him affection freely. Let&lt;br /&gt;  him know you have confidence that he will do better some day. Help him become&lt;br /&gt;  independent in other ways and encourage him to grow up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr style='height:16.25pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=181 valign=top style='width:135.6pt;border:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  border-top:none;padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:16.25pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"'&gt;Demands&lt;br /&gt;  attention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=180 valign=top style='width:135.2pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:16.25pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif";&lt;br /&gt;  font-weight:normal'&gt;Feels let out, insecure, unloved. Boredom. Interest in&lt;br /&gt;  you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=148 valign=top style='width:110.85pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:16.25pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Scold or punish. Ignore or isolate&lt;br /&gt;  him. Ridicule him. Shame him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=314 valign=top style='width:235.75pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:16.25pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Give him a flair measure of attention.&lt;br /&gt;  Show interest in him as a person. Provide interesting things to do. Share&lt;br /&gt;  yourself with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr style='height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=181 valign=top style='width:135.6pt;border:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  border-top:none;padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"'&gt;Has&lt;br /&gt;  fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=180 valign=top style='width:135.2pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif";&lt;br /&gt;  font-weight:normal'&gt;Previous painful experiences. Strangeness. Need for his&lt;br /&gt;  parents close by. Feeling unloved or guilty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=148 valign=top style='width:110.85pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Force or reason the child out of&lt;br /&gt;  his fears. Shame, threaten or coerce. Make him do the feared thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=314 valign=top style='width:235.75pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Reassure and comfort him. Make the&lt;br /&gt;  feared place or situation a happy one. Teach him caution for real dangers and&lt;br /&gt;  hazards. Show him love and comfort. Encourage his efforts to be ‘big’. Help&lt;br /&gt;  him to help himself, avoid fearful experience, avoid fearful experiences or&lt;br /&gt;  prepare him for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr style='height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=181 valign=top style='width:135.6pt;border:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  border-top:none;padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"'&gt;Steals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=180 valign=top style='width:135.2pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif";&lt;br /&gt;  font-weight:normal'&gt;Ignorance of property rights. Unsatisfied needs and&lt;br /&gt;  hunger. Rebellion. Hostile feelings. Imitation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=148 valign=top style='width:110.85pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Make hem feel bad. Scold or shame.&lt;br /&gt;  Punish or reject. Cut off love. Take from him something to make up for the&lt;br /&gt;  theft. Humiliate him before others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=314 valign=top style='width:235.75pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Let him own things and get a sense&lt;br /&gt;  of mine and yours. Help him earn and get what he needs and wants. Be kind,&lt;br /&gt;  understanding and not too rigid. Provide creative outlets for his interests.&lt;br /&gt;  Help him make real friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr style='height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=181 valign=top style='width:135.6pt;border:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  border-top:none;padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"'&gt;Tells&lt;br /&gt;  lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=180 valign=top style='width:135.2pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif";&lt;br /&gt;  font-weight:normal'&gt;Fear of punishment, exaggeration, imagination, imitation,&lt;br /&gt;  attention seeking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=148 valign=top style='width:110.85pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Preach or prophesy. Punish or&lt;br /&gt;  shame or reject. Make him apologize. Get upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=314 valign=top style='width:235.75pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Relax and try to understand. Give&lt;br /&gt;  him attention for what he does and provide him with opportunities for&lt;br /&gt;  enriching his imagination. Help him discover the difference between fact and&lt;br /&gt;  fancy. Tell him the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr style='height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=181 valign=top style='width:135.6pt;border:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  border-top:none;padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"'&gt;Gets&lt;br /&gt;  out of bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=180 valign=top style='width:135.2pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif";&lt;br /&gt;  font-weight:normal'&gt;Curiosity, interest, not sleepy, attention seeking.&lt;br /&gt;  Uncomfortable. Examine what you expect from him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=148 valign=top style='width:110.85pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Scold or punish, threaten. Reward&lt;br /&gt;  or bribe. Put to bed as punishment. Tie or restrain him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=314 valign=top style='width:235.75pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Make going to bed a happy&lt;br /&gt;  experience. Read or sing or play with him, a little before leaving him in&lt;br /&gt;  bed. Avoid over-stimulating experience at bed time. See that his needs are&lt;br /&gt;  met before he goes to bed. Talk to him in bed with evidences of real&lt;br /&gt;  affection. Put him back kindly but firmly.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr style='height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=181 valign=top style='width:135.6pt;border:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  border-top:none;padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"'&gt;Refuses&lt;br /&gt;  to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=180 valign=top style='width:135.2pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif";&lt;br /&gt;  font-weight:normal'&gt;He is not hungry. Dislikes particular food. Feels unwell.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=148 valign=top style='width:110.85pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Force. Make a scene. Punish.&lt;br /&gt;  Reward. Threaten. Put on an act. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=314 valign=top style='width:235.75pt;border-top:none;border-left:&lt;br /&gt;  none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:solid windowtext 1.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;  padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;height:18.45pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2 style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&lt;br /&gt;  "Verdana","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'&gt;Be casual and calm. It will not&lt;br /&gt;  hurt him to miss a meal or two. Introduce new foods only a bit at a time and&lt;br /&gt;  along with favorite foods. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-2027740998631599383?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2027740998631599383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=2027740998631599383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/2027740998631599383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/2027740998631599383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/behaviour-problems-in-children.html' title='Behaviour Problems in Children'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-6648680526156644479</id><published>2008-12-24T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:59:27.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Xmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BVsbx11wehY/SVJqUvObyBI/AAAAAAAAD7I/bFXsCRcY1Ec/s1600-h/xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BVsbx11wehY/SVJqUvObyBI/AAAAAAAAD7I/bFXsCRcY1Ec/s400/xmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283402217365948434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-6648680526156644479?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6648680526156644479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=6648680526156644479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/6648680526156644479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/6648680526156644479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-xmas.html' title='Happy Xmas'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BVsbx11wehY/SVJqUvObyBI/AAAAAAAAD7I/bFXsCRcY1Ec/s72-c/xmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-3197318956157251507</id><published>2008-12-24T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:50:12.050-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Nice poem</title><content type='html'>Around the corner I have a  friend, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In this great city that has no end, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yet the days go by and  weeks rush on, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And before I know it, a year is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And I never see  my old friend face, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  For life is a swift and terrible race, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He knows I  like him just as well, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As in the days when I rang his bell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And he  rang mine but we were younger then, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And now we are busy, tired  men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tired of playing a foolish game, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tired of trying to make a  name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on ……. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Just to show that I'm  thinking of him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And distance  between us grows and grows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Around the corner, yet miles away, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Here's  a telegram sir," "….. died today." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And that's what we get and deserve in  the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Around the corner, a vanished friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Remember to always  say what you mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If you love someone, tell them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Don't be afraid to  express yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Because when you decide that it is the right time it might &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  be too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Seize the day. Never have regrets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And most  importantly, stay close to your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; for they have helped  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make you the person that you are today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-3197318956157251507?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3197318956157251507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=3197318956157251507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/3197318956157251507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Definitions</title><content type='html'>School:  A place where Papa pays and Son plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Insurance:  A contract that keeps you poor all your life so that&lt;br /&gt;you can die Rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse:  A person who wakes u up to give you sleeping pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage: It's an agreement in which a man loses his bachelor degree&lt;br /&gt;and a woman gains her masters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divorce: Future tense of Marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears: The hydraulic force by which masculine willpower is defeated by &lt;br /&gt;feminine waterpower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecture: An art of transferring information from the notes of  the&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer to the notes of the students without passing through "the minds of &lt;br /&gt;either"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference: The confusion of one man multiplied by the number present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compromise : The art of dividing a cake in such a way that  everybody&lt;br /&gt;believes he got the biggest piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary : A place where success comes before work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference Room : A place where everybody talks, nobody listens and &lt;br /&gt;everybody disagrees later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: A banker provided by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal: A guy no different from the rest....except that he got&lt;br /&gt;caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Someone who is early when you are late and late when you are&lt;br /&gt;early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politician : One who shakes your hand before elections and your&lt;br /&gt;Confidence after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : A person who kills your ills by pills, and kills you by bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic : Books, which people praise, but do not read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile: A curve that can set a lot of things straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office:  A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn: The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etc.: A sign to make others believe that you know more than you&lt;br /&gt;actually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Committee : Individuals who can do nothing individually and sit to&lt;br /&gt;decide that nothing can be done together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience : The name men give to their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atom Bomb: An invention to end all inventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosopher : A fool who torments himself during life, to be spoken of  when&lt;br /&gt;dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-6006901545459187864?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6006901545459187864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-5910701096234968480</id><published>2008-12-24T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:37:01.012-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Q n A'/><title type='text'>Funny Q n A</title><content type='html'>1. Did you take a bath?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why, is there one missing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Are you chewing gum?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm John Smith."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "I want to buy a dress to put on around the house."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Madam. How large is your house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "What are you going to be when you graduate?"&lt;br /&gt;"An old man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "I spent three years in college taking medicine."&lt;br /&gt;"Are you well now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Do you say a prayer before you eat?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, we don't have to. My mother is a good cook."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "I've got a surprise for you, honey. I brought a friend home for dinner."&lt;br /&gt;"Who wants to eat friends?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "We are having mother for dinner, darling."&lt;br /&gt;"Make sure she's well done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "I want some rat poison."&lt;br /&gt;"Should I wrap it up or do you want to eat it right here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "It seems that everything I say to you goes in one ear and out the other."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I guess that's why I've got two ears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. "May I hold your hand?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, thanks, It isn't heavy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. "Does water always come through the roof in this place?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, sir, only when it rains."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. "When will you straighten out the house, dear?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why? Is it tilted?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. "Do these stairs take you to the second floor?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, you'll have to walk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. "Now that you're married, you should have some insurance."&lt;br /&gt;"But why? My wife isn't dangerous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. "I have changed! my mind."&lt;br /&gt;"Thank heaven! Does it work better now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. "Would you like your coffee black?"&lt;br /&gt;"What other colors do you have?"&lt;br /&gt;______________________________ __________&lt;br /&gt;A Tooth Problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman and her husband interrupted their vacation to go to the dentist. "I want a tooth pulled, and I don't want any pain killers because I'm in a big hurry," the woman said. "Just extract the tooth as quickly as possible, and we'll be on our way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist was quite impressed. "You're certainly a courageous woman," he said. "Which tooth is it?" The woman turned to her husband and said, "Show him your tooth, dear."&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Importance of Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man can go two weeks without eating. But if he doesn't rest at all, he can only survive for one week. Sleeping provides us the time to rest our internal organs, eyes and brains. Poor sleep quality can cause internal damage to our internal organs and brains. &lt;br /&gt;Therefore, sleeping is very important to us. If you wish to have a long life and stay healthy, please take note of the advice below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 DON'TS when you are sleeping :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-DON'T SLEEP WITH WATCH :&lt;br /&gt;Watches can emit a certain level of radioactivity. Though small, but if you wear your watch to bed for a long time, it might have adverse effects on your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-DON'T SLEEP WITH PHONE :&lt;br /&gt;Putting the phone beside your bed or anywhere near you is not encouraged. Though some of us will use phones as alarm clocks, but please put the phone as far as possible. Scientists have proved that electrical items including mobile phone and television sets emit magnetic waves when used. These waves can cause disruptions to our nervous system. &lt;br /&gt;Therefore if you need to put your mobile phone near you, switch it off first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-DON'T SLEEP WITH MAKE UP :&lt;br /&gt;People who sleep with make up might have skin problems in the long run. Sleeping with make up will cause the skin to have difficulty in breathing and problem in perspiring. You will also need a much longer time to go into  deep sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-DON'T SLEEP WITH OTHERS' WIFE :&lt;br /&gt;You may never wake up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-5910701096234968480?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5910701096234968480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=5910701096234968480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/5910701096234968480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/5910701096234968480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/funny-q-n.html' title='Funny Q n A'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-9122623718384187544</id><published>2008-12-24T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:32:01.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puzzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview'/><title type='text'>Can you pass this test?</title><content type='html'>Below are the Interview Questions, which were asked in HR Round..... &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will GET second chance to impress.... &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very Impressive Questions and Answers..... ... &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question 1: You are driving along in your car on a wild, stormy night, it's raining heavily, when suddenly you pass by a bus stop, and you see three people waiting for a bus:  &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old lady who looks as if she is about to die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old friend who once saved your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect partner you have been dreaming about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing very well that there could only be one passenger in your car? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a moral/ethical dilemma that was once actually used as part of a job application. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus you should save her first; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life, and this would be the perfect chance to ! pay him back. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble coming up with his answer. Guess what was his answer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He simply answered: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I would give the car keys to my Old friend and let him take the lady to the hospital. I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the partner of my dreams." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn thought limitations. Never forget to "Think Outside of the Box." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question 2: What will you do if I run away with your sister?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The candidate who was selected answered " I will not get a better match for my sister than you sir" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question 3: Interviewer (to a student girl candidate) - What is one morning you woke up &amp; found that you were pregnant. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl - I will be very excited and take an off, to celebrate with my husband. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally an unmarried girl will be shocked to hear this, but she managed it well. Why I should think it in the wrong way, she said later when asked &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question 4: Interviewer: He ordered a cup of coffee for the candidate. Coffee arrived kept before the candidate, then he asked what is before you? &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Candidate: Instantly replied "Tea" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got selected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how and why did he say "TEA" when he knows very well that coffee was kept before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Answer: The question was "What is before you (U - alphabet) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply was "TEA" ( T - alphabet) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alphabet "T" was before Alphabet "U" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 5: Where Lord Rama would have celebrated his "First Diwali"? People will start thinking of Ayodya, Mitila [Janaki's place], Lanka etc... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the logic is, Diwali was a celebrated as a mark of Lord Krishna Killing Narakasura . In Dusavataar, Krishnavathaar comes after Raamavathaar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Lord Rama would not have celebrated the Diwali At all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question 6: The interviewer asked to the candidate "This is your last question of the interview. Please tell me the exact position of the center of this table where u have kept your files." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Candidate confidently put one of his finger at some point at the table and told that this was the central point at the table. Interviewer asked how did u get to know that this being the central point of this table, then he answers quickly that sir u r not likely to ask any more question, as it was the last question that u promised to ask..... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hence, he was selected as because of his quick-wittedness. ......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is What Interviewer expects from the Interviewee. ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-9122623718384187544?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9122623718384187544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=9122623718384187544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/9122623718384187544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/9122623718384187544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-you-pass-this-test.html' title='Can you pass this test?'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-5404851458394750348</id><published>2008-12-24T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:28:04.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditional day'/><title type='text'>Traditional day at Infosys</title><content type='html'>Here is a snapshot from the traditional day celebrations at Infosys mangalore campus. Discovered from my mail box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVsbx11wehY/SVJiaZwn4qI/AAAAAAAAD64/bwuCMuUmqb4/s1600-h/project+manager.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVsbx11wehY/SVJiaZwn4qI/AAAAAAAAD64/bwuCMuUmqb4/s400/project+manager.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283393518589960866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-5404851458394750348?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5404851458394750348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=5404851458394750348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/5404851458394750348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/5404851458394750348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/traditional-day-at-infosys.html' title='Traditional day at Infosys'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVsbx11wehY/SVJiaZwn4qI/AAAAAAAAD64/bwuCMuUmqb4/s72-c/project+manager.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-234768884121526821</id><published>2008-12-23T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T03:45:58.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bingo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='springboard'/><title type='text'>Bingo, Poker, Slot games</title><content type='html'>Get paid to play games. interesting isn't it. That is what i am doing right now. This wont be the case for you. If you want to loose some money, then go ahead and play the games I am playing now at &lt;a href="http://www.chitchatbingo.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.chitchatbingo.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt;. Yes it is fully developed and managed by my company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-234768884121526821?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/234768884121526821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=234768884121526821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/234768884121526821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/234768884121526821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/bingo-poker-slot-games.html' title='Bingo, Poker, Slot games'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-6446711435490916609</id><published>2008-12-18T09:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:37:30.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cute story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BVsbx11wehY/SUqKM3du-eI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/PRFSIK-EmmY/s1600-h/story.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BVsbx11wehY/SUqKM3du-eI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/PRFSIK-EmmY/s400/story.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281185466697054690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-6446711435490916609?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6446711435490916609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=6446711435490916609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/6446711435490916609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/6446711435490916609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/cute-story.html' title='A cute story'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BVsbx11wehY/SUqKM3du-eI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/PRFSIK-EmmY/s72-c/story.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-466583796433097192</id><published>2007-06-15T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:29:53.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of software egnineer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVsbx11wehY/RnODRe-7e4I/AAAAAAAACIQ/dTz_6uOi41o/s1600-h/se_life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVsbx11wehY/RnODRe-7e4I/AAAAAAAACIQ/dTz_6uOi41o/s400/se_life.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076545541374704514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-466583796433097192?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/466583796433097192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=466583796433097192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/466583796433097192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/466583796433097192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-of-software-egnineer.html' title='Life of software egnineer'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVsbx11wehY/RnODRe-7e4I/AAAAAAAACIQ/dTz_6uOi41o/s72-c/se_life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-8424743455061207638</id><published>2007-01-21T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T08:39:07.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayonnaise Jar and 2 cups of coffee....</title><content type='html'>When things in your life seem almost too much to handle,when 24 hours in&lt;br /&gt;a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar .. and the 2 cups of&lt;br /&gt;coffee... A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items&lt;br /&gt;in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very&lt;br /&gt;large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked the students if the jar was full.They agreed that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the&lt;br /&gt;jar.He shook the jar lightly.&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then&lt;br /&gt;asked the students again if the jar was full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They agreed it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it in&lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of&lt;br /&gt;course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar&lt;br /&gt;was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the&lt;br /&gt;table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the&lt;br /&gt;empty space between the sand. The students laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to&lt;br /&gt;recognize that this jar represents your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The golf balls are the important things -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;- Family&lt;br /&gt;- Your children&lt;br /&gt;- Your health&lt;br /&gt;- Your friends,&lt;br /&gt;- and your favorite passions -- things that if everything else was&lt;br /&gt;lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your&lt;br /&gt;house,&lt;br /&gt;and your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sand is everything else -- the small stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is&lt;br /&gt;no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small&lt;br /&gt;stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story writer: Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Play with your children.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to get medical checkups.&lt;br /&gt;Take your partner out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Play another 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee&lt;br /&gt;represented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that&lt;br /&gt;no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a cup of&lt;br /&gt;coffee with a friend."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-8424743455061207638?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8424743455061207638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=8424743455061207638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/8424743455061207638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/8424743455061207638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/mayonnaise-jar-and-2-cups-of-coffee.html' title='Mayonnaise Jar and 2 cups of coffee....'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-8130371372860878894</id><published>2007-01-19T23:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T23:23:14.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we friends or are we not?~*</title><content type='html'>Are we friends or are we not?~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~You told me once but i forgot~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~So tell me now and tell me true~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~so I can say I'm here for you~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~Of all the friends I've ever met~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~You are the one I won't forget~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~And if I die before you do~ *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~I'll go 2 heaven and wait 4 you~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~I'll give the angels back their wings~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~And risk the loss Of everything~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~Just to prove my friendship is true~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~To have a friend just like YOU!!!~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-8130371372860878894?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8130371372860878894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=8130371372860878894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/8130371372860878894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/8130371372860878894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/are-we-friends-or-are-we-not.html' title='Are we friends or are we not?~*'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-116770680639206398</id><published>2007-01-01T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T19:00:06.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Management Story</title><content type='html'>A very nice one....&lt;br /&gt;Story # 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fine sunny day in the forest and a lion is sitting&lt;br /&gt;outside his cave,&lt;br /&gt;lying in the sun. Along comes a fox, out on a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fox: "Do you know the time, because my watch is broken"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lion: "Oh, I can easily fix the watch for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fox: "Hmm... But it's a very complicated mechanism, and your&lt;br /&gt;big claws will&lt;br /&gt;only destroy it even more"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lion: "Oh no, give it to me, and it will be fixed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fox: "That's ridiculous! Any fool knows that lazy lions with&lt;br /&gt;great claws&lt;br /&gt;cannot fix complicated watches"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lion: "Sure they do, give it to me and it will be fixed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lion disappears into his cave, and after a while he&lt;br /&gt;comes back with the&lt;br /&gt;watch which is running perfectly. The fox is impressed, and&lt;br /&gt;the lion&lt;br /&gt;continues to lie lazily in the sun, looking very pleased&lt;br /&gt;with himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon a wolf comes along and stops to watch the lazy lion in&lt;br /&gt;the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf: "Can I come and watch TV tonight with you, because&lt;br /&gt;mine is broken"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lion: "Oh, I can easily fix your TV for you"&lt;br /&gt;Wolf: "You don't expect me to believe such rubbish, do you?&lt;br /&gt;There is no way&lt;br /&gt;that a lazy lion with big claws can fix a complicated TV"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lion: "No problem. Do you want to try it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lion goes into his cave, and after a while comes back&lt;br /&gt;with a perfectly&lt;br /&gt;fixed TV. The wolf goes away happily and amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the lion's cave. In one corner are half a dozen small&lt;br /&gt;and intelligent&lt;br /&gt;looking rabbits who are busily doing very complicated work&lt;br /&gt;with very&lt;br /&gt;detailed instruments. In the other corner lies a huge lion&lt;br /&gt;looking very&lt;br /&gt;pleased with himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY A MANAGER IS FAMOUS; LOOK AT THE&lt;br /&gt;WORK OF HIS&lt;br /&gt;SUBORDINATES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management Lesson&lt;br /&gt;In the context of the working world :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY SOMEONE UNDESERVED IS PROMOTED; LOOK&lt;br /&gt;AT THE WORK OF&lt;br /&gt;HIS SUBORDINATES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story # 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fine sunny day in the forest and a rabbit is sitting&lt;br /&gt;outside his&lt;br /&gt;burrow, tippy-tapping on his typewriter. Along comes a fox,&lt;br /&gt;out for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fox: "What are you working on?"&lt;br /&gt;Rabbit: "My thesis."&lt;br /&gt;Fox: "Hmm... What is it about?"&lt;br /&gt;Rabbit: "Oh, I'm writing about how rabbits eat foxes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fox: "That's ridiculous ! Any fool knows that rabbits don't&lt;br /&gt;eat foxes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbit: "Come with me and I'll show you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both disappear into the rabbit's burrow. After few&lt;br /&gt;minutes, gnawing on&lt;br /&gt;a fox bone, the rabbit returns to his typewriter and resumes&lt;br /&gt;typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon a wolf comes along and stops to watch the hardworking&lt;br /&gt;rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf: "What's that you are writing?"&lt;br /&gt;Rabbit: "I'm doing a thesis on how rabbits eat wolves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf: "you don't expect to get such rubbish published, do&lt;br /&gt;you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbit: "No problem. Do you want to see why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rabbit and the wolf go into the burrow and again the&lt;br /&gt;rabbit returns by&lt;br /&gt;himself, after a few minutes, and goes back to typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a bear comes along and asks, "What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbit: "I'm doing a thesis on how rabbits eat bears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear: "Well that's absurd ! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbit: "Come into my home and I'll show you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they enter the burrow, the rabbit introduces the bear to&lt;br /&gt;the lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW SILLY YOUR THESIS TOPIC IS; WHAT&lt;br /&gt;MATTERS IS WHOM YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAVE AS A SUPERVISOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management Lesson&lt;br /&gt;In the context of the working world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW BAD YOUR PERFORMANCE IS; WHAT MATTERS&lt;br /&gt;IS WHETHER YOUR&lt;br /&gt;BOSS LIKES YOU OR NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-116770680639206398?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116770680639206398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=116770680639206398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/116770680639206398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/116770680639206398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/management-story.html' title='Management Story'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-116539448326805427</id><published>2006-12-06T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:41:23.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY EMPLOYEES LEAVE ORGANISATIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHY EMPLOYEES LEAVE ORGANISATIONS ? &lt;em&gt;- Azim Premji, CEO- Wipro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every company faces the problem of people leaving the company for better&lt;br /&gt;pay or profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this year, Mark, a senior software designer, got an offer from a&lt;br /&gt;prestigious international firm to work in its India operations&lt;br /&gt;developing&lt;br /&gt;specialized software. He was thrilled by the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had heard a lot about the CEO. The salary was great. The company had&lt;br /&gt;all&lt;br /&gt;the right systems in place employee-friendly human resources (HR)&lt;br /&gt;policies,&lt;br /&gt;a spanking new office,and the very best technology,even a canteen that&lt;br /&gt;served superb food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice Mark was sent abroad for training. "My learning curve is the&lt;br /&gt;sharpest&lt;br /&gt;it's ever been," he said soon after he joined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, less than eight months after he joined, Mark walked out of&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did this talented employee leave ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arun quit for the same reason that drives many good people away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer lies in one of the largest studies undertaken by the Gallup&lt;br /&gt;Organization. The study surveyed over a million employees and 80,000&lt;br /&gt;managers and was published in a book called "First Break All The Rules".&lt;br /&gt;It&lt;br /&gt;came up with this surprising finding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're losing good people, look to their immediate boss .Immediate&lt;br /&gt;boss&lt;br /&gt;is the reason people stay and thrive in an organization. And he 's the&lt;br /&gt;reason why people leave. When people leave they take&lt;br /&gt;knowledge,experience&lt;br /&gt;and contacts with them, straight to the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People leave managers not companies," write the authors Marcus&lt;br /&gt;Buckingham&lt;br /&gt;and Curt Coffman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly manager drives people away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HR experts say that of all the abuses, employees find humiliation the&lt;br /&gt;most&lt;br /&gt;intolerable. The first time, an employee may not leave,but a thought has&lt;br /&gt;been planted. The second time, that thought gets strengthened. The third&lt;br /&gt;time, he looks for another job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people cannot retort openly in anger, they do so by passive&lt;br /&gt;aggression. By digging their heels in and slowing down. By doing only&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;they are told to do and no more. By omitting to give the boss crucial&lt;br /&gt;information. Dev says: "If you work for a jerk, you basically want to&lt;br /&gt;get&lt;br /&gt;him into trouble. You don 't have your heart and soul in the job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different managers can stress out employees in different ways - by being&lt;br /&gt;too controlling, too suspicious,too pushy, too critical, but they forget&lt;br /&gt;that workers are not fixed assets, they are free agents. When this goes&lt;br /&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;too long, an employee will quit - often over a trivial issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talented men leave. Dead wood doesn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-116539448326805427?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116539448326805427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=116539448326805427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/116539448326805427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/116539448326805427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-employees-leave-organisations.html' title='WHY EMPLOYEES LEAVE ORGANISATIONS'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-116083333459640152</id><published>2006-10-14T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T06:42:14.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POLICIES &amp; PROCEDURES</title><content type='html'>POLICIES AND PROCEDURES &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put eight monkeys in a room. In the middle of the room is a ladder, leading &lt;br /&gt;to a bunch of bananas hanging from a hook on the ceiling. Each time a monkey &lt;br /&gt;tries to climb the ladder, all the monkeys are sprayed with ice water, which &lt;br /&gt;makes them miserable. Soon enough, whenever a monkey attempts to climb the &lt;br /&gt;ladder, all of the other monkeys, not wanting to be sprayed, set upon him and &lt;br /&gt;beat him up. Soon, none of the eight monkeys ever attempts to climb the &lt;br /&gt;ladder. &lt;br /&gt;One of the original monkeys is then removed, and a new monkey is put in the &lt;br /&gt;room. Seeing the bananas and the ladder, he wonders why none of the other &lt;br /&gt;monkeys are doing the obvious, but, undaunted, he immediately begins to climb &lt;br /&gt;the ladder. All the other monkeys fall upon him and beat him silly. He has no &lt;br /&gt;idea why. However, he no longer attempts to climb the ladder. &lt;br /&gt;A second original monkey is removed and replaced. The newcomer again &lt;br /&gt;attempts to climb the ladder, but all the other monkeys hammer the crap out of him. &lt;br /&gt;This includes the previous new monkey, who, grateful that he's not on the &lt;br /&gt;receiving end this time, participates in the beating because all the other &lt;br /&gt;monkeys are doing it. However, he has no idea why he's attacking the new monkey. &lt;br /&gt;One by one, all the original monkeys are replaced. &lt;br /&gt;Eight new monkeys are now in the room. None of them have ever been sprayed &lt;br /&gt;by ice water. None of them attempt to climb the ladder. All of them will &lt;br /&gt;enthusiastically beat up any new monkey who tries, without having any idea why. &lt;br /&gt;AND THAT'S HOW VERY MANY COMPANY POLICIES &amp; PROCEDURES GET ESTABLISHED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-116083333459640152?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116083333459640152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=116083333459640152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/116083333459640152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/116083333459640152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/policies-procedures.html' title='POLICIES &amp; PROCEDURES'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-116083309349897032</id><published>2006-10-14T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T06:38:13.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting one</title><content type='html'>A soldier stationed in Afghanistan recently received a letter from his&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend back home. It read as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ricky,&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer continue our relationship. The distance between us is&lt;br /&gt;just too great. I'm sorry. Please return the picture of me that I sent to &lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Becky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldier, with hurt feelings, asked his fellow soldiers for any &lt;br /&gt;snapshots they could spare of their girlfriends, sisters or ex-girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the picture of Becky, Ricky included all the other pictures &lt;br /&gt;of the pretty gals he had collected from his buddies. There were 57 photos &lt;br /&gt;in that envelope along with this note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Becky,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry, but I can't quite remember who the hell you are.&lt;br /&gt;Please take your picture from the pile, and send the rest back to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Ricky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: If you can't change your fate, change your attitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-116083309349897032?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116083309349897032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=116083309349897032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/116083309349897032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/116083309349897032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/interesting-one.html' title='interesting one'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-116012599189370629</id><published>2006-10-06T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T02:13:11.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor</title><content type='html'>A mechanic was removing the cylinder heads from the motor of a car when he spotted the famous heart surgeon in his shop, who was standing off to the side, waiting for the service manager to come to take a look at his car. The mechanic shouted across the garage, "Hello Doctor! Please come over here for a minute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous surgeon, a bit surprised, walked over to the mechanic. The mechanic straightened up, wiped his hands on a rag and asked argumentatively, "So doctor, look at this. I also open hearts, take valves out, grind 'em, put in new parts, and when I finish this will work as a new one. So how come you get the big money, when you and me are   doing basically the same work? " The doctor leaned over and whispered to the mechanic ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What do you think he said ?? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess ......&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;He said: "Try to do it when the engine is running"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-116012599189370629?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116012599189370629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=116012599189370629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/116012599189370629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/116012599189370629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/doctor.html' title='Doctor'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-115918489735805848</id><published>2006-09-25T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T04:48:17.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life cycle</title><content type='html'>This is the story of a young bright man&lt;br /&gt;Who was a qualified engineer&lt;br /&gt;Who wanted to rise to the top of his clan&lt;br /&gt;And have a scintillating career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He graduated from a premier t-school&lt;br /&gt;With good if not the best grades&lt;br /&gt;And like the rest of us, landed in the IT cesspool&lt;br /&gt;Earned lotsa money, drove a fancy bike and wore Ray Ban shades&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first year into his employment,&lt;br /&gt;He learnt a lot, he worked hard and smart&lt;br /&gt;His life was filled with work and enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;He hoped it would all pay off, this was just a start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VB, VC, C++ and java,&lt;br /&gt;Unix, Sun, Linux and windows&lt;br /&gt;His tech skills were red hot like lava&lt;br /&gt;Little did he know that these were to be his biggest foes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things became a little monotonous, in the next year or two&lt;br /&gt;There wasnt much to draw him to office on a monday morning&lt;br /&gt;To advance his career, he tried everything he could do&lt;br /&gt;But each time he was bypassed without prior notice or warning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldnt figure out what he did wrong&lt;br /&gt;He wondered where he was going astray&lt;br /&gt;Until one day, a bell in his mind went ding dong&lt;br /&gt;And he realized "I need an MBA!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he studied for every management test&lt;br /&gt;JMET, GMAT, XAT and CAT&lt;br /&gt;For his job he lost all zest&lt;br /&gt;He used to disappear from office at the drop of a hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright as he was, he cracked every exam&lt;br /&gt;And chose to go to the country's best b-school&lt;br /&gt;His manager tried to retain him, he didnt give a damn&lt;br /&gt;And to the annals of history was added the tale of another misguided fool&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At b-school, the course-work hit him like a ton of bricks&lt;br /&gt;He barely had time to eat and never enough sleep&lt;br /&gt;Constantly toiling from eight to six&lt;br /&gt;He felt like a bollywood villian, tied to the back of a speeding jeep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuff he studied, all seemed like simple common sense&lt;br /&gt;But it was made out to be the cleverest thing around&lt;br /&gt;It was embellished and polished with masterful pretense&lt;br /&gt;Redundant with banalities, jargon abound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thro two agonizing years he struggled&lt;br /&gt;Barely managing to maintain a respectable GPA&lt;br /&gt;But one question always had him puzzled&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell was he doing all this anyway ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come placement season, there is tension in the air&lt;br /&gt;There's fierce competition for every job on offer&lt;br /&gt;Nobody takes chances, they all apply everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in their best suits, clean shaven, prim and proper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt get a job on day zero or one&lt;br /&gt;He apparently doesnt have what it takes&lt;br /&gt;He gets a job on day two to the amazement of no one&lt;br /&gt;The package is peanuts compared to what an i-banker makes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bright engineer following age-old tradition&lt;br /&gt;Another reluctant manager, who does what he does because he must&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the dark road to management perdition&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks to Venkata Krishna Mohan Pilla of Infosys &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-115918489735805848?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115918489735805848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=115918489735805848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/115918489735805848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/115918489735805848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-cycle.html' title='Life cycle'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-115313327974823141</id><published>2006-07-17T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T03:47:59.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice one</title><content type='html'>It was raining heavily outside. Dark clouds gathered in the sky and nature was in its ominous best. I took a break from my work and went to the pantry to grab a cup of coffee. I had a sip and went near the window to see the rain pouring down heavily outside the glass structure. I was inside our huge office building, unruffled by even the fierceness of the nature. Through the heavy transparent glass, I could see a small girl trying to hold on to her umbrella which the wind was snatching away from her. I felt sorry for the girl, and was happy that I was not in a similar pathetic situation. Yes. I take pride for the fact that I am a software engineer. . I have everything which a common man would envy; money, status, respect, you name it I have it. I always wanted to be software professional and here I am, working for one of the best firms in the world. But then, am I really happy? Now, I could see an imprint of my palm on the other glass window, through which I reminisced my past, basked in the warmth of the sun shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            My childhood was so much of fun. I vividly remember those rainy days, when I hugged my mother tightly during sleeping listening to all the stories told by her. Now, I have a big house here, but then it is just a house, not a home. My parents are pretty far away from me now. I have a cell phone to talk to them everyday, but then I really miss those dinners which I had with my family everyday. I could easily afford to taste all the   different cuisines these days, but the best of food there, lack the love and affection which is present in the food prepared by my mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I threw a lavish party for my colleagues for my birthday, but then they would never replace the birthdays when my friends secretly brought a cake and at the end, half of the cake would have ended up on my face. The couple of hundred bucks that u save for a long period just to give a treat to your friends in the road side chat shop can never give the pleasure even after spending a few thousand bucks these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The scene of me crying and refusing to have dinner on the day when I fought with my best friend came to my mind. Today, she has gone far away from me, taking away my love and with it my life, but I am sitting and coding here with a false smile on my face. Everyday I meet new people, but then I long ceased to make a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            It's true that I have a lot of things now. I have a nice bed, but no time to sleep. Lots of money, but no friends to spend it with. The latest designer clothes, but a worn out body. Quite a few to flirt, but no one to love. Awards for technical excellence, but no reward for the crave for peaceful ambience. A confident demeanor, but a reluctant and apathetic mind. Full of rain, but no sunshine even in the farthest distance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Now, I could see the small girl on the road enjoying in the rain with her umbrella firmly in her grip. She might not have all the comforts which I have, but then she has the innocence and fun which I lost a long time back. I have decided to come out of this false fantasy, even if it is at the expense of losing the tap of the software engineer. I am going to again enjoy my life. I am going to go out in the rain and play with the small kid now. I removed my tie, and went near my computer to shut it down. Just then, I saw a new mail alert in my mail box. I slowly opened outlook and I found a message from my manager with an attachment saying that there was a critical defect in the code and I have to fix it soon. I convinced myself that I am not going to get bogged down again by these pressures and stick to my decision. I ignored the mail and went to the rest room. After a couple of minutes, the software engineer in me came out, his shirt tucked in with the perfect tie knot, sat before the computer, and started typing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XYZ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking into the defect and will send the patch files before EOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-115313327974823141?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115313327974823141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=115313327974823141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/115313327974823141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/115313327974823141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/nice-one.html' title='Nice one'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114439318004188735</id><published>2006-04-06T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T23:59:40.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Rama Navami</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/rama_navami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/rama_navami.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114439318004188735?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114439318004188735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114439318004188735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114439318004188735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114439318004188735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-rama-navami.html' title='Happy Rama Navami'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114414624031257627</id><published>2006-04-04T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T03:24:00.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday, April 5, 2006, at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 AM in the morning, the time and date will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:02:03 04/05/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will never happen again in your life time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114414624031257627?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114414624031257627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114414624031257627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114414624031257627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114414624031257627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/time.html' title='TIME'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114373388940805437</id><published>2006-03-30T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T07:51:32.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugadi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/ugadi6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/ugadi1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/ugadi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/ugadi3.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/ugadi4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/ugadi4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114373388940805437?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114373388940805437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114373388940805437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114373388940805437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114373388940805437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/ugadi.html' title='ugadi'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114352701329589634</id><published>2006-03-27T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:23:33.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 minutes</title><content type='html'>You have 6 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some mighty fine advice in these words, even if you're not superstitious. This   has been sent To you for good luck from the Anthony Robbins organization. It has been sent around the world ten times so Far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not keep this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; must leave your hands in 6 MINUTES. Otherwise you will get a very unpleasant surprise. This is true, even if you are not superstitious, agnostic, or otherwise faith impaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR. When you say, "I love you," mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dream. People who don't have dreams don't have much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN.. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and responsibility for all your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY-ONE. Spend some time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's the FUN part!&lt;br /&gt;Send this to at least 5 people and your life will improve. 1-4 people: Your life will improve slightly.&lt;br /&gt;5-9 people: Your life will improve to your liking.&lt;br /&gt;9-14 people: You will have at least 5 surprises in the next 3 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 and above: Your life will improve drastically and everything you ever dreamed of will begin to take shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114352701329589634?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114352701329589634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114352701329589634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114352701329589634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114352701329589634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/6-minutes.html' title='6 minutes'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114347298121473012</id><published>2006-03-27T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T07:23:01.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter from GOD</title><content type='html'>o My&lt;br /&gt;              Beloved........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              As you got up this morning,&lt;br /&gt;              I watched you, and hoped&lt;br /&gt;              you would talk to me, even if it&lt;br /&gt;              was just a few words, asking&lt;br /&gt;              my opinion or thanking me&lt;br /&gt;              for something good that&lt;br /&gt;              happened in your life yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;              But I noticed you were too&lt;br /&gt;              busy, trying to find the&lt;br /&gt;              right outfit to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              When you ran around the house&lt;br /&gt;              getting ready, I knew there&lt;br /&gt;              would be a few minutes for&lt;br /&gt;              you to stop and say hello,&lt;br /&gt;              but you were to busy.&lt;br /&gt;              At one point you had to&lt;br /&gt;              wait fifteen minutes with&lt;br /&gt;              nothing to do except&lt;br /&gt;              sit in a chair.&lt;br /&gt;              Then I saw you spring to&lt;br /&gt;              your feet. I thought you&lt;br /&gt;              wanted to talk to me but&lt;br /&gt;              you ran to the phone and&lt;br /&gt;              called a friend to get&lt;br /&gt;              the latest gossip, instead.&lt;br /&gt;              I watched patiently all day long.&lt;br /&gt;              With all our activities I guess&lt;br /&gt;              you were too busy&lt;br /&gt;              to say anything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I noticed that before lunch&lt;br /&gt;              you looked around, maybe&lt;br /&gt;              you felt embarrassed to&lt;br /&gt;              talk to me,that is why&lt;br /&gt;              you didn't bow your head.&lt;br /&gt;              You glanced three or four&lt;br /&gt;              tables over and you noticed&lt;br /&gt;              some of your friends talking&lt;br /&gt;              to me briefly before they ate,&lt;br /&gt;              but you didn't. That's okay.&lt;br /&gt;              There is still more time left,&lt;br /&gt;              and I hope that you will talk to me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              You went home and it seems&lt;br /&gt;              as if you had lots of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              After a few of them were done,&lt;br /&gt;              you turned on the TV.&lt;br /&gt;              I don't know if you like TV or not,&lt;br /&gt;              just about anything goes there&lt;br /&gt;              and you spend a lot of time&lt;br /&gt;              each day in front of it not&lt;br /&gt;              thinking about anything, just&lt;br /&gt;              enjoying the show. I waited&lt;br /&gt;              patiently again as you watched&lt;br /&gt;              the TV and ate your meal, but&lt;br /&gt;              again you didn't talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Bedtime I guess you felt too tired.&lt;br /&gt;              After you said "goodnight" to your&lt;br /&gt;              family you plopped into bed and&lt;br /&gt;              fell asleep in no time.&lt;br /&gt;              That's okay because you&lt;br /&gt;              may not realize that&lt;br /&gt;              I am always there for you.....&lt;br /&gt;              I've got patience, more than&lt;br /&gt;              you will ever know. I even&lt;br /&gt;              want to teach you how to&lt;br /&gt;              be patient with others as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I love you so much that&lt;br /&gt;              I wait everyday for a nod,&lt;br /&gt;              prayer or thought, or a thankful&lt;br /&gt;              part of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;              It is hard to have a one-sided conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Well, you are getting up once again. Once again I will wait, with&lt;br /&gt;              nothing but love for you. Hoping that today you will give me some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;              Yours&lt;br /&gt;              GOD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114347298121473012?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114347298121473012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114347298121473012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114347298121473012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114347298121473012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/letter-from-god.html' title='Letter from GOD'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114345239566852554</id><published>2006-03-27T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T01:39:55.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sardarji jokes</title><content type='html'>Teacher to Sardar " Where were U born?&lt;br /&gt; Sardar : In Tiruvanantapuram.&lt;br /&gt; Teacher : Spell it?&lt;br /&gt; Sardar : (after thinking) I think I was born in GOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ================================================================ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Santa : People consider me as a "GOD"&lt;br /&gt; Banta : How do you know??&lt;br /&gt; Santa : When I went to the Park today, everybody said, Oh GOD ! U have&lt;br /&gt; came again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ================================================================ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sardar complained 2 Police: Sir all items are missing, except the TV in my house.&lt;br /&gt; Police : How the theif did not take TV???&lt;br /&gt; Sardar : I was watching TV na....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ================================================================ &lt;br /&gt; Thought for the Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you call your mother as MUM.. What will you call Mother's younger sis and elder sis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Answer : MINIMUM &amp; MAXIMUM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ================================================================ &lt;br /&gt; Tihar Jail ordered 999 Shirts and 1000 Pants for its inmates.&lt;br /&gt; Tell why this odd combination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Answer : Bcos SALMAN KHAN is coming and He hardly wear SHIRTs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ================================================================ &lt;br /&gt; Do you know the similarity between "Dinasaurs" &amp; "Decent Girls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Answer: Both dont exist on earth !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ================================================================ &lt;br /&gt; When do you congratulate someone for their Mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Answer : On their Wedding !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ================================================================&lt;br /&gt; Whats the height of Intelligence? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Answer : A 99 year old Sardar going for HUTCH ka naya lifetime scheme&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardarji standing below a tube light with a open mouth.........WHY?  &lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;br /&gt;his doctor advised him "Today's dinner should be light". &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sardar and his family went for a party. He introduces himself - I'm  &lt;br /&gt;sardar,she sardarnee, the boy my kid &amp; the girl my kidney.... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One sardarji Professor asked a plumber to come to his college.  U know  &lt;br /&gt;why? &lt;br /&gt;Because he wanted to check where the question paper is leaking...  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa! Your daughter has died! Depressed, Sardar jumps from 100th  &lt;br /&gt;floor. &lt;br /&gt;At 50th floor he remembers I don't have a daughter! &lt;br /&gt;At 25th floor:  I'm unmarried! At 10th floor:  I'm Banta not Santa  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On a romantic date Sardar's girl friend asks him "Darling on our &lt;br /&gt;engangement will you give me a ring? &lt;br /&gt;He said "Ya, sure what's your phone number? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A street dog was chasing sardar and the Sardar was laughing.  &lt;br /&gt;A bystander:  why are u laughing? &lt;br /&gt;Sardar:  I have an Aitel phone but still Hutch network is  &lt;br /&gt;following &lt;br /&gt;me.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Teacher told all students in a class to write an essay on a cricket  &lt;br /&gt;match.  &lt;br /&gt;All were busy writing except one Sardarji. He wrote "DUE TO RAIN, NO &lt;br /&gt;MATCH!" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Postman:-  I have to come 5 miles to deliver you this packet. &lt;br /&gt;Sardar:-  why did u come so far? Instead u could have posted it....  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What does a sardar do after taking a xerox? &lt;br /&gt;He will compare  it with the original for any spelling mistakes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sardar proposed a girl......Girl said:  'I'm 1 yr elder to you'.   &lt;br /&gt;Sardar said:  'Oye, no problem Soniye, I'll marry you next year  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sardar at an Art Gallery:  I suppose this horrible looking thing is  &lt;br /&gt;what you call modern art ? &lt;br /&gt;Art dealer: I beg your pardon sir, thats a mirror! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sardar visits Chinese friend dying in hospital. Man says  "Chin Yu Yan" and dies. Sardar goes to China to find meaning of friends last words.  It is "you're standing on the oxygen tube!!"  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A sardar was very fond of sensational and detective novels, but he  &lt;br /&gt;always started reading from the middle. A friend of his asked why he did so?  &lt;br /&gt;"It'z doubly interesting", said the Sardar. "to start from the middle keeps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114345239566852554?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114345239566852554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114345239566852554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114345239566852554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114345239566852554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/sardarji-jokes.html' title='sardarji jokes'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114345228157816572</id><published>2006-03-27T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T01:38:01.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>look inside</title><content type='html'>We all have three eyes. Two for looking out and one for looking in. Why&lt;br /&gt;would we want to look in when everything is happening 'out there'? Because&lt;br /&gt;the treasure we seek is inside, not outside. What is treasure? Beauty,&lt;br /&gt;truth, peace, happiness. You already have what you seek. You already are&lt;br /&gt;stunningly beautiful. You are already peaceful and loving. How come you&lt;br /&gt;don't know this? Simple, you never look inwards, beyond superficial memories&lt;br /&gt;or recent experiences, so you never see your own riches. Take a moment to&lt;br /&gt;stop, look in and see. Don't rush. Don't search. Just look. And be aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Give peace to your love inside, u'll be great till&lt;br /&gt;end..*!*.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114345228157816572?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114345228157816572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114345228157816572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114345228157816572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114345228157816572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/look-inside.html' title='look inside'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114345216225622451</id><published>2006-03-27T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T01:36:02.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog's life</title><content type='html'>A butcher watching over his shop is really surprised when he sees a dog coming inside the shop. He shoos him away. But later, the dog is back again. So, he goes over to the dog and notices it has a note in its mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes the note and it reads "Can I have 12 sausages and a leg of lamb, please? The dog has money in its mouth, as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butcher looks inside and, lo and behold, there is a ten dollar note there. So he takes the money and puts the sausages and lamb in a bag, placing it in the dog's mouth. The butcher is so impressed, and since it's about closing time, he decides to shut the shop and follow the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off he goes. The dog is walking down the street, when it comes to a level crossing; the dog puts down the bag, jumps up and presses the button. Then it waits patiently, bag in mouth, for the lights to turn. They do, and it walks across the road, with the butcher following him all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog then comes to a bus stop, and starts looking at the timetable. The butcher is in awe as the dog stops a bus by pulling its left leg up and gets in it. The butcher follows the dog into the bus. The dog then shows a ticket which is tied to its belt to the bus conductor. The butcher is nearly fainting at this sight, so are the other passengers in the bus. The dog then sits near the driver's seat looking outside. As soon as the stop is in sight, the dog stands and wags its tail to inform the conductor. Then, without waiting for the bus to stop completely, it jumps out of the bus and runs to a house very close to the stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It opens the big Iron Gate and rushes inside towards the door. As it approaches the wooden door, the dog suddenly changes its mind and heads towards the garden. It goes to the window, and beats its head against it several times, walks back, jumps off, and waits at the door. The butcher watches as a big guy opens the door, and starts abusing the dog, kicking him and punching him, and swearing at him. The butcher surprised with this, runs up, and stops the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What in heaven's name are you doing? The dog is a genius. He could be on TV, for the life of me! "To which the guy responds: "You call this clever? This is the second time this week that this stupid dog's forgotten his key."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story.....&lt;br /&gt;You may continue to exceed onlookers expectations but shall always fall short of the boss' expectations.&lt;br /&gt;It's a dog's life after all.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114345216225622451?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114345216225622451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114345216225622451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114345216225622451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114345216225622451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/dogs-life.html' title='Dog&apos;s life'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114345207905396903</id><published>2006-03-27T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T01:34:39.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10 Steps To Better Decision Making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering The Possibilities&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Making a difficult choice can seem harrowing when you feel you're working alone. Involve others in your decision making by asking for criticism and seeking advice from those who can approach the choice from a fresh perspective. Listen to opinions that fall on both sides of the topic at hand. You may also want to consult an expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn from your mistakes as well as your triumphs. Examine decisions you have made in the past as they will teach you more than you will learn from most other sources. Though some decisions will not seem important, all decisions shape our lives and should be regarded as educational. Apply that knowledge to your current dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A good decision acted upon in a timely matter is always better than a great one acted upon too late. It is important to recognize that you will never know enough to make the perfect decision. Don't become paralyzed by your need to foresee all possible outcomes to every possible choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Involve your head and your heart. Ask both practical questions and personal questions about the problem at hand. Considering the facts as well as your feelings (and the feelings of others) when examining your options will ensure that you make a balanced decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Before anything else, focus on the most basic, necessary results. Often, a decision maker will get bogged down thinking about the non-essential elements of a decision. Avoid considering extraneous factors and far-fetched perfect outcomes. Ask yourself, "What needs to be done?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Consider the entire range of possibilities, no matter how unlikely. When faced with a complex decision, brainstorm by yourself or with others to find as many of the vital elements as possible. Evaluate those elements as they relate to the choice you must make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It was a wise person who noted that, "you can't please all of the people all of the time." Almost all decisions will involve some dissatisfaction or conflict. Some decisions may even create new problems. Once you have made a decision, stand by it. Keep in mind that you have used your best judgment and it was the best choice at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't waste time on poor choices. Reject poor choices, even if you've begun to implement them, and stop doing the things that aren't working, so you can focus on the solutions that have strong potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Consult with the people who will be directly affected by your decision. People appreciate being heard and enjoy when their opinions are seen as valuable. Even making a simple choice can have a profound impact on those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. It is easy to dismiss your intuition, but in doing so, you may be disregarding valuable insight and even solutions. Ask yourself what choices you would make if you weren't afraid and then see what your subconscious offers as an answer. Try to ignore the fear of error when consulting your "gut."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114345207905396903?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114345207905396903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114345207905396903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114345207905396903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114345207905396903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/decision-making.html' title='Decision Making'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114345203857329423</id><published>2006-03-27T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T01:33:58.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spirituality in the workplace</title><content type='html'>7 ways to spirituality in the workplace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a spiritual being, even at work! Use your intuitive awareness and natural empathy and kindness in the workplace and you will be amazed by the way that others respond. Show them that their contribution is important...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirituality is not something we should practice only when it suits us according to time and place.It should be cherished and cultivated wherever we go. And since we spend most of our time in the workplace, it is imperative that we take our spiritual values with us even where we work. These values are creativity, communication, respect, vision, partnership, energy and flexibility. All these seven are related, and all are important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By spirituality, we mean expressing more humanity; it has no religious component or preference. This interpretation is important since each person has their own beliefs, which should be respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be creative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creativity includes the use of color, laughter and freedom to enhance productivity. Creativity is fun. When people enjoy what they do, they work much harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creativity includes conscious efforts to see things differently, to break out of habits and outdated beliefs to find new ways of thinking, doing and being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppression of creativity leads to violence - people are naturally creative. When they are forced to crush their creativity, its energy force turns to destructive release - their inherent humanity must express itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Communicate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication, communication, communication! This is the vehicle that allows people to work together. In our society, our learning process is based on learning to communicate with teachers and parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we come to the real world, this social conditioning leads us to resort to subterfuge - trying to figure out how to beat the system,gain extra favours, say the “popular” thing or to keep our views to ourselves rather than “rock the boat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should change this mindset and express what we feel about without fear and let others know where we stand. It doesn’t matter your views should match your superiors. Your peers will respect you as a man with principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Respect your colleagues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect of self and of others includes: respect for the environment; other people’s personal privacy, their physical space and belongings; different viewpoints, philosophies, religion, gender, lifestyle, ethnic origin, physical ability, beliefs and personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we learn to respect our peers, we accept their differences. We can learn to use those differences for our mutual benefit. For example, the person who can sit all day in front of a computer and be productive can help the person who works best by talking and moving around. Both functions are important. Rather than criticising the other for being different, we can learn how different people see the world. Lack of respect and acceptance lead to conflict and hostility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have a vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vision means seeing beyond the obvious - seeing the unseen. It is a trait used to describe leaders and entrepreneurs. Where does vision come from? For some people, it is an inborn trait. They have always seen things that others cannot see. And, having seen the vision, they head straight for it ! They follow their vision in spite of obstacles or non-believers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn to be a partner&lt;br /&gt;Partnership encompasses individual responsibility and trust that other people will perform according to their commitments for the good of the team and partners. Partnership accepts that different people have different viewpoints and beliefs; those differences are used as positive aspects for broadening the team experience.&lt;br /&gt;Partnership encourages the female and male aspects of ourselves to work together, without either one over-ruling or dominating the other. Lack of partnership leads to isolation and unhealthy competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Be energetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very positive energy forces are released when people feel creative, have the freedom to express their opinions, and feel respect from their management and their peers. The opposite energy force creates hostile workplace situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your contribution to the collective positive energy is using your own creativity, communicating well, having respect for others, adapting to changing situations, working well with others and enjoying what you do. Your contribution to the collective negative energy is withholding your talents, communicating without respect, fighting and arguing with others, resisting changes, creating tension with others and hating what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Be flexible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flexibility includes the ability to adapt to changing situations and allowing one’s own beliefs and habits to change as needed. Learning to see trends and prepare for them is one way of learning flexibility. Another is to learn about ourselves, our own strengths and our weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, work to operate from our strength, allowing others to help us with our weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;BUILDING SPIRITUALITY IN THE WORKPLACE&lt;br /&gt;Verbally recognize the value of individuals in all you do&lt;br /&gt;• Get to know the people with whom you work and know what is important to them&lt;br /&gt;• State your personal ethics and your beliefs clearly&lt;br /&gt;• Support causes outside the business&lt;br /&gt;• Encourage leaders to use value-based discretion in making decisions&lt;br /&gt;• Demonstrate your own self-knowledge and spirituality in all your actions&lt;br /&gt;• Do unto others as you would have them do unto you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114345203857329423?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114345203857329423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114345203857329423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114345203857329423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114345203857329423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/spirituality-in-workplace.html' title='spirituality in the workplace'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114345195142157750</id><published>2006-03-27T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T01:32:31.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny wall papers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/funny11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/funny1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/funny4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/funny4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/funny5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/funny5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114345195142157750?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114345195142157750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114345195142157750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114345195142157750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114345195142157750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/funny-wall-papers.html' title='funny wall papers'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114345165259483274</id><published>2006-03-27T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T01:27:32.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A woman without her man is nothing</title><content type='html'>An English professor wrote the words:  "A woman without her man is nothing" on the board and asked his students to punctuate it correctly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the males in the class wrote:  "A woman, without her man, is nothing."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the females in the class wrote:   "A woman: without her, man is nothing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEAT BELT PRIZE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4 people in car, 2 in the front, one asleep in the back, one curled up in the trunk. Cop comes up behind with siren. They pull over. Cop walks to drivers window.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRIVER: What seems to be the problem, officer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COP: No problem! I just wanted to tell you that you are the one hundredth person Ive seen wearing a seat belt today, which means you have won $5,000 in the statewide safety competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRIVER: Thats great! What a surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COP: So, buddy, what are you going to do with your winnings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRIVER: Well, first Ill get my drivers license and then Ill pay off all those warrants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIDER: Ah, dont believe him! He always talks big when hes drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEPER (waking up): Whoa! A cop. Darn it all! I knew we wouldnt get far in a stolen car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY IN TRUNK: Hey! Amigos! Have we crossed the border yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114345165259483274?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114345165259483274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114345165259483274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114345165259483274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114345165259483274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/woman-without-her-man-is-nothing.html' title='A woman without her man is nothing'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114345156432820125</id><published>2006-03-27T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T01:26:04.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes</title><content type='html'>1.    As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I&lt;br /&gt;can't remember the other  two...  -- Sir Norman Wisdom&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2.    One of the most difficult things in the world is to convince a woman that&lt;br /&gt;even a bargain costs money. -- Edgar Watson Howe&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3.    A true friend is one who overlooks your failures and tolerates your&lt;br /&gt;success! -- Doug Larson&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4.    A harmful truth is always better then...a useful lie!   -- Eric Bolton&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5.    When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bike. Then I realized&lt;br /&gt;that The Lord doesn't work that way, so I stole one and asked him to forgive&lt;br /&gt;me. -- Erno Philips&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6.    I only go to work on days that don't end in a 'y'. -- Robert Paul&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7.    We spend the first twelve months of our children's liv! es teaching them to&lt;br /&gt;walk and talk and the next twelve telling them to sit down and shut up. -- Phyllis Diller&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;8.    Laughter is the closest distance between two people. -- Victor Borge&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9.    Start every day with a smile and get it over with. -- W.C. Fields&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10.    Everything is funny as long as it is happening to somebody else. -- Will Rogers&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11.    Always get married early in the morning. That way, if it doesn't work out,&lt;br /&gt;you haven't wasted a whole day. -- Mickey Rooney&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12.    Women now have choices. They can be married, not married, have a job, not&lt;br /&gt;have a job, be married with children, unmarried with children. Men have the&lt;br /&gt;same choice we've always had: work or prison. -- Tim Allen&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13.    If you never want to see a man again, say, 'I love you, I want to marry&lt;br /&gt;you. I want to have children...' - they leave skid marks. -- Rita Rudner&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14.    I'm not afraid to die. I just don't want to be there when it happens. -- Woody Allen&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15.       Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we&lt;br /&gt;didn't. -- Erica Jong&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16.    Don't take life too seriously, you'll never get out of it alive. -- Elbert Hubbard&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17.    Always and never are two words you should always remember never to use. -- Wendell Johnson&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18.    In life, it's not who you know that's important, it's how your wife found&lt;br /&gt;out. -- Joey Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.    I've been in love with the same woman for forty-one years. If my wife finds&lt;br /&gt;out, she'll kill me. -- Henry Youngman&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20.    Have you noticed that all the people in favor of birth control are already&lt;br /&gt;born ? -- Benny Hill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114345156432820125?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114345156432820125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114345156432820125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114345156432820125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114345156432820125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/quotes.html' title='quotes'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114345094337932273</id><published>2006-03-27T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T01:15:43.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's reply when you propose her</title><content type='html'>Here are the top most reply of a girl, when you propose her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Nahi.................???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Chiiiii.....Kitne gande soch hai tumhare.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Maine tumhe sirf ek acche dost ki nazar se dekha hai ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Mera pehle se ek boyfrnd hai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ) Main in baton pe vishwas nahi karti, apne padhai pe dhyaan lagao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) tum abhi tak mujhe jaante kahan ho ?Yeh shayad infatuation hai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Tumhara bank balance kitna hai…??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Magar last year to maine tumhe raakhi baandhi thi ..hai naa..bhaiyya..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Mein abhi is relation ke liye mentally prepared nahi hoo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Mein apne dady se pooch ke tumhe kaal answer karu…??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Itni si baat kehne ke liye itni der lagaa di??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Ye donon ke dil me hai na, to phir kya kehna!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) "……Apna chehra kabhi aayine me dekha hai….. L……………………………"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) "Main toh tumhe apna Bhai maanati hu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) "Yes .. I too like you … (but hope you don't cheat on me ) " … (Which girls most oftenly do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Phele kyon nahi bataya ab tum late ho gaye ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Tum agar pehle mile hote to sochti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Tumhari himmat kaise hui mere baare mein aisa sochne ki… (probably followed by a slap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Girl: mujhe sochna ka wakt do…&lt;br /&gt;Guy: kitna wakt???(with hope)&lt;br /&gt;Girl: saat janam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Mai ek shaadi shuda ladki hu ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Mein tumhare chotte bhai se pyaar karti hoon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Now that's a real tragedy….&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Hee hee ……hee hee hee…..hee ….hee……hee……&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee ……hee hee hee…..hee ….hee……hee……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Boy: I love U!&lt;br /&gt;Gal: I don't think abt all this before marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Keep loving I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Tum mere liye kya kar sakte ho…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Kaun sa number hai mera tumhare proposals ki history mein.&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) tumhe is nazar se kabhi dekha nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) tumhare barre mein kabhi aisa socha nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) mummy se pooch kar bataungi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) mere bhaiyya se baat kar lo , who hi tumhe samajhayenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Knyo, Tina ne "No" bola?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Lekin tum to Mina ke piche pade the, Kya usne thappad mara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Kitne time ke liye -???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Worst one-- Jo bhi bolna hai jaldi bolo mera beta school se aata hoga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Thanks. I love you, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Boy :- Sonya, I love U…..&lt;br /&gt;Gal :- Sorry , Next 3 Months tak Waiting List chal rahi hai….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) "Let's just stay away from this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42)' ' friend='""' ?s='""'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) My friend in college got one classic reply … "I THINK I'M ENGAGED"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) "I think, I will have better options in future ..."&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe tumse is baare mein koi baat nahi karni, then she starts ignoring, phir bhi nahi&lt;br /&gt;sudhare then she threatens via some common friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) My Boy friend is very short Tempered. Beware of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) like you as a friend but I never thought about us like this…cant we be just good friends for ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Actually my younger sis likes you a lot. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) My mummy does not like your family (if the family knows each other.) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) "Why me?..Tumne mere meih essa kya dekha?..."she wants you to list down all the Good qualities that you even might have not seen in her. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) SLAP !! ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS....it is said ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51)hehe I didnt expect that from you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52)nice joke ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53)tu ladke kuchh or nahi soch sakte jaha ladki dekhi fisl gaye.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54)achha tum bhi meine socha sirf harsh,nikhil,ravi, etc etc ko hi mujhme interest hai&lt;br /&gt;and then walks on.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55)tumhe to purpose karna bhi nahi aata paheli bari hai kya koyi baat nahi mein batati hun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114345094337932273?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114345094337932273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114345094337932273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114345094337932273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114345094337932273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/girls-reply-when-you-propose-her.html' title='Girl&apos;s reply when you propose her'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114345057689070153</id><published>2006-03-27T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T01:09:36.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Prof .of Economics  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is that thing for which the demand is aways higher than the supply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Prof. of Accountancy   &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is a credit because it is profitable when returned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Prof. of Algebra     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is infinity because two divided by nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Prof. of Geometry &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is the shortest distance between two lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Prof. of Physics  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is the contraction of mouth due to the expansion of the heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof. of Chemistry  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is the reaction of the interaction between two hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof. of Zoology   &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is the interchange of salivary bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Prof. of Physiology    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is the juxtaposition of two orbicularisoris muscles in the state of contraction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Prof. of Dentistry  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is infectious and antiseptic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Prof. of Philosophy  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is the persecution for the child, ecstasy for the youth and homage for the old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Prof. of English &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is a noun that is used as a conjunction, it is more common than proper, it is spoken in the plural and it is applicable to all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof. of Architecture &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is a process which builds a solid bond between the two dynamic objects &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 style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Prof. of Comp.Science   &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a kiss? It seems to be an undefined variable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114345057689070153?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114345057689070153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114345057689070153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114345057689070153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114345057689070153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/definition-of-kiss.html' title='Definition of kiss'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114345049900208472</id><published>2006-03-27T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T01:08:19.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/thoughts6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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We had nice weekend at country club lake view. we were playing cricket, TT and some time in water. Nice lunch and little bit of drinks (Yes, i tasted some drink, i dont know the name, but it tasted like coke only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/IMG_1778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/IMG_1778.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some more snaps on my &lt;a href="http://harinath-photos.blogspot.com/2006/03/dh-party-at-country-club-lake-view.html"&gt;photos blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then sunday was full of sleeping, because of the body pains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114225288118844929?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114225288118844929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114225288118844929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114225288118844929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114225288118844929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/weeekend-relief.html' title='weeekend relief'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114190837602893150</id><published>2006-03-09T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T04:46:16.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>our life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/our%20life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/our%20life.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114190837602893150?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114190837602893150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114190837602893150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114190837602893150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114190837602893150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/our-life.html' title='our life'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114190824324189304</id><published>2006-03-09T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T04:44:03.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute message</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/message.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/message.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114190824324189304?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114190824324189304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114190824324189304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114190824324189304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114190824324189304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/cute-message.html' title='cute message'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114190712212208903</id><published>2006-03-09T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T04:25:22.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Importance of woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.touchninspire.com/woman.html"&gt;Importance of woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114190712212208903?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114190712212208903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114190712212208903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114190712212208903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114190712212208903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/importance-of-woman.html' title='Importance of woman'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114104767103268398</id><published>2006-02-27T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T05:41:11.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stanford University story</title><content type='html'>A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband,dressed in a  homespun&lt;br /&gt; threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston, and walked timidly&lt;br /&gt; without an appointment into the outer office of the President of Harvard&lt;br /&gt; University.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods, country hicks&lt;br /&gt; had no business at Harvard and probably didn't even deserve to be in&lt;br /&gt; Cambridge. She  frowned. "We want to see the president," the man&lt;br /&gt; said&lt;br /&gt; softly. "He'll  be busy all day," the secretary snapped.&lt;br /&gt; "We'll wait," the&lt;br /&gt; lady replied.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; For hours, the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would&lt;br /&gt; finally become discouraged and go away. They didn't. And the secretary&lt;br /&gt; grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president, even though&lt;br /&gt; it was a chore she always regretted to do. "Maybe if they just see you&lt;br /&gt; for  a few minutes, they'll leave," she told him. And he signed in&lt;br /&gt; exasperation&lt;br /&gt; and nodded. Someone of his importance obviously didn't  have the time to&lt;br /&gt; spend with them, but he detested gingham dresses and homespun suits&lt;br /&gt; cluttering up his outer office.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The president, stern-faced with dignity, strutted toward the couple. The&lt;br /&gt; lady told him, "We had a son that attended Harvard for one year. He&lt;br /&gt; loved&lt;br /&gt; Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally&lt;br /&gt; killed. And my husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him,&lt;br /&gt; somewhere on campus." The president wasn't touched; he was shocked.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Madam," he said gruffly, "We can't put up a statue for&lt;br /&gt; every  person who&lt;br /&gt; attended Harvard and died. If we did,this place would  look like a&lt;br /&gt; cemetery." "Oh,  no," the lady explained quickly, "We&lt;br /&gt; don't want to erect&lt;br /&gt; a statue. We thought we would like to  give a building to Harvard."&lt;br /&gt; The  president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun&lt;br /&gt; suit, then exclaimed, "A building! Do you have any earthly idea how&lt;br /&gt; much a  building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the&lt;br /&gt; physical plant at Harvard."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; For a moment the lady was silent. The president was pleased. He  could get&lt;br /&gt; rid of them now. And the lady turned to her husband and said quietly,&lt;br /&gt; "Is  that all it costs to start a University? Why don't we just start our own?"&lt;br /&gt; Her husband nodded. The president's face wilted in confusion and  bewilderment.&lt;br /&gt; And Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford walked away, traveling to Palo Alto,&lt;br /&gt; California, where they established the University that bears their name, a&lt;br /&gt; memorial to a son  that Harvard no longer cared about.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Today Stanford University is the Best in the World in Technical Education.&lt;br /&gt; BETTER than The BEST.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Sometimes first impressions are wrong. Someone might look like a chunk of&lt;br /&gt; gold, and quickly rust. Or we might turn away someone with drive,loyalty,&lt;br /&gt; ambition, determination, etc. We hear that what goes around,comes around.&lt;br /&gt; Just in case that might actually be true and in case you have ever felt&lt;br /&gt; under appreciated, then you might consider taking advantage of the next&lt;br /&gt; opportunity to look a  little deeper for the goodness in others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114104767103268398?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114104767103268398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114104767103268398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114104767103268398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114104767103268398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/stanford-university-story.html' title='Stanford University story'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114104101079389136</id><published>2006-02-27T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T03:50:10.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LITTLE VITO ON MATH</title><content type='html'>A teacher asks her class, "If there are five birds sitting on a fence,&lt;br /&gt;and you shoot one of them, how many will be left?" She calls on Little&lt;br /&gt;Vito.&lt;br /&gt;He replies, "None. They will all fly away with the first gunshot."&lt;br /&gt;The teacher replies, "The correct answer is four, but I like your&lt;br /&gt;thinking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Little Vito says, "I have a question for YOU. There are three&lt;br /&gt;women sitting on a bench having ice cream: One is delicately licking the&lt;br /&gt;sides of the ice cream. The second is gobbling down the top and sucking&lt;br /&gt;the cone. The third is biting off the top of the ice cream. Which one is&lt;br /&gt;married?"&lt;br /&gt;The teacher, blushing a great deal, replied, "Well, I suppose the one&lt;br /&gt;that's gobbled down the top and sucked the cone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which Little Vito replied, "The correct answer is 'the one with the&lt;br /&gt;wedding ring on', but I like your thinking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE VITO ON MATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Vito returns from school, and he says he got an "F" in&lt;br /&gt;arithmetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" asks Little Vito's father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The teacher asked me: 'How much is 2x3'?. I said ' 6," replies Little&lt;br /&gt;Vito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But that's right!" says Little Vito's Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but then she asked me: "How much is 3x2?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the fucking difference?" asks Little Vito's father..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's what I said!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE VITO ON ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Vito goes to school, and the teacher says, "Today, we are going&lt;br /&gt;to learn multi-syllable words, Class. Does anybody have an example of a&lt;br /&gt;multi-syllable word?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Vito says, "Mas-tur-bate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Rogers smiles and says, "Wow, Little Vito, that's a mouthful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Vito says, "No, Miss Rogers. You're thinking of a blow-job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE VITO ON GRAMMAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Vito was sitting in class one day. All of a sudden, he needed to&lt;br /&gt;go to the bathroom. He yelled out, "Miss Jones, I need to take a piss!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher replied, "Now, VITO, that is NOT the proper word to use in&lt;br /&gt;this situation. The correct word you want to use is 'urinate.' Please&lt;br /&gt;use the word 'ur-i-nate' in a sentence correctly, and I will allow you&lt;br /&gt;to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Vito, thinks for a bit, and then says, "You're an eight, but if&lt;br /&gt;you had bigger tits, you'd be a TEN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE VITO ON MORE GRAMMAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, during lessons on proper grammar, the teacher asked for a show&lt;br /&gt;of hands from those who could use the word "beautiful" in the same&lt;br /&gt;sentence twice correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, she called on little Suzie, who responded with, "My father bought&lt;br /&gt;my mother a beautiful dress, and she looked beautiful in it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very good, Suzie," replied the teacher. She then called on little&lt;br /&gt;Michael. "My mommy planned a beautiful banquet, and it turned out&lt;br /&gt;beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Excellent, Michael!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the teacher reluctantly called on Little Vito. He said, "Last night&lt;br /&gt;at the dinner table, my sister told my father that she was pregnant, and&lt;br /&gt;he said, "Beautiful, just fucking beautiful".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE VITO ON GETTING OLDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Vito was sitting on a park bench munching on one candy bar after&lt;br /&gt;another. After the 6th one, a man on the bench across from him said to&lt;br /&gt;him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son, you know eating all that candy isn't good for you. It will give&lt;br /&gt;you acne, rot your teeth, and make you fat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Vito replied, "My grandfather lived to be 107 years old."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man asked, "Did your grandfather eat 6 candy bars at a time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Vito answered, "No, He minded his own fucking business!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114104101079389136?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114104101079389136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114104101079389136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114104101079389136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114104101079389136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/little-vito-on-math.html' title='LITTLE VITO ON MATH'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114104075016084504</id><published>2006-02-27T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T03:45:50.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>making her happy :-)</title><content type='html'>It's not difficult to make a woman happy.A man only needs to be:      &lt;br /&gt;     1. a friend&lt;br /&gt;     2. a companion&lt;br /&gt;     3. a lover&lt;br /&gt;     4. a brother&lt;br /&gt;     5. a father&lt;br /&gt;     6. a master&lt;br /&gt;     7. a chef&lt;br /&gt;     8. an electrician&lt;br /&gt;     9. a carpenter&lt;br /&gt;    10. a plumber&lt;br /&gt;    11. a mechanic&lt;br /&gt;    12. a decorator&lt;br /&gt;    13. a stylist&lt;br /&gt;    14. a sexologist&lt;br /&gt;    15. a gynecologist&lt;br /&gt;    16. a psychologist&lt;br /&gt;    17. a pest exterminator&lt;br /&gt;    18. a psychiatrist&lt;br /&gt;    19. a healer&lt;br /&gt;    20. a good listener&lt;br /&gt;    21. an organizer&lt;br /&gt;    22. a good father&lt;br /&gt;    23. very clean&lt;br /&gt;    24. sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;    25. athletic&lt;br /&gt;    26. warm&lt;br /&gt;    27. attentive&lt;br /&gt;    28. gallant&lt;br /&gt;    29. intelligent&lt;br /&gt;    30. funny&lt;br /&gt;    31. creative&lt;br /&gt;    32. tender&lt;br /&gt;    33. strong&lt;br /&gt;    34. understanding&lt;br /&gt;    35. tolerant&lt;br /&gt;    36. prudent&lt;br /&gt;    37. ambitious&lt;br /&gt;    38. capable&lt;br /&gt;    39. courageous&lt;br /&gt;    40. determined&lt;br /&gt;    41. true&lt;br /&gt;    42. dependable&lt;br /&gt;    43. passionate&lt;br /&gt;    44. compassionate&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT FORGETTING TO:&lt;br /&gt;     45. give her compliments regularly&lt;br /&gt;    46. love shopping&lt;br /&gt;    47. be honest&lt;br /&gt;    48. be very rich&lt;br /&gt;    49. not stress her out&lt;br /&gt;    50. not look at other girls&lt;br /&gt;AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOU MUST ALSO:&lt;br /&gt;     51. give her lots of attention, but expect little yourself.&lt;br /&gt;    52. give her lots of time, especially time for herself.&lt;br /&gt;    53. give her lots of space, never worrying about where she goes.&lt;br /&gt; IT IS VERY IMPORTANT:     54. Never to forget:&lt;br /&gt;        * birthdays&lt;br /&gt;        * anniversaries&lt;br /&gt;        * arrangements she makes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HOW TO MAKE A GUY HAPPY:   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Show up naked.&lt;br /&gt; 2. Bring food.&lt;br /&gt; 3. And beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114104075016084504?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114104075016084504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114104075016084504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114104075016084504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114104075016084504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/making-her-happy.html' title='making her happy :-)'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-114006793747745460</id><published>2006-02-15T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:32:17.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 90/10 Principle</title><content type='html'>The 90/10 Principle&lt;br /&gt;Author: Stephen Covey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover the 90/10 Principle. It will change your life (at least the way you react to situations). What is this principle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% of life is made up of what happens to you. 90% of life is decided by how you react. What does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really have no control over 10% of what happens to us. We cannot stop the car from breaking down. The plane will be late arriving, which throws our whole schedule off. A driver may cut us off in traffic. We have no control over this 10%. The other 90% is different. You determinethe other 90%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? By your reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot control a red light., but you can control your reaction. Don't let people fool you; YOU can control how you react. Let's use an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are eating breakfast with your family. Your daughter knocks over a cup of coffee onto your business shirt. You have no control over what just happened. What happens next will be determined by how you react. You curse. You harshly scold your daughter for knocking the cup over. She breaks down in tears. After scolding her, you turn to your spouse and criticize her for placing the cup too close to the edge of the table. A short verbal battle follows. You storm upstairs and change your shirt. Back downstairs, you find your daughter has been too busy crying to finish breakfast and get ready for school. She misses the bus. Your spouse must leave immediately for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rush to the car and drive your daughter to school. Because you are late, you drive 40 miles an hour in a 30 mph speed limit. After a 15-minute delay and throwing $60 traffic fine away, you arrive at school. Your daughter runs into the building without saying goodbye. After arriving at the office 20 minutes late, you find you forgot your briefcase.Your day has started terrible. As it continues, it seems to get worse and worse. You look forward to coming home, When you arrive home, you find small wedge in your relationship with your spouse and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because of how you reacted in the morning. Why did you have a bad day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Did the coffee cause it?&lt;br /&gt;B) Did your daughter cause it?&lt;br /&gt;C) Did the policeman cause it?&lt;br /&gt;D) Did you cause it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is " D".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had no control over what happened with the coffee.How you reacted in those 5 seconds is what caused your bad day. Here is what could have and should have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee splashes over you. Your daughter is about to cry. You gently say, "It's ok honey, you just need, to be more careful next time".Grabbing a towel you rush upstairs. After grabbing a new shirt and your briefcase, you come back down in time to look through the window and see your child getting on the bus. She turns and waves. You arrive 5 minutes  early and cheerfully greet the staff. Your boss comments on how good the day you are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two different scenarios. Both started the same. Both ended different.Why? Because of how you REACTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really do not have any control over 10% of what happens. The other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90% was determined by your reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some ways to apply the 90/10 principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says something negative about you, don't be a sponge. Let the attack roll off like water on glass. You don't have to let the negative comment affect you! React properly and it will not ruin your day. A wrong reaction could result in losing a friend, being fired, getting stressed out etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you react if someone cuts you off in traffic? Do you lose your temper? Pound on the steering wheel? A friend of mine had the steering wheel fall off)&lt;br /&gt;Do you curse? Does your blood pressure skyrocket? Do you try and bump them? WHO CARES if you arrive ten seconds later at work? Why let the cars ruin your drive? Remember the 90/10 principle, and do not worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are told you lost your job. Why lose sleep and get irritated? It will work out. Use your worrying energy and time into finding another job. The plane is late; it is going to mangle your schedule for the day.Why take out your frustration on the flight attendant? She has no control over what is going on. Use your time to study, get to know the other passenger. Why get stressed out? It will just make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know the 90-10 principle. Apply it and you will be amazed at the results. You will lose nothing if you try it. The 90-10 principle is incredible. Very few know and apply this principle.The result? Millions of people are suffering from undeserved stress, trials, problems and heartache.We all must understand and apply the 90/10 principle. It CAN change your life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-114006793747745460?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114006793747745460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=114006793747745460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114006793747745460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/114006793747745460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/9010-principle.html' title='The 90/10 Principle'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113989766843058304</id><published>2006-02-13T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:14:28.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how they got their names!</title><content type='html'>ABN AMRO- In the 1960s, the Nederlandse Handelmaatschappij (Dutch Trading Society; 1824) and the Twentsche Bank merged to form the Algemene Bank Nederland ( ABN; General Bank of the Netherlands). In 1966, the Amsterdamsche Bank and the Rotterdamsche Bank merged to form the Amro Bank. In 1991, ABNand Amro Bank merged to form ABN AMRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accenture- Accent on the Future. Greater-than 'accent' over the logo's t points forward towards the future. The name Accenture was proposed by a company employee in Norwayas part of a internal name finding process (BrandStorming). Prior to January 1, 2001 the company was called Andersen Consulting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adidas- from the name of the founder Adolf (Adi) Dassler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adobe- came from name of the river Adobe Creek that ran behind the houses of founders John Warnock and Chuck Geschke .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AltaVista- Spanish for "high view".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon.com - Founder Jeff Bezos renamed the company to Amazon (from the earlier name of Cadabra.com) after the world's most voluminous river, the Amazon. He saw the potential for a larger volume of sales in an online bookstore as opposed to the then prevalent bookstores. (Alternative: It is said that Jeff Bezos named his book store Amazon simply to cash in on the popularity of Yahoo at the time. Yahoo listed entries alphabetically, and thus Amazon would always appear above its competitors in the relevant categories it was listed in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMD- Advanced Micro Devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apache- The name was chosen from respect for the Native American Indian tribe of Apache (IndÃ©), well-known for their superior skills in warfare strategy and their inexhaustible endurance. Secondarily, and more popularly (though incorrectly) accepted, it's considered a cute name that stuck: its founders got started by applying patches to code written for NCSA's httpd daemon. The result was 'a patchy' server â" thus the name Apache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple- for the favourite fruit of co-founder Steve Jobs and/or for the time he worked at an apple orchard. He was three months late in filing a name for the business, and he threatened to call his company Apple Computer if his colleagues didn't suggest a better name by 5 p.m. Apple's Macintosh is named after a popular variety of apple sold in the US. Apple also wanted to distance itself from the cold, unapproachable, complicated imagery created by the other computer companies at the time had names like IBM, NEC, DEC, ADPAC, Cincom, Dylakor, Input, Integral Systems, SAP, PSDI, Syncsort and Tesseract. The new company sought to reverse the entrenched view of computers in order to get people to use them at home. They looked for a name that was unlike the names of traditional computer companies, a name that also supported a brand positioning strategy that was to be perceived as simple, warm, human, approachable and different. Note: Apple had to get approval from the Beatle's Apple Corps to use the name 'Apple' and paid a one-time royalty of $100,000 to McIntosh Laboratory, Inc., a maker of high-end audio equipment, to use the derivative name 'Macintosh', known now as just 'Mac'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;T- American Telephone and Telegraph Corporation officially changed its name to AT&amp;T in the 1990s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bauknecht- Founded as an electrotechnical workshop in 1919 by Gottlob Bauknecht .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBC- Stands for British Broadcasting Corporation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BenQ- Bringing ENjoyment and Quality to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaupunkt- Blaupunkt (Blue dot) was founded in 1923 under the name Ideal. Their core business was the manufacturing of headphones. If the headphones came through quality tests, the company would give the headphones a blue dot. The headphones quickly became known as the blue dots or blaue Punkte. The quality symbol would become a trademark, and the trademark would become the company name in 1938.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BMW- abbreviation of Bayerische Motoren Werke (Bavarian Motor Factories)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borealis - The Northern Lights or Aurora Borealis, is the celestial phenomenon that features bursts of light in colourful patterns dancing across the night skies of the north. Borealis, inspired from the shining brilliance of the Northern Lights, was formed in 1994 out of the merger between two northern oil companies, Norway's Statoil and Finland's Neste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BP - formerly British Petroleum, now "BP" (The slogan "Beyond Petroleum" has incorrectly been taken to refer to the company's new name following its rebranding effort in 2000).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRAC- abbreviation for Bangladesh Rural Advancement Committee, world's largest NGO (non governmental organization). It works in development programs around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridgestone- named after founder Shojiro Ishibashi. The surname Ishibashi (??) means "stone bridge", i.e. "bridge of stone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bull- Compagnie des machines Bull was founded in Paristo exploit the patents for punched card machines taken out by a Norwegian engineer, Fredrik Rosing Bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadillac- Cadillac was named after the 18th century French explorer Antoine Laumet de La Mothe , sieur de Cadillac, founder of Detroit, Michigan. Cadillac is a small town in the South of France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon- Originally (1933) Precision Optical Instruments Laboratory the new name (1935) derived from the name of the company's first camera, the Kwannon, in turn named after the Japanese name of the Buddhist bodhisattva of mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CGI- from the first letter of Information Management Consultant in french (Conseiller en Gestion et Informatique).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cisco- short for San Francisco. It has also been suggested that it was "CIS-co" -- Computer Information Services was the department at StanfordUniversitythat the founders worked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COBRA- Computadores Brasileiros, "Brazilian Computers", electronics and services company, was the first state-owned designer and producer of computers in the 1970s, later acquired by the Banco do Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coca-Cola- Coca-Cola's name is derived from the coca leaves and kola nuts used as flavoring. Coca-Cola creator John S. Pemberton changed the 'K' of kola to 'C' for the name to look better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colgate-Palmolive- formed from a merger of soap manufacturers Colgate &amp; Company and Palmolive-Peet. Peet was dropped in 1953. Colgate was named after WilliamColgate, an English immigrant, who set up a starch, soap and candle business in New York Cityin 1806. Palmolive was named for the two oils (Palm and Olive) used in its manufacture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compaq- from "comp" for computer, and "pack" to denote a small integral object; or: Compatibility And Quality; or: from the company's first product, the very compact Compaq Portable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comsat - an American digital telecommunications and satellite company, founded during the President Kennedy era to develop the technology. Contraction of Communications Satellites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daewoo- the company founder Kim Woo Chong called it Daewoo which means "Great Universe" in Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dell- named after its founder, Michael Dell. The company changed its name from Dell Computer in 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHL- the company was founded by Adrian Dalsey, Larry Hillblom , and Robert Lynn , whose last initials form the company's moniker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eBay- Pierre Omidyar, who had created the Auction Web trading website, had formed a web consulting concern called Echo Bay Technology Group. " EchoBay" didn't refer to the town in Nevada, the nature area close to Lake Mead, or any real place. "It just sounded cool," Omidyar reportedly said. When he tried to register EchoBay.com, though, he found that Echo Bay Mines, a gold mining company, had gotten it first. So, Omidyar registered what (at the time) he thought was the second best name: eBay.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epson - Epson Seiko Corporation, the Japanese printer and peripheral manufacturer, was named from "Son of Electronic Printer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanta- was originally invented by Max Keith in Germanyin 1940 when World War II made it difficult to get the Coca-Cola syrup to Nazi Germany. Fanta was originally made from byproducts of cheese and jam production. The name comes from the German word for imagination (Fantasie or Phantasie), because the inventors thought that imagination was needed to taste oranges from the strange mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer - named after its founder, Karl Fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiat- acronym of Fabbrica Italiana Automobili Torino (Italian Factory of Cars of Turin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuji- from the highest Japanese mountain Mount Fuji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google- the name is an intentional misspelling of the word googol, reflecting the company's mission to organize the immense amount of information available online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haier- Chinese ? "sea" and ? (a transliteration character; also means "you" in Literary Chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP- Bill Hewlett and Dave Packard tossed a coin to decide whether the company they founded would be called Hewlett-Packard or Packard-Hewlett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitachi- old place name, literally "sunrise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honda- from the name of its founder, Soichiro Honda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeywell- from the name of Mark Honeywell founder of Honeywell Heating Specialty Co. It later merged with Minneapolis Heat Regulator Company and was finally called Honeywell Inc. in 1963.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail- Founder Jack Smith got the idea of accessing e-mail via the web from a computer anywhere in the world. When Sabeer Bhatia came up with the business plan for the mail service, he tried all kinds of names ending in 'mail' and finally settled for Hotmail as it included the letters "HTML" - the markup language used to write web pages. It was initially referred to as HoTMaiL with selective upper casing. (If you click on Hotmail's 'mail' tab, you will still find "HoTMaiL" in the URL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSBC- The Hongkong and Shanghai Banking Corporation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyundai- connotes the sense of "the present age" or "modernity" in Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IBM- named by Tom Watson, an ex-employee of National Cash Register. To one-up them in all respects, he called his company International Business Machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICL- abbreviation for International Computers Ltd, once the UK's largest computer company, but now a service arm of Fujitsu, of Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKON - copier company name derived from I Know One Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intel- Bob Noyce and Gordon Moore initially incorporated their company as N M Electronics. Someone suggested Moore Noyce Electronics but it sounded too close to "more noise" -- not a good choice for an electronics company! Later, Integrated Electronics was proposed but it had been taken by somebody else. Then, using initial syllables from INTegrated ELectronics, Noyce and Moore came up with Intel. To avoid potential conflicts with other companies of similar names, Intel purchased the name rights for $15,000 from a company called Intelco. (Source: Intel 15 Years Corporate Anniversary Brochure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interland - a web hosting provider formally known as Micron Computer, Inc. which was named either after InternetLandor the combination of the largest acqusition it performed, Interliant with the word Land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawasaki- from the name of its founder, Shozo Kawasaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kodak- Both the Kodak camera and the name were the invention of founder George Eastman . The letter "K" was a favourite with Eastman; he felt it a strong and incisive letter. He tried out various combinations of words starting and ending with "K". He saw three advantages in the name. It had the merits of a trademark word, would not be mis-pronounced and the name did not resemble anything in the art. There is a misconception that the name was chosen because of its similarity to the sound produced by the shutter of the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konica- it was earlier known as Konishiroku Kogaku. Konishiroku in turn is the short for Konishiya Rokubeiten which was the first name of the company established by Rokusaburo Sugiura in the 1850s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korg - Formed from the surnames of the founders, Tsutomu Katoh and Tadashi Osanai, combined with the letters "rg" from the word organ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LG- combination of two popular Korean brands Lucky and Goldstar. (In Mexicopublicists explained the name change to the public as an abbreviation to LÃ­nea Goldstar Spanish for Goldstar Line)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'OrÃ©al- In 1907, EugÃ¨ne Schueller, a young French chemist, developed an innovative hair-color formula. He called his improved hair dye AurÃ©ole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotus Software- Mitch Kapor got the name for his company from 'The Lotus Position' or 'Padmasana'. Kapor used to be a teacher of Transcendental Meditation technique as taught by Maharishi Mahesh Yogi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucent Technologies- a spin-off from AT&amp;T, it was named Lucent (meaning "luminous" or "glowing with light") because "light as a metaphor for visionary thinking reflected the company's operating and guiding business philosophy," according to the Landor Associates staff who chose the name. Source: Design Management Journal 8:1 (Winter 1997).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lycos- from Lycosidae, the family of wolf spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mazda Motor- from the company's first president, Jujiro Matsuda . In Japanese, no syllables are ever stressed and some inner syllables are virtually skipped. Thus, Matsuda is pronounced "Matsda". To make the name fly better outside of Japan, the spelling was changed to Mazda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's- from the name of the brothers Dick McDonald and Mac McDonald, who founded the first McDonald 's restaurant in 1940.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercedes- This is the first name of the daughter of Emil Jellinek, who worked for the early Daimler company around 1900.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGM- Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer was formed by the merger of three picture houses Metro Picture Corporation, Goldwyn Pictures Corporation and Louis B. Mayer Pictures. Goldwyn Picture Corporation in turn was named after the last names of Samuel Goldfish and Edgar and Archibald Selwyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micron- computer memory producer named after the microscopic parts of its products. The official name was Micron Computer, Inc. Since, the company has become Interland, a web hosting provider, after selling/spinning off its RAM division and closing down its computer division, licensing the name. The company is now headquartered in Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft- coined by Bill Gates to represent the company that was devoted to MICROcomputer SOFTware. Originally christened Micro-Soft, the '-' was removed later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midPhase- the post-dotcom era gave using the .com in a companies official name untrendy. A new dotcom company may be named traditionally, in midPhase's case it was named midPhase Services, Inc., the midPhase stands for Middle Phase, or middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitsubishi- The name Mitsubishi (??) has two parts: mitsu means three and hishi (changing to bishi in the middle of the word) means water chestnut, and from here rhombus, which is reflected in the company's logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motorola- Founder Paul Galvin came up with this name when his company (at the time, Galvin Manufacturing Company) started manufacturing radios for cars. Many audio equipment makers of the era used the " ola" ending for their products, most famously the "Victrola" phonograph made by the Victor Talking Machine Company. The name was meant to convey the idea of "sound" and "motion". The name became so recognized that the company later adopted it as the company name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mozilla Foundation- from the name of the web-browser that preceded Netscape Navigator. When Marc Andreesen , founder of Netscape, created a browser to replace the Mosaic browser, it was internally named Mozilla (Mosaic-Killer, Godzilla) by Jamie Zawinski.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRF- Madras Rubber Factory, founded by K M Mammen Mappillai in 1946. He started with a toy balloon-manufacturing unit at Tiruvottiyur, Chennai (then called Madras). In 1952, he began manufacturing tread-rubber, and in 1961, tyres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nero - Nero Burning ROM named after Nero burning Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netscape- named by first marketing employee Greg Sands, in a panic when the Universityof Illinoisthreatened to sue the new company for its original name, Mosaic. Netscape then paid Landor $50,000 to design a logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nike- named for the Greek goddess of victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikon - the original name was Nippon Kogaku, meaning "Japanese Optical".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissan- the company was earlier known by the name Nippon Sangyo which means "Japanese industry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia- started as a wood-pulp mill, the company expanded into producing rubber products in the Finnish city of Nokia. The company later adopted the city's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nortel - The Nortel Networks name came from Nortel (Northern Telecom) and Bay Networks. The company was originally spun off from the Bell Telephone Company of Canada Ltd in 1895 as Northern Electric and Manufacturing, and traded as Northern Electric from 1914 to 1976.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novartis- after the Latin _expression "novae artes" which means something like "new skills".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oracle - Larry Ellison, Ed Oates and Bob Miner were working on a consulting project for the CIA (Central Intelligence Agency). The code name for the project was Oracle (the CIA saw this as the system to give answers to all questions or some such). The project was designed to help use the newly written SQL database language from IBM. The project eventually was terminated but they decided to finish what they started and bring it to the world. They kept the name Oracle and created the RDBMS engine. Later they changed the name of the company, Relational Technology Inc, to the name of the product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi- Pepsi derives its name from (treatment of) dyspepsia, an intestinal ailment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philips - Royal Philips Electronics was founded in 1891, by brothers Gerard (the engineer) and Anton (the entrepreneur) Philips .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qantas- From its original name, Queensland And Northern Territory Aerial Services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Hat- Company founder Marc Ewing was given the Cornell lacrosse team cap (with red and white stripes) while at college by his grandfather. People would turn to him to solve their problems, and he was referred to as 'that guy in the red hat'. He lost the cap and had to search for it desperately. The manual of the beta version of Red Hat Linux had an appeal to readers to return his Red Hat if found by anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reebok- another spelling of rhebok (Pelea capreolus), an African antelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAAB- founded in 1937 in Swedenas "Svenska Aeroplan aktiebolaget" (Swedish Aeroplane Company) abbreviated SAAB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsonite- Samsonite was launched as a brand in 1941, receiving its name from the Biblical character Samson, renowned for his strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsung- meaning three stars in Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanyo- The Japanese translation is disputed, although the Chinese name is "??" (literally, "Three Oceans")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAP- "Systems, Applications, Products in Data Processing", formerly "SystemAnalyse und Programmentwicklung" (German for "System analysis and program development"), formed by 4 ex- IBM employees who used to work in the 'Systems/Applications/Projects' group of IBM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEGA- "Service Games of Japan" (SeGa) Founded by Marty Bromley (an American) to import pinball games to Japanfor use on American military bases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharp- Japanese consumer electronics company named from its first product, an ever-sharp pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shell- Royal Dutch Shell was established in 1907, when the Royal Netherlands Petrol Society Plc. and the Shell Transport and Trading Company Ltd. merged. The Shell Transport and Trading Company Ltd. had been established at the end of the 19th century, by commercial firm Samuel &amp; Co (founded in 1830). Samuel &amp; Co were already successfully importing Japanese shells when they set up an oil company, so the oil company was named after the shells Samuel &amp; Co were importing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siemens - founded in 1847 by Werner von Siemens and Johann Georg Halske: the company was originally called Telegraphen-Bau-Anstalt von Siemens &amp; Halske.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprint- from its parent company, Southern Pacific Railroad INTernal Communications. Back in the day, pipelines and railroad tracks were the cheapest place to lay communications lines, as the right-of-way was already leased or owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Microsystems- its founders designed their first workstation in their dorm at StanfordUniversity, and chose the name Stanford University Network for their product, hoping to sell it to the college. They didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzuki- from the name of its founder, Michio Suzuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tesco- Founder Jack Cohen, who from 1919 sold groceries in the markets of the London East End, acquired a large shipment of tea from T. E. Stockwell and made new labels by using the first three letters of the supplier's name and the first two letters of his surname forming the word "TESCO".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toshiba- was founded by the merger of consumer goods company Tokyo Denki (Tokyo Electric Co) and electrical firm Shibaura Seisaku-sho (Shibaura Engineering Works).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toyota- from the founder's name Sakichi Toyoda. Initially called Toyeda, it was changed after a contest for a better-sounding name. The new name was written in katakana with eight strokes, a number that is considered lucky in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unisys- made-up name for the company that resulted from the combination of two old mainframe computer companies, Burroughs and Sperry [Sperry Univac/Sperry Rand]. It "united" two incompatible ranges. Unisys was briefly the world's second-largest computer company, after IBM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verizon- A portmanteau of veritas (Latin for truth) and horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vodafone- is a multinational mobile phone operator with headquarters in the United Kingdom. Its name is made up of VOice, DAta, TeleFONE. Vodafone made the UK's first mobile call at a few minutes past midnight on the 1 January 1985.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volvo- From the Latin word "volvo", which means "I roll". It was originally a name for a ball bearing being developed by SKF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xerox- The inventor, Chestor Carlson, named his product trying to say `dry' (as it was dry copying, markedly different from the then prevailing wet copying). The Greek root `xer' means dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo!- a "backronym" for Yet Another Hierarchical Officious Oracle. The word Yahoo was invented by Jonathan Swift and used in his book Gulliver's Travels. It represents a person who is repulsive in appearance action and is barely human. 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with them are their 8 &lt;br /&gt;children.. A blind man joins them after a few minutes. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When the bus arrives, they find it overloaded and only the wife and her &lt;br /&gt;eight children are able to fit in the bus.So the husband and the blind &lt;br /&gt;man decide to walk. After a while the husband gets irritated by the &lt;br /&gt;ticking of the stick of the blind man and says to him, "Why don't you &lt;br /&gt;put a piece of rubber at the end of your stick, that ticking sound is &lt;br /&gt;driving me crazy!!" &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The blind man replies: "If you would've put a rubber on the end of YOUR &lt;br /&gt;stick, we'd be sitting in the bus! So shut up and keep walking !!!!" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An email from sudheer kumar darisa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113799793957763912?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113799793957763912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113799793957763912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113799793957763912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113799793957763912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/subject-issued-in-public-interest.html' title='Subject: issued in public interest'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113783873584742931</id><published>2006-01-21T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T02:18:55.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/whatyouaretome0337gy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/whatyouaretome0557sn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/whatyouaretome0014zj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/whatyouaretome0014zj.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113783873584742931?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113783873584742931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113783873584742931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113783873584742931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113783873584742931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-and-me.html' title='you and me'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113783849276987101</id><published>2006-01-21T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T02:14:52.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Marriage</title><content type='html'>Love in the heart was not meant there to stay. Love is not love till you give it away". For love to be ever lasting and eternal every one should be aware of the different stages of love and know its significance. Following are the different phases through which you will travel in your love life and only those who pass it will have an endless love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ATTRACTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attraction can be defined as something, which is more than friendship and is a step towards getting ready for a relationship. Now attraction is of two types:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical Attraction &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happens when your body reacts to another person. Heart rate increases; temperature rises, palms get sweaty; stomach flutters; throat tightens; etc. This is what will tell you that you are ready for the first contact and also whether you are comfortable in the company of the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional Attraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;develops next if the circumstances are right. After being drawn to a person physically, you then begin to come closer. If you find you have things in common -- hobbies, ideologies, career, education, or some other common ground -- then an emotional attraction starts to form. Sometimes an emotional attraction can occur even when a physical attraction does not. And in this case, the bond will be stronger between the two who connect, since no preconceived notions based on physical appearance has occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;INTIMACY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intimacy is something, which a person experiences when you learn to trust and believe your lover. It is a close association with another person of the deepest nature. You share you thoughts, feelings, and dreams. You feel free to discuss everything with this person and you are absolutely comfortable in his company. Thus intimacy develops gradually. If you can't establish intimacy with your partner, your relationship may work for a while, but is unlikely to endure throughout the years. Intimacy is actually the path to a true, healthy and beautiful relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ROMANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance is the essence of a relationship. Without romance your love life will not exist. Romance is the true identity of your love. It brings out your true self and helps you be a better lover, husband and partner. Romance is a celebration of the life you live as part of a couple. It springs naturally and originates from within your heart. It makes you do things that you possibly couldn't have imagined to do otherwise. It shows you who you are and reminds you of the role you play in a relationship. Romance is not responsibility but it is caring about your responsibilities towards your lover and partner. Romance is the appreciation of two people who are celebrating the lucky coincidence that they found each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PASSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third stage is passion, which basically means a desire for another person, which has grown to an intensity that can't be ignored. This is often where an emotional relationship turns into a physical relationship. The passion stage is very important. For from here you will understand the true meaning and nature of your relationship. If there is no passion then its best to let go but if there is passion in your relationship then it is time to go on to the next stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;COMMITMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last stage is commitment. This is when you know that you want to spend your whole life with this person you love and you can do anything for him. It is when your whole world just revolves round your lover and you take a pledge to remain true to your mate throughout good and bad times, be by his side whenever he needs you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113783849276987101?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113783849276987101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113783849276987101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113783849276987101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113783849276987101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/love-and-marriage.html' title='Love and Marriage'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113783830755074887</id><published>2006-01-21T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T02:11:47.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/7.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/3.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/4.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113783830755074887?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113783830755074887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113783830755074887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113783830755074887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113783830755074887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-need-you.html' title='I need you'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113783826350948704</id><published>2006-01-21T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T02:11:03.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/words4ever_wallpaper_108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/words4ever_wallpaper_108.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/words4ever_wallpaper_111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/words4ever_wallpaper_111.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/words4ever_wallpaper_110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/words4ever_wallpaper_110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/words4ever_wallpaper_107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/words4ever_wallpaper_107.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/words4ever_wallpaper_104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/words4ever_wallpaper_104.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/words4ever_wallpaper_102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/words4ever_wallpaper_102.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/words4ever_wallpaper_106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/words4ever_wallpaper_106.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/words4ever_wallpaper_105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/words4ever_wallpaper_105.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/words4ever_wallpaper_100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/words4ever_wallpaper_100.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113783826350948704?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113783826350948704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113783826350948704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113783826350948704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113783826350948704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113783751757357488</id><published>2006-01-21T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T01:58:37.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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However, I noticed&lt;br /&gt;that you sent it through the Finance Minister in Islamabad , and those&lt;br /&gt;donkeys deducted Rs.30 in taxes ..."*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113644881902994044?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113644881902994044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113644881902994044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113644881902994044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113644881902994044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/letter-to-god.html' title='Letter to GOD'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113638848054204829</id><published>2006-01-04T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T07:28:00.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deadlok :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/image001.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/image001.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113638848054204829?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113638848054204829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113638848054204829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113638848054204829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113638848054204829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/deadlok.html' title='deadlok :-)'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113628559748517744</id><published>2006-01-03T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T02:53:17.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T Nagar</title><content type='html'>&gt; Where is this T.Nagar?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nobody knows accurately. It is just this lovely place in Chennai, which if&lt;br /&gt;&gt; you decide to visit for the second time, you get a free seasonal pass for&lt;br /&gt;&gt; a window-side bed in Kilpauk hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sounds like a holiday package..what if I manage a third visit?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You get one year free admission at Yervadi, next to Sethu Vikram. Cost of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; chain included in the package.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Oh! You said it's a lovely place. Do people go there for sight-seeing?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Kinda yeah, it is Chennai's own version of "Suicide Point"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Can we shop there?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; There are just two things you can do at T.Nagar. One,shop and two,die. The&lt;br /&gt;&gt; former is optional though.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; My wife wants some good silk sarees. Where do I take her?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Push her into Pothys and run. This is your best chance to live with some&lt;br /&gt;&gt; self respect in future.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; What if I stay?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You automatically qualify for Bihar elections.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; What if I go in too?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; If you are Gopi, you'll come out as Gopi 65.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I heard gold is pretty cheap at some place there?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Very cheap yeah, not just the rate. I guess you are talking about&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Ranganathan Street, Annachi shop.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Ya ya. How do I go there?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You just need to stand at the start of that street. Close your eyes. Open&lt;br /&gt;&gt; your eyes. You are inside Annachi shop, courtesy : fellow shoppers.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Can I take my vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Shut up! Even Laloo wouldn't do that!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Oh is it very crowded?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yeah, by the time you count the number of people around you, they can&lt;br /&gt;&gt; telecast Junoon twice.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Junoon?? What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Kadavule! Paathathu illiya Junoon neenga? Periya athu megaserial.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Pesuvaanga maathi maathi thamizh athula.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Oh! By the way, do men shop in T.Nagar?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Wise men stay away. Married men do shop.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I heard there are lots of platform shops?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; There is no platform. Only shops.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Whatever, how good are they?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Very good infact. You get all sortsa brands including Nykee, Ribok and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Adeedas. At cheap rates that too!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Hey isn't that phony? The spellings are all messed up!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Naah. They have been changed according to numerology, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Fine. Is there any good restaurant there?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Ya, Saravana Bhavan.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Wow! What would I get there for, say 50 rupees?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Quite a lot. Half a dosa, 5 ml Sambhar and some pebbles.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Pebbles? Why??&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Huh, you are dumber than a crow! To raise the level of sambhar ofcourse.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; No chutney is it?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; They have it in a big vessel near the entrance. You are allowed to take a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; peek.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; That's bad. But I heard there's a hot chips too?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You'll be a hot chip yourself once you step into Ranganathan Street.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; How is the air pollution level in T.Nagar?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; One deep breath and you'll die on the spot, money back guarantee.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; So many issues, eh? Finally, what's the best thing about T.Nagar?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Variety. So many shops, so many dresses and so many accessories. Even if&lt;br /&gt;&gt; you escape death by other mean, you'll be confused to death!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113628559748517744?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113628559748517744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113628559748517744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113628559748517744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113628559748517744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/t-nagar.html' title='T Nagar'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113568857032061534</id><published>2005-12-27T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T05:02:50.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>"Happy Birthday" means much more&lt;br /&gt;Than have a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;Within these words lie lots of things&lt;br /&gt;I never get to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means I love you first of all,&lt;br /&gt;Then thanks for all you do.&lt;br /&gt;It means you mean a lot to me,&lt;br /&gt;And that I'm proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I guess it means&lt;br /&gt;That I am thinking of&lt;br /&gt;Your happiness on this, your day,&lt;br /&gt;With pleasure and with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113568857032061534?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113568857032061534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113568857032061534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113568857032061534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113568857032061534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113565937587160046</id><published>2005-12-26T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T20:56:15.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/good_morning12272005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/good_morning12272005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113565937587160046?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113565937587160046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113565937587160046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113565937587160046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113565937587160046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113527046103064962</id><published>2005-12-22T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T08:54:21.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't miss this story!</title><content type='html'>A jobless man applied for the position of "office boy" at&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HR manager interviewed him then watched him cleaning&lt;br /&gt;The floor as a&lt;br /&gt;Test. "You are employed" he said. "Give me your e-mail&lt;br /&gt;Address and I'll&lt;br /&gt;Send you the application to fill in, as well as the&lt;br /&gt;Date&lt;br /&gt;When you may start."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied "But I don't have a&lt;br /&gt;Computer, nor an email."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry", said the HR manager, "If you&lt;br /&gt;Don't have an email, that&lt;br /&gt;Means you do not exist. And who doesn't&lt;br /&gt;Exist, cannot have the job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man left with no hope at all. He&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know what to do, with&lt;br /&gt;Only $10 in his pocket. He then decided to&lt;br /&gt;Go to the supermarket and buy&lt;br /&gt;A 10Kg tomato crate. He then sold the&lt;br /&gt;Tomatoes in a door-to-door round.&lt;br /&gt;In less than two hours, he succeeded&lt;br /&gt;To double his capital. He repeated&lt;br /&gt;The operation three times, and&lt;br /&gt;Returned home with $60. The man realized&lt;br /&gt;That he can survive by this&lt;br /&gt;Way, and started to go everyday earlier, and&lt;br /&gt;Return late. Thus, his&lt;br /&gt;Money doubled or&lt;br /&gt;Tripled everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly, he bought a cart, then a&lt;br /&gt;Truck, and then he had his own fleet of&lt;br /&gt;Delivery vehicles. 5 years later,&lt;br /&gt;The man is one of the biggest food&lt;br /&gt;Retailers in the US. He started to&lt;br /&gt;Plan his family's future,&lt;br /&gt;And decided to have a life insurance. He&lt;br /&gt;Called an insurance broker, and&lt;br /&gt;Chose a protection plan. When the&lt;br /&gt;Conversation was concluded,&lt;br /&gt;The broker asked him his email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man&lt;br /&gt;Replied, "I don't have an email."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broker answered curiously, "You&lt;br /&gt;Don't have an email, and yet&lt;br /&gt;Have succeeded to build an empire. Can you&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what you could&lt;br /&gt;Have been if you had an email?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man&lt;br /&gt;Thought for a while and replied, "Yes, I'd be an office boy&lt;br /&gt;At&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Internet / email is not the solution to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  If you don't have Internet / email and&lt;br /&gt;     Work hard, you can be a&lt;br /&gt;     Millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  If you received this&lt;br /&gt;     Message by email, you are probably already an&lt;br /&gt;     Office boy/girl, and not any close to being a millionaire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113527046103064962?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113527046103064962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113527046103064962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113527046103064962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113527046103064962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/dont-miss-this-story.html' title='Don&apos;t miss this story!'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113411846517045715</id><published>2005-12-09T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T00:54:25.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile usage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/image001.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/image001.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113411846517045715?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113411846517045715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113411846517045715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113411846517045715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113411846517045715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/mobile-usage.html' title='Mobile usage'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113387291563788406</id><published>2005-12-06T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T04:41:55.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs and cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dogncatzphotocollectionbyginnytwt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dogs and cats&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113387291563788406?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113387291563788406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113387291563788406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113387291563788406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113387291563788406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/dogs-and-cats.html' title='Dogs and cats'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113378531383467312</id><published>2005-12-05T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T04:21:54.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enigma songs..</title><content type='html'>Here is a place where we can download the mp3s of Enigma collections. I do not know anything about the licensing stuff. (It might be illegal to host or download from sites like this, but no info i have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hso.i12.com/Private/About_Me/MP3s_Gallore/Enigma/enigma.html"&gt;http://www.hso.i12.com/Private/About_Me/MP3s_Gallore/Enigma/enigma.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113378531383467312?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113378531383467312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113378531383467312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113378531383467312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113378531383467312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/enigma-songs.html' title='Enigma songs..'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113378354609824092</id><published>2005-12-05T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T03:52:26.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voice Of Enigma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Voice Of Enigma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening, this is the voice of Enigma&lt;br /&gt;In the next hour, we will take you with us into another world&lt;br /&gt;Into the world of music, spirit, and meditation&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the light, take a deep breath, and relax&lt;br /&gt;Start to move slowly, very slowly&lt;br /&gt;Let the rhythm be your guiding light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principles Of Lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A: Sadeness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procedamus in pace&lt;br /&gt;In nomine Christi, Amen&lt;br /&gt;Cum angelis et pueris, fideles inveniamur&lt;br /&gt;Attollite portas, principes, vestras,&lt;br /&gt;Et elevamini, portae aeternales,&lt;br /&gt;Et introibit Rex gloriae.&lt;br /&gt;Quis est iste Rex gloriae?&lt;br /&gt;Sade, dis-moi...&lt;br /&gt;Sade, donnes-moi...&lt;br /&gt;Procedamus in pace&lt;br /&gt;In nomine Christi, Amen&lt;br /&gt;Sade, dis-moi, qu'est-ce que tu vas chercher?&lt;br /&gt;Le bien par le mal? La vertue par le vice?&lt;br /&gt;Sade, dis-moi, pourquoi l'évangile du mal?&lt;br /&gt;Quelle est ta relígìon? Ou sont tes fidèles?&lt;br /&gt;Si tu es contre Dieu, tu es contre l'homme.&lt;br /&gt;Sade, es-tu diabolique, ou divin?&lt;br /&gt;Sade, dis-moi... Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;Sade, donnes-moi... Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;Sade, dis-moi... Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;Sade, donnes-moi... Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;Procedamus in pace&lt;br /&gt;In nomine Christi, Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;B: Find Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principles of lust are easy to understand&lt;br /&gt;Do what you feel, feel until the end&lt;br /&gt;The principles of lust are burned in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want, do it until you find love&lt;br /&gt;The principles of lust are easy to understand&lt;br /&gt;Do what you feel, feel until the end&lt;br /&gt;The principles of lust are burned in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want, do it until you find love&lt;br /&gt;I am to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Sadeness (Reprise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nemA ,itsirhC enimon nI&lt;br /&gt;rumainevni seledif ,sireup te silegna muC&lt;br /&gt;Sade, dis-moi...&lt;br /&gt;Sade, donnes-moi...&lt;br /&gt;Sade, dis-moi... Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;Sade, donnes-moi... Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;Sade, dis-moi... Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callas Went Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callas went away but her voice forever stay&lt;br /&gt;Callas went away, she went away&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Je relis sans cesse! Je devrais les detruires!&lt;br /&gt;Ces lettres, ces lettres! Ces lettres, ces lettres!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mea Culpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrie eleison&lt;br /&gt;Christe eleison&lt;br /&gt;Je ne dors plus (The time has come)&lt;br /&gt;Je te desire (The time has come)&lt;br /&gt;Prends-moi, je suis a toi&lt;br /&gt;Mea culpa&lt;br /&gt;Je veux aller au bout des mes fantasmes&lt;br /&gt;Je sais que c'est interdit&lt;br /&gt;Je suis folle, je m'abandonne&lt;br /&gt;Mea culpa&lt;br /&gt;Kyrie eleison&lt;br /&gt;Christe eleison&lt;br /&gt;Je suis la, et ailleurs&lt;br /&gt;Je n'ai plus rien&lt;br /&gt;Je deviens folle, je m'abandonne&lt;br /&gt;Mea culpa&lt;br /&gt;Je ne dors plus&lt;br /&gt;Je te desire&lt;br /&gt;Prends-moi, je suis a toi...&lt;br /&gt;Kyrie eleison&lt;br /&gt;Christe eleison&lt;br /&gt;Je suis la, et ailleurs&lt;br /&gt;Je veux tout&lt;br /&gt;Quand tu veux, comme tu veux&lt;br /&gt;Mea culpa&lt;br /&gt;Kyrie eleison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Voice &amp; The Snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first bowl on the earth&lt;br /&gt;The second bowl on the sea&lt;br /&gt;The third bowl on the rivers&lt;br /&gt;The fourth bowl on the sun&lt;br /&gt;The fifth bowl on the beast&lt;br /&gt;The sixth bowl on the stars&lt;br /&gt;The seventh bowl on the air&lt;br /&gt;And the earth turned grey&lt;br /&gt;The sea turned black&lt;br /&gt;The rivers turned red&lt;br /&gt;The sun turned cold&lt;br /&gt;The beast turned pale&lt;br /&gt;The stars turned fast&lt;br /&gt;The air turned to poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knocking On Forbidden Doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eia, ergo, Advocata nostra,&lt;br /&gt;illos tuos misericordes oculos ad nos converte.&lt;br /&gt;Et Iesum, benedictum fructum ventris tui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Back to the Rivers of Belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A: Way To Eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...quem quaerimus adjutorem, nisi te, Domine.&lt;br /&gt;Sancte Deus, Sancte Fortis, Sancte misericors Salvator,&lt;br /&gt;amarae morti ne tradas nos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the light, take a deep breath, and relax, relax...&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the light, relax, take a deep breath, relax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: The Rivers Of Belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to the rivers of belief&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to the rivers of belief, my friend&lt;br /&gt;I look inside my heart, I look inside my soul&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will return&lt;br /&gt;And when the Lamb opened the seventh seal, silence covered the sky&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to the rivers of belief&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to the rivers of belief, my friend&lt;br /&gt;I look inside my heart, I look inside my soul&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching out for you, let's hope one day&lt;br /&gt;We'll rest in peace on my rivers of belief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Cross Of Changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Cross Of Changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Chapter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came out from the deep to help and understand but not to kill&lt;br /&gt;It takes many lives till we succeed to clear the debts of many, many hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eyes Of Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alsyn gazryn zereglee, aduu shig mal shig torolzonoo khuoo.&lt;br /&gt;Alsyn gazryn zereglee, aduu shig mal shig torolzonoo khuoo.&lt;br /&gt;Je me regarde&lt;br /&gt;Je me sens&lt;br /&gt;Je vois des enfants&lt;br /&gt;Je suis enfant&lt;br /&gt;The eyes of truth are always watching you.&lt;br /&gt;Alsyn gazryn zereglee, aduu shig mal shig torolzonoo khuoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return To Innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love - Devotion&lt;br /&gt;Feeling - Emotion&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to be weak&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too proud to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just look into your heart, my friend&lt;br /&gt;That will be the return to yourself&lt;br /&gt;The return to innocence.&lt;br /&gt;(The return to innocence)&lt;br /&gt;And if you want, then start to laugh&lt;br /&gt;If you must, then start to cry&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself, don't hide&lt;br /&gt;Just believe in destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Don't care what people say&lt;br /&gt;Just follow your own way&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up, and use the chance&lt;br /&gt;To return to innocence.&lt;br /&gt;That's not the beginning of the end&lt;br /&gt;That's the return to yourself&lt;br /&gt;The return to innocence.&lt;br /&gt;(That's the return to innocence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Love You ... I'll Kill You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see love, I can see passion&lt;br /&gt;I feel danger, I feel obsession&lt;br /&gt;Don't play games with the ones who love you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I hear a voice who says:&lt;br /&gt;I love you...I'll kill you&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness, I feel loneliness in my room&lt;br /&gt;Look into the mirror of your soul&lt;br /&gt;Love and hate are one in all&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice turns to revenge and believe me&lt;br /&gt;You'll see the face who'll say:&lt;br /&gt;I love you...I'll kill you&lt;br /&gt;But I'll love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness, I feel loneliness in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Silent Warrior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago, for many years, white men came in the name of GOD.&lt;br /&gt;They took their land, they took their lives, a new age has just begun.&lt;br /&gt;They lost their GODS, they lost their smile, they cried for help for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;Liberty was turning into chains, but all the white men said: "That's the cross of changes."&lt;br /&gt;In the name of GOD - the fight for gold, these were the changes.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me - is it right - in the name of GOD, these kind of changes?&lt;br /&gt;They tried to fight for liberty, without a chance in hell, they gave up&lt;br /&gt;White men won in the name of GOD with the cross as alibi.&lt;br /&gt;There's no GOD who ever tried to change the world in this way.&lt;br /&gt;And for the ones who abuse His name, there'll be no chance to escape on judgment day.&lt;br /&gt;In the name of GOD - the fight for gold, these were the changes.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me - is it right - in the name of GOD, these kind of changes?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why the white man said: "That's the cross of changes"?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why, in the name of GOD - these kind of changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Dream Of The Dolphin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every color there's the light&lt;br /&gt;In every stone sleeps a crystal&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Shaman when he used to say:&lt;br /&gt;"Man is the dream of the dolphin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age Of Loneliness (Carly's Song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tosonguyn oroygoor toosrood&lt;br /&gt;Carly, don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;Life is crazy, life is mad&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Carly, don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;That's your destiny, the only chance&lt;br /&gt;Take it, take it in your hands&lt;br /&gt;Tosonguyn oroygoor toosrood&lt;br /&gt;Carly, don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;Life is crazy, life is mad&lt;br /&gt;Tosonguyn oroygoor toosrood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Out From The Deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came out from the deep to learn to love, to learn how to live&lt;br /&gt;We came out from the deep to avoid the mistakes we made.&lt;br /&gt;That's why we are here.&lt;br /&gt;We came out from the deep to learn and to understand, but not to kill&lt;br /&gt;It takes many lives till we succeed to clear the debts of many hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;That's why we are here.&lt;br /&gt;That's why we are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cross Of Changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you understand or if you don't&lt;br /&gt;If you believe or if you doubt&lt;br /&gt;There's a universal justice&lt;br /&gt;And the Eyes of Truth are always watching you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Roi Est Mort, Vive Le Roi!&lt;br /&gt;Le Roi Est Mort, Vive Le Roi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Roi Est Mort, Vive Le Roi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Ray Delta One, this is Mission Control. Roger you are one niner-three zero.&lt;br /&gt;Things are changing&lt;br /&gt;But nothing changes&lt;br /&gt;And still, there are changes&lt;br /&gt;Le roi est mort, vive le roi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Morphing Thru Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth, a biosphere. A complex, subtly-balanced life support system.&lt;br /&gt;...et turtur nidum, ubi reponat pullos suos:&lt;br /&gt;altaria tua, Domine virtutum, Rex meus, et Deus meus.&lt;br /&gt;We are floating over the line, let us follow our mind&lt;br /&gt;All our life we'll wait for the answer, and the question is: Why?&lt;br /&gt;If we're following our mind, we can glide into light&lt;br /&gt;No one knows if there'll be an answer while we're morphing thru time.&lt;br /&gt;We are floating over the line, let us follow our mind&lt;br /&gt;All our life we'll wait for the answer, and the question is: Why?&lt;br /&gt;(We're just travellers in endless space.)&lt;br /&gt;If we're following our mind, we can glide into light&lt;br /&gt;No one knows if there'll be an answer while we're morphing thru time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Of It's Kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is the father&lt;br /&gt;The second is the mother&lt;br /&gt;And the third is the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beyond The Invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look into the mirror&lt;br /&gt;See myself, I'm over me&lt;br /&gt;I need space for my desires&lt;br /&gt;Have to dive into my fantasies&lt;br /&gt;I know as soon as I'll arrive&lt;br /&gt;Everything is possible...&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one has to hide&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the invisible&lt;br /&gt;Sajaja brammani totari ta, raitata raitata, radu ridu raitata, rota&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Just feel and realize&lt;br /&gt;It is real and not a dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm in you and you're in me&lt;br /&gt;It is time&lt;br /&gt;To break the chains of life&lt;br /&gt;If you follow you will see&lt;br /&gt;What's beyond reality&lt;br /&gt;Ne irascaris Domine,&lt;br /&gt;ne ultra memineris iniquitatis.&lt;br /&gt;Ecce civitas Sancti facta est deserta:&lt;br /&gt;Sion deserta facta est:&lt;br /&gt;Jerusalem desolata est.&lt;br /&gt;Domus sanctificationes tuae et gloriae tuae...&lt;br /&gt;Sajaja brammani totari ta, raitata raitata, radu ridu raitata, rota&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Just feel and realize&lt;br /&gt;It is real and not a dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm in you and you're in me&lt;br /&gt;It is time&lt;br /&gt;To break the chains of life&lt;br /&gt;If you follow you will see&lt;br /&gt;What's beyond reality&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Just feel and realize&lt;br /&gt;It is real and not a dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm in you and you're in me&lt;br /&gt;It is time&lt;br /&gt;To break the chains of life&lt;br /&gt;If you follow you will see&lt;br /&gt;What's beyond reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was childish and unfair to you, my only friend&lt;br /&gt;I regret, but now it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I can't show you anymore, the things I've learned from you&lt;br /&gt;Cause life just took you away&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking why&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking why&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gives an answer&lt;br /&gt;I'm just asking why&lt;br /&gt;But someday, we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;And I'll ask you...&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask you why, why it has to be like this&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking you why, please give me an answer&lt;br /&gt;Many years of stupid fights til we accept to see&lt;br /&gt;How it was and would always be&lt;br /&gt;Why it has to be like this, why we don't realize&lt;br /&gt;Why we're too blind to see the one who's always on our side&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking why&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking why&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gives an answer&lt;br /&gt;I'm just asking why&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me why, why it has to be like this&lt;br /&gt;That the good ones disappear&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking you why&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking why&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking why&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gives an answer&lt;br /&gt;I'm just asking why&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows In Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- instrumental and voices -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Child In Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prasanna vadanaaM saubhaagyadaaM bhaagyadaaM&lt;br /&gt;hastaabhyaaM abhayapradaaM maNigaNair-&lt;br /&gt;naanaavidhair-bhuushhitaaM&lt;br /&gt;prasanna vadanaaM saubhaagyadaaM bhaagyadaaM&lt;br /&gt;hastaabhyaaM abhayapradaaM maNigaNair-&lt;br /&gt;naanaavidhair-bhuushhitaaM&lt;br /&gt;Puer natus est nobis, et filius datus est nobis&lt;br /&gt;cujus emperium super humerium&lt;br /&gt;prasanna vadanaaM saubhaagyadaaM bhaagyadaaM&lt;br /&gt;hastaabhyaaM abhayapradaaM maNigaNair-&lt;br /&gt;naanaavidhair-bhuushhitaaM&lt;br /&gt;Some day you came, and I knew you were the one&lt;br /&gt;You were the rain, you were the sun&lt;br /&gt;But I needed both cause I needed you&lt;br /&gt;You were the one I was dreaming of all my life&lt;br /&gt;When it is dark you are my light&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget who's always our guide...&lt;br /&gt;It is the child in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;T.N.T. For The Brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell your skin, feel your breath&lt;br /&gt;You on my side, I couldn't resist&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll understand some day&lt;br /&gt;What's the meaning of this crazy game?&lt;br /&gt;It is real and pure...&lt;br /&gt;T.N.T. for the brain&lt;br /&gt;If there's no pain, rules are still the same&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you, just lead me, I'm ready to play&lt;br /&gt;T.N.T. for the brain&lt;br /&gt;Don't be scared and have no fear&lt;br /&gt;I will show you what it means&lt;br /&gt;If there's no pain, rules are still the same&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you, just lead me, I'm ready to play&lt;br /&gt;T.N.T. for the brain&lt;br /&gt;Don't be scared, and have no fear&lt;br /&gt;I will show you what it means&lt;br /&gt;If there's no pain, rules are still the same&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you, just lead me, I'm ready to play&lt;br /&gt;T.N.T. for the brain&lt;br /&gt;What you feel is insane&lt;br /&gt;It is love and not a game&lt;br /&gt;If there's no pain, rules are still the same&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you, just lead me, I'm ready to play&lt;br /&gt;T.N.T. for the brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost Full Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- instrumental and voices -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Roundabout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a wheel of changes, but changes are life&lt;br /&gt;And someday we will have to say goodbye, but our spirit will survive&lt;br /&gt;Love is phasing, love is moving, to the rhythm of your sight&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness, I get closer to the crossing point of light&lt;br /&gt;Reason is lasting, passion is living, and dying is teaching us how to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prism Of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hunted by the future, will the future be my past?&lt;br /&gt;Or is time a fade-out picture of my everlasting cast?&lt;br /&gt;Love is phasing, love is moving to the rhythm of your sight&lt;br /&gt;...I get closer to the crossing point of light.&lt;br /&gt;Sanctus, Sanctus Dominus, Deus Sabaoth.&lt;br /&gt;Pleni sunt caeli et terra gloriae.&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna in excelsis. Benedictus...&lt;br /&gt;Let us try to live our lost illusions; they're the sun at night&lt;br /&gt;If we don't, we'll never taste the spice of life&lt;br /&gt;And when it seems that we're in a dead-end street, there's no reason to cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause we have a helping hand who's always aside&lt;br /&gt;Forever light.&lt;br /&gt;Sanctus, Sanctus Dominus, Deus Sabaoth.&lt;br /&gt;Pleni sunt caeli et terra gloriae.&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna in excelsis. Benedictus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Odyssey Of The Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.metsys troppus efil decnalab-yltbus ,xelpmoc A .erehpsoib a ,htraE&lt;br /&gt;!ior el EVIV ,trom tse ior eL&lt;br /&gt;segnahc era ereht ,llits dnA&lt;br /&gt;segnahc gnihton tuB&lt;br /&gt;gnignahc era sgnihT&lt;br /&gt;.orez eerht-renin eno era uoy regoR .lortnoC noissiM si siht ,enO atleD yaR-X&lt;br /&gt;There's no teacher who can teach anything new.&lt;br /&gt;He can just help us to understand the things we always knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Screen Behind The Mirror&lt;br /&gt;The Screen Behind The Mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closest approach to Earth: 34,600,000 miles&lt;br /&gt;Mean distance from the sun: 141,600,000 miles&lt;br /&gt;Period of rotation around the sun: 1.88089 years&lt;br /&gt;Sidereal rotation period: 24 hours, 37 minutes, 22.66 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Mean surface atmospheric temperature: -23 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Visual albedo: 0.159&lt;br /&gt;Pole star BD 52, degrees 2,880&lt;br /&gt;Visual magnitude at mean opposition: -2.01&lt;br /&gt;Mass: 0.1074&lt;br /&gt;Density: 3.93...&lt;br /&gt;o Fortuna, velut Luna, statu variabilis...&lt;br /&gt;Diameter: 0.532&lt;br /&gt;Inclination for equated orbit: 24.936 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Gravitational escape velocity: 3,121 miles per hour&lt;br /&gt;Inclination for orbit: 1....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Push The Limits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic instincts, social life&lt;br /&gt;Paradoxes side by side.&lt;br /&gt;Don't submit to stupid rules&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself and not a fool.&lt;br /&gt;Don't accept average habits&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart and push the limits.&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart and push the limits&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart and push the limits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gravity Of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Fortuna, velut Luna&lt;br /&gt;o Fortuna, velut Luna&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and smell what you don't see&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes ... it is so clear&lt;br /&gt;Here's the mirror, behind there is a screen&lt;br /&gt;On both ways you can get in&lt;br /&gt;Don't think twice before you listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Follow the trace for a new start&lt;br /&gt;What you need and everything you'll feel&lt;br /&gt;Is just a question of the deal&lt;br /&gt;In the eye of storm you'll see a lonely dove&lt;br /&gt;The experience of survival holds the key to the gravity of love&lt;br /&gt;o Fortuna, velut Luna&lt;br /&gt;The path of excess leads to the tower of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;The path of excess leads to the tower of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Try to think about it ...&lt;br /&gt;That's the chance to live your life and discover what it is&lt;br /&gt;What's the gravity of love&lt;br /&gt;o Fortuna, velut Luna&lt;br /&gt;Look around, just people, can you hear their voice&lt;br /&gt;Find the one who'll guide you to the limits of your choice&lt;br /&gt;But if you're in the eye of storm, just think of the lonely dove&lt;br /&gt;The experience of survival is the key to the gravity of love.&lt;br /&gt;o Fortuna, velut Luna&lt;br /&gt;o Fortuna, velut Luna&lt;br /&gt;o Fortuna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Smell Of Desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne dors plus&lt;br /&gt;Je suis folle, je m'abandonne&lt;br /&gt;Je ne dors plus&lt;br /&gt;Je suis a toi&lt;br /&gt;nemA ,itsirhC enimon nI&lt;br /&gt;The eternal flame will always burn&lt;br /&gt;Feel - understand - and learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Modern Crusaders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back, the time has come&lt;br /&gt;All the pain turns into love&lt;br /&gt;We're not submissive, we're not aggressive&lt;br /&gt;But they think we can't defend&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, join us, modern crusaders alive&lt;br /&gt;We have the power to face the future&lt;br /&gt;Cause we are the fighters, just fighting for our rights&lt;br /&gt;They're accusing, like always without knowing&lt;br /&gt;What is just fiction or what is the truth&lt;br /&gt;They have no mission, they have no passion&lt;br /&gt;But they dare to tell us what's bad and what's good!&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, join us, modern crusaders alive&lt;br /&gt;We are the power who'll face the future&lt;br /&gt;Cause we are the fighters just fighting for our rights&lt;br /&gt;est affectus, et defectus, semper in angaria&lt;br /&gt;quod per sortem sternit fortem, mecum omnes plangite!&lt;br /&gt;nunc obdurat et tunc curat, ludo mentis aciem&lt;br /&gt;egestatem, poverty, mecum omnes plangite!&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, join us, modern crusaders alive&lt;br /&gt;We are the power who'll face the future&lt;br /&gt;Cause we are the fighters just fighting for our rights&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, join us, modern crusaders alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traces (Light And Weight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- instrumental and voices -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Screen Behind The Mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the mirror, behind there is a screen&lt;br /&gt;Turn around, on both ways you can get in&lt;br /&gt;The experience of survival&lt;br /&gt;Look around just people, can you hear their voice&lt;br /&gt;Find the one who'll guide you to the limits of your choice&lt;br /&gt;The experience of survival&lt;br /&gt;Try to think about it...&lt;br /&gt;That's the chance to live your life and discover&lt;br /&gt;Try to think about it...&lt;br /&gt;The experience of survival&lt;br /&gt;The experience...&lt;br /&gt;The experience of survival&lt;br /&gt;The experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless Quest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- instrumental -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera Obscura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rewop eht evah eW&lt;br /&gt;evila sredasurc nredom ,su nioj ,pu dnatS&lt;br /&gt;...kniht yeht tuB&lt;br /&gt;evissergga ton er'ew ,evissimbus ton er'eW&lt;br /&gt;rewop eht evah eW&lt;br /&gt;evila sredasurc nredom ,su nioj ,pu dnatS&lt;br /&gt;sthgir ruo rof gnithgif tsuJ&lt;br /&gt;srethgif eht era ew esuaC&lt;br /&gt;Sors salutis, et virtutis, michi nunc contraria&lt;br /&gt;Hac in hora, sine nora, cordum pulsum tangite;&lt;br /&gt;quod per sortem sternit fortem, mecum omnes plangite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between Mind &amp; Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrie, Kyrie altissime.&lt;br /&gt;Kyrie, Kyrie altissime.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to find the balance when you are love.&lt;br /&gt;You're lost in the middle cause you have to decide between mind &amp; heart.&lt;br /&gt;Between mind &amp; heart.&lt;br /&gt;Heart is the engine of your body but brain is the engine of life.&lt;br /&gt;Between mind &amp; heart.&lt;br /&gt;Heart is the engine of your body but brain is the engine of life.&lt;br /&gt;Between mind &amp; heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence Must Be Heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into the others' eyes, many frustrations&lt;br /&gt;Read between the lines, no words, just vibrations&lt;br /&gt;Don't ignore hidden desires&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention, you're playing with fire&lt;br /&gt;Silence must be heard, noise should be observed&lt;br /&gt;The time has come to learn that silence...silence must be heard&lt;br /&gt;Or diamonds will burn, friendly cards will turn&lt;br /&gt;Cause silence has the right to be heard&lt;br /&gt;People talk too much for what they have to say&lt;br /&gt;Words without a meaning, they are fading away&lt;br /&gt;Silence must be heard, noise should be observed&lt;br /&gt;The time has come to learn, that silence...silence must be heard&lt;br /&gt;Or diamonds will burn, friendly cards will turn&lt;br /&gt;Cause silence has the right to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;Silence must be heard...&lt;br /&gt;Silence must be heard, noise should be observed (etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voyageur&lt;br /&gt;Voyageur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voyageur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viens chez moi voyageur&lt;br /&gt;Viens, viens voyageur&lt;br /&gt;Viens, viens chez moi voyageur&lt;br /&gt;Je t'attends, je t'attends, viens voyageur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incognito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a shadow on the wall&lt;br /&gt;If you come or if you go&lt;br /&gt;Who you are, nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Can't get behind…incognito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are capturing my soul&lt;br /&gt;If I want, or if I don't&lt;br /&gt;Not protected by the law&lt;br /&gt;But still… incognito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a shadow on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Free access around the world&lt;br /&gt;Who you are, nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Eyes without face… incognito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boum-Boum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes boum boum boum&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Heart's going boum boum boum&lt;br /&gt;Lost control what shall I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I wanna be your lover&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of our lives&lt;br /&gt;I could never miss again&lt;br /&gt;These loving eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes boum boum boum&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I feel that boum boum boum&lt;br /&gt;No control of what I'll do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity, complexity, oh what a tragedy&lt;br /&gt;Reality, insanity, strange normality&lt;br /&gt;Incredible, untouchable, but just visual&lt;br /&gt;And I want you, just you but natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes boum boum boum&lt;br /&gt;When any mind is touching you&lt;br /&gt;Inside that boum boum&lt;br /&gt;Only light inside my gloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Eclipse of Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles away from light at noon&lt;br /&gt;Total eclipse of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Many reasons to believe in life&lt;br /&gt;Just listen what it's telling you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and have a look inside&lt;br /&gt;Total eclipse of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Don't be childish, don't be so cruel&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling just lonely without… without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the wide horizons&lt;br /&gt;But debts have to be paid&lt;br /&gt;Our ways will cross again someday&lt;br /&gt;Believe, and come back to you…I'll see you soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time doesn't say hello&lt;br /&gt;Total eclipse of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Many nights in our lives before&lt;br /&gt;I was dreaming to be just beside…beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total eclipse of the moon…I'll see you soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look of Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come in and see the newest things&lt;br /&gt;Feel what just money can bring&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, that's the load of today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a problem, I can help&lt;br /&gt;Buy it and be yourself&lt;br /&gt;Cos you know, that's the look of today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many trends just fade away&lt;br /&gt;Before you can wear it, it's a passé&lt;br /&gt;But you know, that's the look of today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so stylish, you are so vain&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think you have no brain&lt;br /&gt;But you know, that's the look of today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow, in the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you, for all my life&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be Always on your side&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow, in the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll follow you, wherever life goes&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll always be aside&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow, in the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we don’t understand…&lt;br /&gt;Hell is happy, heaven is sad&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the result of our brain…&lt;br /&gt;Insane…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caravan of life&lt;br /&gt;By day and by night&lt;br /&gt;Every tile’s a part of life&lt;br /&gt;If it’s shadow, or if it’s light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you, even when the tide is high&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be always on your side&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow, in the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weightless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weightless, my baby's asleep&lt;br /&gt;Some things just disappear…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weightless, my baby's asleep&lt;br /&gt;Floating, dreaming&lt;br /&gt;No danger - just sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the sun, to find the one&lt;br /&gt;Who's giving you the wings to fly&lt;br /&gt;Following the sun, the golden one&lt;br /&gt;Losing sense for space and time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the waves of life&lt;br /&gt;(Can you) hear the sigh of love&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the sun, just for the one&lt;br /&gt;Till you'll find the door you thought&lt;br /&gt;Following the sun, like everyone&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a sign of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a look up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;See the billion stars above&lt;br /&gt;Cos (maybe) on one of them&lt;br /&gt;You'll spend your further life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadeness part I&lt;br /&gt;Sadeness part I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadeness part I [Extended Trance Mix]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procedamus in pace&lt;br /&gt;In nomine Christi, Amen&lt;br /&gt;Cum angelis et pueris, fideles inveniamur&lt;br /&gt;Attollite portas, principes, vestras,&lt;br /&gt;Et elevamini, portae aeternales,&lt;br /&gt;Et introibit Rex gloriae.&lt;br /&gt;Quis est iste Rex gloriae?&lt;br /&gt;Sade, dis-moi...&lt;br /&gt;Sade, donnes-moi...&lt;br /&gt;Procedamus in pace&lt;br /&gt;In nomine Christi, Amen&lt;br /&gt;Sade, dis-moi, qu'est-ce que tu vas chercher?&lt;br /&gt;Le bien par le mal? La vertue par le vice?&lt;br /&gt;Sade, dis-moi, pourquoi l'évangile du mal?&lt;br /&gt;Quelle est ta relígìon? Ou sont tes fidèles?&lt;br /&gt;Si tu es contre Dieu, tu es contre l'homme.&lt;br /&gt;Sade, dis-moi, pourquoi le sang pour le plaisir, le plaisir sans l'amour?&lt;br /&gt;N'y-a-t'il plus de sentiment dans le culte de l'homme?&lt;br /&gt;Sade, es-tu diabolique, ou divin?&lt;br /&gt;Sade, dis-moi...&lt;br /&gt;Sade, donnes-moi...&lt;br /&gt;Sade, dis-moi... Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;Sade, donnes-moi... Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;Sade, dis-moi... Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadeness part I [Meditation Mix]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nemA ,itsirhC enimon nI&lt;br /&gt;rumainevni seledif ,sireup te silegna muC&lt;br /&gt;Attollite portas, principes, vestras&lt;br /&gt;Et elevamini, portae aeternales&lt;br /&gt;Et introibit Rex gloriae.&lt;br /&gt;Quis est iste Rex gloriae?&lt;br /&gt;Sade, dis-moi...&lt;br /&gt;Sade, donnes-moi...&lt;br /&gt;Sade...&lt;br /&gt;Sade, donnes-moi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadeness part I [Violent U.S. Remix]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procedamus in pace&lt;br /&gt;In nomine Christi, Amen&lt;br /&gt;Attollite portas, principes, vestras&lt;br /&gt;Et elevamini, portae aeternales&lt;br /&gt;Et introibit Rex gloriae.&lt;br /&gt;Quis est iste Rex gloriae?&lt;br /&gt;Sade, dis-moi, qu'est-ce que tu vas chercher?&lt;br /&gt;Le bien par le mal? La vertue par le vice?&lt;br /&gt;Sade, dis-moi, pourquoi l'évangile du mal?&lt;br /&gt;Quelle est ta relígìon? Ou sont tes fidèles?&lt;br /&gt;Si tu es contre Dieu, tu es contre l'homme.&lt;br /&gt;Sade, es-tu diabolique, ou divin?&lt;br /&gt;nemA ,itsirhC enimon nI&lt;br /&gt;rumainevni seledif ,sireup te silegna muC&lt;br /&gt;nemA ,itsirhC enimon nI&lt;br /&gt;Sade, dis-moi...&lt;br /&gt;Sade, donnes-moi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mea Culpa part II&lt;br /&gt;Mea Culpa part II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mea Culpa part II [Fading Shades Mix]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the light, take a deep breath, and relax&lt;br /&gt;Je ne dors plus&lt;br /&gt;Je te desire&lt;br /&gt;Je veux aller au bout des mes fantasmes&lt;br /&gt;Je sais que c'est interdit&lt;br /&gt;Prends-moi, je suis a toi&lt;br /&gt;Mea culpa&lt;br /&gt;Prends-moi, je suis a toi&lt;br /&gt;Mea culpa&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the light, take a deep breath, and relax, relax...&lt;br /&gt;Prends-moi, je suis a toi&lt;br /&gt;Mea culpa&lt;br /&gt;Prends-moi, je suis a toi&lt;br /&gt;Prends-moi, je suis a toi&lt;br /&gt;Mea culpa (etc.)&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the light, take a deep breath, and relax, relax...&lt;br /&gt;Prends-moi, je suis a toi&lt;br /&gt;Mea culpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mea Culpa part II [Orthodox Mix]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the light, take a deep breath, and relax&lt;br /&gt;Je ne dors plus&lt;br /&gt;Je te desire&lt;br /&gt;Je veux aller au bout des mes fantasmes&lt;br /&gt;Je sais que c'est interdit&lt;br /&gt;Prends-moi, je suis a toi&lt;br /&gt;Mea culpa&lt;br /&gt;Prends-moi, je suis a toi&lt;br /&gt;Mea culpa&lt;br /&gt;Prends-moi, je suis a toi&lt;br /&gt;Prends-moi, je suis a toi&lt;br /&gt;Mea culpa&lt;br /&gt;Je suis la, et ailleurs&lt;br /&gt;Je n'ai plus rien&lt;br /&gt;Je deviens folle&lt;br /&gt;Prends-moi, je suis a toi&lt;br /&gt;Mea culpa&lt;br /&gt;Prends-moi, je suis a toi&lt;br /&gt;Mea culpa (etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principles Of Lust&lt;br /&gt;Principles Of Lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principles Of Lust [Everlasting Lust Mix]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principles of lust are burned in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want, do it until you find love&lt;br /&gt;Feel your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;The principles of lust are easy to understand&lt;br /&gt;Do what you feel, feel until the end&lt;br /&gt;The principles of lust are burned in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want, do it until you find love&lt;br /&gt;Start to move slowly, very slowly&lt;br /&gt;I am to come...&lt;br /&gt;The principles of lust are easy to understand&lt;br /&gt;Do what you feel, feel until the end&lt;br /&gt;The principles of lust are burned in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want, do it until you find love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principles Of Lust [Omen Remix]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principles of lust are burned in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want, do it until you find love&lt;br /&gt;Feel your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;The principles of lust are easy to understand&lt;br /&gt;Do what you feel, feel until the end&lt;br /&gt;The principles of lust are burned in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want, do it until you find love&lt;br /&gt;I am to come...&lt;br /&gt;The principles of lust are burned in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want, do it until you find love&lt;br /&gt;I am to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rivers Of Belief&lt;br /&gt;The Rivers Of Belief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rivers Of Belief [Radio Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe in light, it's because of obscurity&lt;br /&gt;If you believe in joy, it's because of sadness&lt;br /&gt;And if you believe in God, it's because of the devil&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to the rivers of belief&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to the rivers of belief, my friend&lt;br /&gt;I look inside my heart, I look inside my soul&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will return&lt;br /&gt;And when the Lamb opened the seventh seal, silence covered the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to the rivers of belief&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to the rivers of belief, my friend&lt;br /&gt;I look inside my heart, I look inside my soul&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching out for you, let's hope one day&lt;br /&gt;We'll rest in peace, on my rivers of belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return To Innocence&lt;br /&gt;Return To Innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return To Innocence [380 Midnight Mix]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love - Devotion&lt;br /&gt;Feeling - Emotion&lt;br /&gt;That's not the beginning of the end&lt;br /&gt;That's the return to yourself&lt;br /&gt;That's not the beginning of the end&lt;br /&gt;That's the return to yourself&lt;br /&gt;The return to innocence&lt;br /&gt;The return to innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return To Innocence [Long &amp; Alive Version]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the beginning of the end&lt;br /&gt;That's the return to yourself&lt;br /&gt;The return to innocence.&lt;br /&gt;Love - Devotion&lt;br /&gt;Feeling - Emotion&lt;br /&gt;Love - Devotion&lt;br /&gt;Feeling - Emotion&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to be weak&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too proud to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just look into your heart, my friend&lt;br /&gt;That will be the return to yourself&lt;br /&gt;The return to innocence.&lt;br /&gt;If you want, then start to laugh&lt;br /&gt;If you must, then start to cry&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself, don't hide&lt;br /&gt;Just believe in destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Don't care what people say&lt;br /&gt;Just follow your own way&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up, and use the chance&lt;br /&gt;To return to innocence.&lt;br /&gt;That's not the beginning of the end&lt;br /&gt;That's the return to yourself&lt;br /&gt;The return to innocence.&lt;br /&gt;Don't care what people say&lt;br /&gt;Follow just your own way, follow just your own way&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up, don't give up&lt;br /&gt;To return, to return to innocence.&lt;br /&gt;If you want, then laugh&lt;br /&gt;If you must, then cry&lt;br /&gt;But be yourself, don't hide&lt;br /&gt;Just believe in destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eyes Of Truth&lt;br /&gt;The Eyes Of Truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eyes Of Truth [The Götterdämmerung Mix / The Twilight Of The Gods]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alsyn gazryn zereglee, aduu shig mal shig torolzonoo khuoo.&lt;br /&gt;machines that can electronically simulate drums...&lt;br /&gt;Alsyn gazryn zereglee...&lt;br /&gt;Alsyn gazryn zereglee...&lt;br /&gt;The eyes of truth are always watching you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age Of Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Age Of Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age Of Loneliness [Clubby Radio Edit]&lt;br /&gt;Age Of Loneliness [Enigmatic Club Mix]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tosonguyn oroygoor toosrood&lt;br /&gt;Carly, don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;Life is crazy, life is mad&lt;br /&gt;Carly don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;...the only chance&lt;br /&gt;Take it in your hands&lt;br /&gt;Tosonguyn oroygoor toosrood&lt;br /&gt;Tosonguyn oroygoor toosrood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age of Loneliness [Jam &amp; Spoon Remix]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tosonguyn oroygoor toosrood&lt;br /&gt;Tosonguyn oroygoor toosrood&lt;br /&gt;Tosonguyn oroygoor toosrood&lt;br /&gt;Carly, don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;Life is crazy, life is mad&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Carly, don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;That's your destiny, the only chance&lt;br /&gt;Take it, take it in your hands&lt;br /&gt;Tosonguyn oroygoor toosrood&lt;br /&gt;Tosonguyn oroygoor toosrood&lt;br /&gt;Tosonguyn oroygoor toosrood&lt;br /&gt;Tosonguyn oroygoor toosrood&lt;br /&gt;Carly, don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out From The Deep&lt;br /&gt;Out From The Deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out From The Deep [Rock Version]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came out from the deep&lt;br /&gt;We came out from the deep&lt;br /&gt;That's why we are here (the mistakes we made)&lt;br /&gt;That's why we are here.&lt;br /&gt;We came out from the deep&lt;br /&gt;We came out from the deep&lt;br /&gt;That's why we are here (the mistakes we made)&lt;br /&gt;That's why we are here.&lt;br /&gt;(the mistakes we made)&lt;br /&gt;...deep&lt;br /&gt;(the mistakes we made)&lt;br /&gt;That's why we are here (the mistakes we made)&lt;br /&gt;That's why we are here.&lt;br /&gt;(the mistakes we made)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out From The Deep [Trance Mix]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came out from the deep&lt;br /&gt;That's why we are here&lt;br /&gt;We came out from the deep to learn to love, to learn how to live&lt;br /&gt;We came out from the deep to avoid the mistakes we made&lt;br /&gt;That's why we are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond The Invisible&lt;br /&gt;Beyond The Invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light Of Your Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- instrumental and voices -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.N.T. For The Brain&lt;br /&gt;T.N.T. For The Brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.N.T. For The Brain [Midnight Man Remix]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell your skin, feel your breath&lt;br /&gt;You on my side, I couldn't resist&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll understand some day&lt;br /&gt;What's the meaning of this crazy game?&lt;br /&gt;It is real and pure&lt;br /&gt;T.N.T. for the brain&lt;br /&gt;T.N.T. for the brain&lt;br /&gt;Smell your skin, feel your breath&lt;br /&gt;You on my side, I couldn't resist&lt;br /&gt;T.N.T. for the brain&lt;br /&gt;T.N.T. for the brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravity Of Love&lt;br /&gt;Gravity Of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravity Of Love [Judgement Day Club Mix]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path of excess leads to the tower of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;o Fortuna, velut Luna&lt;br /&gt;o Fortuna, velut Luna&lt;br /&gt;The path of excess leads to the tower of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;o Fortuna...&lt;br /&gt;The path of excess leads to the tower of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;...velut Luna&lt;br /&gt;The path of excess (the path of excess) leads to the tower of wisdom (leads to the tower of wisdom).&lt;br /&gt;What's the gravity of love (gravity of...)&lt;br /&gt;What's the gravity of love (gravity of love)&lt;br /&gt;o Fortuna, velut Luna&lt;br /&gt;o Fortuna, velut Luna&lt;br /&gt;To the gravity of love&lt;br /&gt;o Fortuna... (what's the gravity of love) ...velut Luna&lt;br /&gt;o Fortuna, velut Luna&lt;br /&gt;What's the gravity of love&lt;br /&gt;o Fortuna, o Fortuna&lt;br /&gt;What's the gravity of love (gravity of...)&lt;br /&gt;o Fortuna, velut Luna&lt;br /&gt;What's the gravity of love&lt;br /&gt;o Fortuna...&lt;br /&gt;The path of excess...&lt;br /&gt;Gravity of love&lt;br /&gt;...leads to the tower of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;...velut Luna&lt;br /&gt;What's the gravity of love&lt;br /&gt;o Fortuna...&lt;br /&gt;Gravity of love&lt;br /&gt;The path of excess leads to the tower of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;...velut Luna&lt;br /&gt;What's the gravity of love&lt;br /&gt;Try to think about it... (gravity of...)&lt;br /&gt;That's the chance to live your life and discover what it is&lt;br /&gt;What's the gravity of love&lt;br /&gt;Try to think about it...&lt;br /&gt;That's the chance to live your life and discover what it is&lt;br /&gt;What's the gravity of love&lt;br /&gt;o Fortuna, (gravity of love)&lt;br /&gt;(What's the gravity of love)&lt;br /&gt;o Fortuna...&lt;br /&gt;Turn around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push The Limits&lt;br /&gt;Push The Limits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push The Limits [ATB Radio Remix]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push the limits&lt;br /&gt;Push the limits&lt;br /&gt;Basic instincts, social life&lt;br /&gt;Paradoxes side by side.&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart (social life)&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart (social life) and push the limits.&lt;br /&gt;Push the limits&lt;br /&gt;Basic instincts, social life&lt;br /&gt;Paradoxes side by side.&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart (social life)&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart (social life) and push the limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn Around&lt;br /&gt;Turn Around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn Around [Radio Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and I will show you something&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and you will see&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a roundabout, a kind of LSD&lt;br /&gt;Turn around, have faith in all the changes&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and you will feel&lt;br /&gt;No more age of loneliness, you are a part of me&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and I will show you something&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and I will show you something&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and I will show you something&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and you will see&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a roundabout, a kind of LSD&lt;br /&gt;Turn around, have faith in all the changes&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and you will feel&lt;br /&gt;No more age of loneliness, you are a part of me&lt;br /&gt;(Turn, turn around) Beyond the Invisible, Prism of Life&lt;br /&gt;(Turn, turn around) The Child in Us, Gravity of Love&lt;br /&gt;(Turn, turn around) Morphing Thru Time&lt;br /&gt;(Turn, turn around)&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and I will show you something&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and you will see&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a roundabout, a kind of LSD&lt;br /&gt;Turn around, have faith in all the changes&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and you will feel&lt;br /&gt;No more age of loneliness, you are a part of me&lt;br /&gt;The Screen Behind The Mirror, The Voice &amp; The Snake&lt;br /&gt;Principles of Lust, The Eyes of Truth&lt;br /&gt;T.N.T. for the Brain&lt;br /&gt;Ne irascaris, Domine.&lt;br /&gt;Ne irascaris, Domine.&lt;br /&gt;Ne irascaris, Domine.&lt;br /&gt;Ne irascaris, Domine.&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and I will show you something&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and you will see&lt;br /&gt;Life's like a roundabout, a kind of LSD (Turn, turn around)&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and I will show you something (Ne irascaris, Domine.)&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and you will see (Ne irascaris, Domine.)&lt;br /&gt;Life's like a roundabout, a kind of LSD (Turn, turn around)&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and I will show you something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn Around [Northern Lights Club Mix]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening&lt;br /&gt;This is the Voice of Enigma&lt;br /&gt;Feel your body&lt;br /&gt;Start to move slowly&lt;br /&gt;Let the rhythm be your guiding light&lt;br /&gt;Let the rhythm be your guiding light&lt;br /&gt;(Turn, turn around)&lt;br /&gt;(Turn, turn around)&lt;br /&gt;(Turn, turn around)&lt;br /&gt;Feel your body&lt;br /&gt;Start to move slowly&lt;br /&gt;Start to move slowly, very slowly&lt;br /&gt;The Screen Behind The Mirror, Voice and the Snake&lt;br /&gt;Principles of Lust, The Eyes of Truth&lt;br /&gt;T.N.T. for the Brain&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and I will show you something&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and you will see&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a roundabout, a kind of LSD&lt;br /&gt;Turn around, have faith in all the changes&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and you will feel&lt;br /&gt;No more age of loneliness, you are a part of me&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and I will show you something&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and you will see&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a roundabout, a kind of LSD&lt;br /&gt;Turn around, have faith in all the changes&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and you will feel&lt;br /&gt;No more age of loneliness, you are a part of me&lt;br /&gt;Let the rhythm be your guiding light&lt;br /&gt;Let the rhythm be your guiding light&lt;br /&gt;Let the rhythm be your guiding light&lt;br /&gt;Let the rhythm be your guiding light&lt;br /&gt;...be your guiding light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113378354609824092?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113378354609824092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113378354609824092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113378354609824092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113378354609824092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/voice-of-enigma.html' title='The Voice Of Enigma'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113352264952692512</id><published>2005-12-02T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T03:24:09.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress in work and life</title><content type='html'>A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. Offering his guests coffee, the lecturer went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups: porcelain, plastic, glass, some plain-looking and some expensive and exquisite, telling them to help themselves to hot coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the lecturer said: "If you noticed, all the nice-looking, expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the better cups and are eyeing each other's cups."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, if Life is coffee, then the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, but the quality of Life doesn't change. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it.So folks, don't let the cups drive you...enjoy the coffee instead"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113352264952692512?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113352264952692512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113352264952692512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113352264952692512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113352264952692512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/stress-in-work-and-life.html' title='stress in work and life'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113344498660059864</id><published>2005-12-01T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T05:49:46.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>largest snap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/largeImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/thoughts10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/thoughts9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/thoughts9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/thoughts6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/thoughts6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/thoughts8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/thoughts8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/thoughts7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/thoughts7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/thoughts2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/thoughts2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/thoughts1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/thoughts1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/thoughts5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/thoughts5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/thoughts4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/thoughts4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/thoughts3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/thoughts3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113344484806695098?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113344484806695098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113344484806695098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113344484806695098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113344484806695098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/nice-thoughts.html' title='nice thoughts..'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113344454654129901</id><published>2005-12-01T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T05:42:26.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/stpatrick1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/nature57.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/nature52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/nature52.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/nature58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/nature58.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/angel23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/angel23.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/nature50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/nature50.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/angel22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/angel22.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/nature43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/nature43.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/nature51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/nature51.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113344454654129901?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113344454654129901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113344454654129901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113344454654129901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113344454654129901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/nature.html' title='nature'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113344400489918898</id><published>2005-12-01T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T05:33:25.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sms</title><content type='html'>i love "u", I love "u", I love "u", I love "u", I love "u", I love "u", I love "u". Hey! Don't get excited, I love other alphabets too...v, w, x, y, z !&lt;br /&gt;Dark were those days, without your sight. When I was in darkness, you gave me light. You gave me strength 2 make life bright. Thank you so much PHILIPS TUBELIGHT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You. I Love You. I Love You. I Love You. I Love You. I Love You. I Love You. That's because Meneka Gandhi says "Love Animals" !&lt;br /&gt;A - U'r Attractive B - U'r D Best C - U'r Cute D - U'r Dear 2 me E - U'r Excellent F - U'r Funny G - U'r Gud Looking H - He He He I - I'm J - Just K - Kidding&lt;br /&gt;The animals of a jungle have decided to hold a meeting. The lion has come, the tiger has come, the elephant has come, the monkey has come.. But The meeting hasn't started. Guess why ? Because the Donkey is busy reading this SMS !&lt;br /&gt;Last nite I lay in bed, looking at the stars, the beautiful sky and the endless horizon.... and suddenly I thought... where the hell is my roof?&lt;br /&gt;You've got Sex Appeal... You've got Style... You've got Intelligence... You've got Class... You've got D Face... &amp; You've got D Body... &amp; I've got the wrong number! Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;This cat, is cat, a cat, good cat, way cat, to cat, keep cat, an cat, idiot cat, busy cat, for cat,20 cat, seconds cat !... Now read it without the word cat.&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi Hey to Khwab Hain, Khwab hain tu Manzilen Hain,Manzilen Hain to Rastay Hain Rastay Hain TU Mushkilen Hain our Mushkilen Hain Tu "Main Hoon Na"&lt;br /&gt;Vo aaj bhi hume dekh kar muskurate hain****Vo aaj bhi hume dekh kar muskurate hain****Yeh to unke bache hee kamine hain,****Jo Mamma-Mamma bulaate hain.&lt;br /&gt;Tussi Hasde yo sanu hasaan vaaste****tussi rone yo saanu rovaan vaaste****ek vaar rus ke ta vekho sohneyo****Marr javange tuhanu manaan vaaste&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Apni Surat ka kabhi to didaar de****tadap raha hu ab aur na intzaar de****Apni awaaz nahi sunani to mat suna****Kam se kam 1 Missed call hee maar de&lt;br /&gt;I've seen angels in the sky,****I've seen snow fall in July,****I've seen things you could only imagine to see or do,****But I still haven't seen anything sweeter than you!&lt;br /&gt;Ae dil kissi ki yaad mein rona fijul hai****ye aansoo bade anmol hain inhe khona fijul hai****royo to unke liye jo tum par nisaar hain****unke liye kya rona jinke aashiq hazaar hain&lt;br /&gt;Hi Vajpaye needs 500 donkeys to attack on Pakistan.****499 ja chuke, message milte hi niklo&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with your cell every time i call a voice comes****that the subscriber u have dialed is a monkey****plz contact zoo for detail&lt;br /&gt;Teri aankain jhuki jhuki****tera chehra khila khila****jab tere chehre per haath ghumaya ****to aadha kilo fair &amp; lovely mila&lt;br /&gt;Vo sochte honge usko aksar,****jo hamein unke salaam de jaati hai,****vo kya jaane unhein choone waali hawa bhi,****hamein unke saare paigaam de jaai hai!&lt;br /&gt;Someday u may lose ur hair.****u may lose ur teeth- ur money &amp; even lose ur mind.****But 1 thing u will never loose is ur good looks.****coz u cant lose wot u don't have!&lt;br /&gt;You look so fine!I want to...****break your heart and give you mine&lt;br /&gt;You are like the sunshine so warm,****you are like sugar, so sweet...****you are like you...****and that's the reason why I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Love is like war...****Easy to start...****Difficult to end...****Impossible to forget&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight****or do I have to walk by again??&lt;br /&gt;I've seen angels in the sky,****I've seen snow fall in July,****I've seen things you could only imagine to see or do,****But I still haven't seen anything sweeter than you!&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is not like Nokia...Connecting People****Kiss is not like Nike..Just Do It.****Kiss is not like Pepsi..Yeh Dil Maange More****But Kiss is like Pan Parag..Ek Se Mera Kya Hoga&lt;br /&gt;TUSI bade hi gr8 ho,****RASGULLE ki pl8 ho,****PEPSI ka cr8 ho,****ANDE ka oml8 ho,****SMS KARNE ME bade le8 ho,****JALEBI ki tarah stra8 ho,****KHER jo bhi ho mere fevr8 ho...!&lt;br /&gt;Mandir mein jaap karta hoon,****Masjid mein adaab karta hoon,****Insaan se kahin bhagwan na ban jaun****isliye roz tujhko SMS karke paap karta hoon&lt;br /&gt;A Friend is Sweet when its NEW****Its Sweeter when its TRUE****But you know that its the sweetest when it is U&lt;br /&gt;Mohit uncle mujhe na Bandar dekhna hai ****Mohit : - Beta vo abhi SMS Type raha hai.&lt;br /&gt;Phoolon se khoobsurat koi nahi.****Sagar se gahra koi nahi.****Ab aapki kya tarif karu...****Dosto me aap jaisa...Nalayak koi nahi!&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi jaise ek saza si ho gayi hai,****gamm ke saagar me is kadar kho gayi hai,****tum kar do ek SMS yeh gujarish hai meri,****tumari SMS ki adat si ho gayi hai.&lt;br /&gt;God created the earth,****God created the woods, ****God created you too, ****but yes, even God makes mistakes!&lt;br /&gt;SMS FRIENDSHIP TEXT&lt;br /&gt;Flowers need sunshine, violets need dew, all angels in heaven know I need u. years may fly, tears may dry, but my friendship with u will never die.&lt;br /&gt;One day u will ask me: What is more important to you, me or your life? I will say: my life? You will walk away from me without knowing that U R MY LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Feel good when somebody Miss u. Feel better when somebody Loves u. But feel best when somebody never forgets u.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is sweet when its new?.but it is sweeter when its TRUE! But u know what?  Its sweetest when its you.&lt;br /&gt;A friend gives hope when life is low, a friend is a place when you have nowhere to go, a friend is honest, a friend is true. A friend is precious a friend is u.&lt;br /&gt;If kisses were water, I will give u sea. If hugs were leaves, I will give u a tree.If u luv a planet, I will give u a galaxy, if friendship is life I will give u mine.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;People live People die People Laugh People Cry Some give up Some will try Some say hi Some say bye Others may forget YOU but never will I.&lt;br /&gt;If I were to be anything in this world?. I?d be ur tears!!!? So, I can be conceived in ur heart, born in ur eyes, live on ur cheeks &amp; die on ur lips!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;If u r a chocolate ur the sweetest, if u r a Teddy Bear u r the most huggable, If u are a Star u r the Brightest, and since u r my ?FRIEND? u r the ?BEST?!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;A special friend is rare indeed, it beems to be special breed, yes, perfect friends r very few, so lucky I m for having you. &lt;br /&gt;They say it takes a minute 2 fine a special person, an hour 2 appreciate them, a day 2 love them, but then an entire life 2 forget them.&lt;br /&gt;When God opened the window of the Heaven He asked me: What is your  wish for today? ?I said : please take special care of the person reading this!!!!!!!?&lt;br /&gt;Time might lead me to nowhere and faith might break into pieces but I will always be THANKFUL that once in my life?s journey we became FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;It takes half our life to find true friends  &amp; half of it keeping them.I am lucky to have spent less than half my life finding you &amp; wish to spend the rest keeping you.&lt;br /&gt;In my life I learned how? 2 love 2 smile 2 be happy 2 be strong 2 work hard 2 be honest 2 be faithful 2 forgive but I couldn?t learn how.. 2 stop rembering u.&lt;br /&gt;A memory lasts forever, and never does it die. True friends stay together and never say good bye.&lt;br /&gt;Always draw a circle around the ones you love, never draw a heart because hearts can be broken, but circles are never ending.&lt;br /&gt;U got style, u got sex-appeal, u got the intelligence and u sure got the body. Wait. Sorry, wrong number!&lt;br /&gt;Of all the gifts, big and small, your friendship is the greatest of them all.&lt;br /&gt;A ring is round and has no end, that's how long I'll be your friend!!!&lt;br /&gt;The morning is just a few moments away. Go to sleep and when you wake up, remember me as a friend who is always there for you and never let you down&lt;br /&gt;Yes, God made you first, but there is always a rough draft before the final copy.&lt;br /&gt;The NHS regrets to inform you that your birth was an accident. Please report to your nearest hospital to be put down. We apologize for any inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;If you are in trouble, If you need a hand, Just call my number, because I'm your friend!&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see your smiling face, I have to smile myself, because I like you, you're my friend!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia is not what it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;Those who think that things happen too fast are expected in a bank or a post office!&lt;br /&gt;Make your life a house your heart can live in. With a door that is open to receive friends. And a garden full of memories.... of many good things.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot buy friendship, you can earn it. If someone comes for help, be a true friend !&lt;br /&gt;A friend is always welcome ... Early in the morning or late at night. Time is of no importance ... When it concerns real friendship!!&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is a wonderful word, it might be the most beautiful one on earth. Friendship is something powerful, a gift of great value!&lt;br /&gt;No gold or precious stones ... give us happiness and peace, friendship and its warmth ... will bring it to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a big difference between friendship and a rose... Roses last only a while ... but friendship is for ever&lt;br /&gt;I asked God 4 a flower, he gave me a garden. Asked 4 a tree, he gave me a forest. Asked 4 a river, he gave me an ocean. Asked 4 a friend, he gave me you&lt;br /&gt;Friends are like stars... you don't see them all the time, but you know they're there!&lt;br /&gt;Life is not easy and it will never be, but you've got friends and one of them is me ...&lt;br /&gt;I must have been born under a lucky star , to find a friend as nice as you are. I will follow the rainbow to the end , if you promise to remain my friend !!!&lt;br /&gt;When friendship is deeply rooted, it is a plant that cannot even be uprooted by a storm....&lt;br /&gt;My "aim" in life is: die young when I am very old.&lt;br /&gt;When you are lazy, you cannot help it. When you are tired, that is your own fault.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who knows when you need her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ring is round and has no end, so is my love for you my friend.&lt;br /&gt;If my head looks like yours, I'd shave my rear end and walked on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;Mirrors should be able to think before reflecting the images.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who knows the song of your heart and who can sing it for you when you have forgotten it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Friend: someone who tells you things while you are alive, things that others tell after you die&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can eat and drink together, talk and laugh together, enjoy life together, but you are only real friends when you also cried together.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, whatever you do, may god's angels watch over you.&lt;br /&gt;Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver the other gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A little clown is living in my heart. Small and very special. It can dance and jump, laugh and sing. Are you in pain and you need to cry, come and borrow it!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I would not call myself important, but I am convinced that when I was not born, everyone would like to know why.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The only good thing about your own mistakes, is that is might make other people happy.&lt;br /&gt;Not the lack of love, but the lack of friendship makes marriages unhappy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I MaY Not Be a cLocK ThaT maY TexT yOu 24hrs a DaY But My HeArt Will bE LikE a CloCk ThAt will nOt sToP CarIng &amp; SayInG U r aLwaYs RemeMbEreD. TakE CaRe.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The times we shared is like shooting star... the time is short but really beautiful moments.... Forever engraved in our hearts.... Friends forever~!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;KeEping a FRIEND is As Difficult AS losing one. U sacrifice A lot To keep them. I may not have sacrificed enuf 4 u... but in my HEART I swear I'm keeping U..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We've known each other by CHANCE, became friends by CHOICE, still friends by DECISION. And when we say FRIEND FOREVER, that's definitely a lifetime PROMISE!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If friends were flowers I would not pick you! I'll let you grow in the garden &amp; cultivate you with love and care so I can keep you as a friend 4ever!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When i'm walking in front of u,I'm protecting u. When i'm beside u i'm there for u, when i'm behind u, I'm watching over u. When i'm alone,I'm thinking of u.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A ring is round and has no end.... and that's how long I'll be your friend.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is a gift that gold cannot buy, a blessing dats rare &amp; true, dats the gift of a wonderful friend like the friend dat i have in u!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wat u see as truth wat u see as lies remember that true friendship never dies although we may change &amp; drift apart, ill always value u deep within my heart!&lt;br /&gt;A friend is never a coincidence in your life, they are meant to enter your life to bring you joy and laughter. So, i will treasure the friendship between us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everyone hears what you say... Friends listen to what you say... Best friends listen to what you don't say...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Friends are like stars. You can't always see them, But you know they are always there for you...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As long as we have memories, yesterday remains; as long as we have hope, tomorrow awaits. As long as we have Friendship, each day is never a waste.&lt;br /&gt;Good frenz are like quilts... it never loses its warmth...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;GOD is so wise that he never created FRIENDS with pricetags, Because..... if He did, I can't afford a precious FRIEND like YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;thE tEst oF fRiEndsHip dOseN't cOmeS wHen u R 2GethEr. It cOmEs wHeN u ParT waYs &amp; u ReaLizE tHat dEsPitE tHe dIsTanCe, thE fRiEndshIp iS sTilL tHeRe...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSHIP is like a tree... It is not MEASURED on how TALL it could be, but is on how DEEP the ROOTS HAVE GROWN...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In this WORLD, where everything seems UNCERTAIN, only one thing is DEFINITE. You'll always be my FRIEND, beyond WORDS, beyond TIME &amp; beyond DISTANCE!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels, the kind that heaven sends. I'm surrounded by angels but I call them my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was choice, but falling in love with you was completely out of my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A memory lasts forever, and never does it die. True friends stay together and never say good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The ship that will never sink is my friendship with you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I met U as a stranger, I leave U as a friend, as long as the world stands, our friendship nv ends. All friends nv split N even if they do they will meet again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I always thought loving some1 was the greatest feeling, but I realised tat loving a friend is even better, we lose ppl we love but we never lose true friends.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;EveRyDay I seE LoTs oF StRangErS PasSiNg By mE, ThiS mAkeS mE reAlisED tHat, LifE woUlD be BORING, WiThoUt A FriEnD LiKE U...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We gain and lose things every day. But trust me on one thing: YOU WILL NEVER LOSE ME! I will always be there as a friend!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The times we shared is like shooting star... the time is short but really beautiful moments.... Forever engraved in our hearts.... Friends forever~!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We've known each other by CHANCE, became friends by CHOICE, still friends by DECISION. And when we say FRIEND FOREVER, that's definitely a lifetime PROMISE!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If friends were flowers I would not pick you! I'll let you grow in the garden &amp; cultivate you with love and care so I can keep you as a friend 4ever!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A ring is round and has no end.... and that's how long I'll be your friend.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSHIP isn't how U forGet but how U forGive, Not how U liSten but how U UnderStand, Not what U see but how U feel, and not how U Let Go but how U hold oN!!!&lt;br /&gt;True friends are like Diamonds... they are real and rare. False friends are like leaves... they are scattered everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;thE tEst oF fRiEndsHip dOseN't cOmeS wHen u R 2GethEr. It cOmEs wHeN u ParT waYs &amp; u ReaLizE tHat dEsPitE tHe dIsTanCe, thE fRiEndshIp iS sTilL tHeRe...&lt;br /&gt;GOD is so wise that he never created FRIENDS with pricetags, Because..... if He did, I can't afford a precious FRIEND like YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;Good frenz are like quilts... it never loses its warmth...&lt;br /&gt;As long as we have memories, yesterday remains; as long as we have hope, tomorrow awaits. As long as we have Friendship, each day is never a waste.&lt;br /&gt;Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;There is a gift that gold cannot buy, a blessing dats rare &amp; true, dats the gift of a wonderful friend like the friend dat i have in u!&lt;br /&gt;FriEndSHiP iS A PRiCeLeSs GiFt tHaT cAn'T Be BoUgHt Or SoLd, BuT To Have An UnDeRsTaNdiNg FriEnd iS FaR MoRe WoRtH tHaN GoLd~!&lt;br /&gt;If you need advice, text me... If you need a friend, call me... If you need me, come to me... If you need money... ........... THE SUBSCRIBER CANNOT BE REACHED!&lt;br /&gt;FriEndSHiP iS A PRiCeLeSs GiFt tHaT cAn'T Be BoUgHt Or SoLd, BuT To Have An UnDeRsTaNdiNg FriEnd iS FaR MoRe WoRtH tHaN GoLd~!&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSHIP isn't how U forGet but how U forGive, Not how U liSten but how U UnderStand, Not what U see but how U feel, and not how U Let Go but how U hold oN!!!&lt;br /&gt;True friends are like Diamonds... they are real and rare. False friends are like leaves... they are scattered everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;If you need advice, text me... If you need a friend, call me... If you need me, come to me... If you need money... ........... THE SUBSCRIBER CANNOT BE REACHED!&lt;br /&gt;Never say ur happy when ur sad? never say ur fine when ur not ok? never say u feel good when u feel bad?  and never say ur alone when I m still alive.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If I could pull down the rainbow I would write ur name with it &amp; put it back in the sky to let everybody know how colorful my life is with a friend like u!!&lt;br /&gt;Life is 4 u, death is 4 me, being happy is 4 u, being sad is 4 me, being together is 4 u, being lonely is 4 me, everything 4 u but u r 4 me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; If I m in hell &amp; u in heaven, I always look up &amp; be proud of u. but if I were In heaven &amp; u in hell, I beg God 2 send me down coz heaven wont be heaven without u.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Knowing a friend like u has made me happy in a million ways And if Ever I Have to Let you go???..I would Find a million reasons to make u stay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;How can u tell the rain not 2 fall when clouds exist? How can u tell the leaves not 2 fall when wind exist? How can u tell me not to fall in friendship when u exist.&lt;br /&gt;Wat u see as truth wat u see as lies remember that true friendship never dies although we may change &amp; drift apart, ill always value u deep within my heart!&lt;br /&gt;As long as we have memories, yesterday remains; as long as we have hope, tomorrow awaits. As long as we have Friendship, each day is never a waste.&lt;br /&gt;Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are like stars. You can't always see them, But you know they are always there for you...&lt;br /&gt;I want u 2 know that our friendship means a lot 2 me. U cry, I cry. U laugh.. I laugh. U jump out of d window.. I look down n then.. I laugh again.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Everyone hears what you say... Friends listen to what you say... Best friends listen to what you don't say...&lt;br /&gt;A friend is never a coincidence in your life, they are meant to enter your life to bring you joy and laughter. So, i will treasure the friendship between us.&lt;br /&gt;Never abandon old friends. They are hard 2 replace. Friendships is like wine: it gets BETTER as it grows OLDER. Just like us... i get BETTER, u get OLDER.&lt;br /&gt;There r many stars but the moon is u, there are many friends but the best is u,, To forget me that?s up to u,,, To forget u I will never ever do.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have seen angels in the sky? I have seen snowfall in july? I have seen things u only imAgine to see?  But I haven?t seen anything sweeter than u.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A day is going to end again. It is nice to have a friend like U making my everyday seems so great. Thank U my good friend lastly gd nite n sweet dreams...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Friends are like a head of hair. You might lose some, but with enough $money$ you can buy them back.&lt;br /&gt;Time might lead me to nowhere; Fate might break me apart; I'll always be thankful that once, along my life's journey I found a friend like U...&lt;br /&gt;6 rules to be HAPPY: Free your heart from hatred; Free your mind from worries; Live simply; Expect less; Give more &amp; Always have ME as UR FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;If U need a friend and there are a hundred steps between us, you can take the 1st step to get near me and i will take all 99 step to be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;Handsome, Sweet, Intelligent, Spontaneous, Good Looking, Nice Friends, Charming, Funny, well... Enough about ME! How about you?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The sun is glazing, upon the sunlight i see the path of our friendship shining brightly knowing that it is so great to have a friend like YOU! :)&lt;br /&gt;U may be out of my sight, but not out of my heart, U may be out of my reach but not out of my  mind.I may mean nothing to u but u will always be special to me!!&lt;br /&gt;SMS FUN GREETING TEXT&lt;br /&gt;BLINKING STARS&lt;br /&gt;FreNz r 4-evER liKE E starS taT kePt blinkin In E sky. THoUgh we MighT b Far Apart.. BUt I noE taT u r Still Near 2 Me WhnEveR I look up... Gd nite N sleep TiTE&lt;br /&gt;MASTER OF PUPPETS&lt;br /&gt;Master of puppets is pulling ur strings, twisting ur mind n smashing ur dreams. blinded by me, u can't c a thing when i count to 3 u shall fall asleep 1,2,3,Zzz&lt;br /&gt;SOMEWHERE OUT THERE&lt;br /&gt;somewhere out there beneath the pale moon light someone thinkin of u somewhere out there where dreams come true... nitenite &amp; sweet dreams 2 u&lt;br /&gt;THE SUN HAD RISED&lt;br /&gt;The sun had rised from the east &amp; birds r singing happily &amp; butterflies R around the flowers. It is time to wake up &amp; give a big yawning &amp; say gd morning to u..&lt;br /&gt;AS NITE FALLS&lt;br /&gt;As nite falls upon the land, it is time 2 Zz again. With the moon hangin in the starlit sky, i'm here 2 wish U NiteNite! Sweet dreams, cover blanket tight tight&lt;br /&gt; LAZY BONE WAKE UP!&lt;br /&gt;The sun has once brought brightness to earth! lazy bone. it's time 2 wake up gd morning...&lt;br /&gt; DRACULA KISS&lt;br /&gt;As u go 2 bed 2nite, I ordered bats 2 guard u tight. I told some ghosts to dance in white, &amp; 2 make sure u r alryt, i'LL ask dracula 2 kiss ur neck goodnight..&lt;br /&gt;Your soul came back from dreamland reunited with a sleeping senseless piece of yourself slowly open ur eyes realise its a brand new day. Good Morning.&lt;br /&gt; WINDOWS OF SOUL&lt;br /&gt;Tireness draws across the mind making the body fade flexibility n soon windows of soul begin 2 close N enter the dreamland! OYASUMINASAI! Sweet Dreams!&lt;br /&gt;COLD COLD NITE&lt;br /&gt;On this cold cold nite,in My small small rOOm,i Look At The Brite Brite StArS iN tHe DaRk DaRk sKy &amp; DrEaM of uR sWeet sWeet SmiLe on ur CuTe CuTe FaCe! GdNiTe!&lt;br /&gt;WASH UP&lt;br /&gt;Wash your face and wash your feet! Now itz time 2 fall asleep. Yours eyes are weak N mouth can't speak so hope tis nite shall b nice and sweet. Good Nite.&lt;br /&gt;NICE FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;A day is going to end again. It is nice to have a friend like U making my everyday seems so great. Thank U my good friend lastly gd nite n sweet dreams...&lt;br /&gt;STARS LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Stars light Stars bright u're the only Star I see tonite. I wish I may. I wish I might be there guarding ur dreams tonite, gd nite sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;I was looking out the windows thinking about the person I care most &amp; the person that came into my mind is U so juz wanna wish u good nite.......&lt;br /&gt;TIME 4 BED&lt;br /&gt;da starz r out, da moon is up, 1 more HUG, 1 more smile, KISS u once, KISS u twice, now itz time 4 bed. Close ur @@, n sleep tite!&lt;br /&gt;NO MATTER&lt;br /&gt;No matter the sky is black or blue, no matter there's stars or moon, as long as ur heart is true, sweet dreams will always be wif u. Gd Nite!&lt;br /&gt;GOOD MORNING&lt;br /&gt;The sun rises into the sky with the warmest smile, he wishes you a good morning, hoping that you have the perfect day. Take care &amp; miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I PRAY 4 YOU&lt;br /&gt;In tis lovely nite, I pray 2 the blue moon 2 protect U thru the nite, the wind 2 blow away ur stress N the twinkle stars 2 guide U the way, sweet dreams Gd Nite&lt;br /&gt;HELLO&lt;br /&gt;The Word 'Hello' means H=How R U? E=Everything all right? L=Like 2 hear 4rm U. L=Love 2 C U soon. O=Obviously, I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;NITE HAS END...&lt;br /&gt;Nite has end for another day, morning has come in a special way. May you smile like the sunny rays and leaves your worries at the blue blue bay.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD MORNING&lt;br /&gt;A night hug warms the heart, a night kiss brightens the day, and a good morning to start your day!&lt;br /&gt;MORNING GIFT&lt;br /&gt;Receive my simple gift of 'GOOD MORNING' wrapped with sincerity, tied with care and sealed with a prayer to keep u safe and happy all day long! Take Care!&lt;br /&gt;MORNING GREETING&lt;br /&gt;Morning greetings doesn't only mean saying Gd Morning, it has asilent message saying: I remember you when I wake up! Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;LyinG oN mY BeD, LoOkiN @ ThE CloCk, I nOe tAt iTs timE 2 zzz. I WonDeR HoW hAv U bEEn todaY... HopE Tat EveryTHinG is FInE.. 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cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/capricornus.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/aries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/aries.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113342868990685133?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113342868990685133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113342868990685133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113342868990685133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113342868990685133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/zodaic-signs.html' title='zodaic signs'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113327386383719757</id><published>2005-11-29T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T06:17:44.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/missyou10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/missyou10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/missyou9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/missyou9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/missyou6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/missyou6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/missyou8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/missyou8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/missyou5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/missyou5.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/missyou7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/missyou7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/missyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/missyou.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/missyou3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/missyou3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/missyou1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/missyou1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/missyou4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/missyou4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/missyou5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/320/missyou5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113327386383719757?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113327386383719757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113327386383719757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113327386383719757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113327386383719757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113291234693941533</id><published>2005-11-25T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T01:52:26.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Deal With Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wiki.ehow.com/Deal-With-Loneliness"&gt;How to Deal With Loneliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People feel lonely for a number of reasons, such as not having enough friends, not knowing how to be close to the people you know, or simply because being lonely is part of the human condition. Here's how to cope with loneliness when it comes your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Realize that we all get lonely. It doesn't mean there is anything wrong with you or that you have to stay lonely. We're particularly prone to loneliness when we're making transitions, especially for the better. If you're changing, such as exploring new alternatives and paths for yourself, you're bound to get a little lonely as you look for people who share your new interests and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;   2. Call or get together with the people you know, even if they aren't who you want to be with right now. Human contact makes more contact easier. This includes your mother and the guy at the deli counter. Talk until the feeling eases. Make as many calls as necessary.&lt;br /&gt;   3. Get involved in anything where you will meet people. If you are very shy, find a group for social anxiety, even if it has to be online (obviously it's better if it's not). Look on places like Craig's List for activities in your area. Volunteering can help.&lt;br /&gt;   4. Challenge yourself to take the initiative in social relationships whenever you can. YOU ask the person if they want to chat, get a coffee, whatever. Remember how much you like it when people are attracted to you.&lt;br /&gt;   5. Take risks about revealing yourself. Say what's on your mind, if it seems at all likely the other person will be receptive. It can hurt when it backfires, but it's worth it a million times over when it works out.&lt;br /&gt;   6. Befriend someone lonelier than you are. This will not be the last friend you make.&lt;br /&gt;   7. Remember that we are all alone inside our heads; we are born and die alone; it's nothing special. Every person who has ever lived has been lonely. Love wouldn't exist without loneliness to inspire it. Look at your loneliness with detachment.&lt;br /&gt;   8. Notice the difference between loneliness and solitude. Imagine this is the last day you will ever be alone. What would you do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Forget about the 'perfect' friend or lover. Connect with anyone around you.&lt;br /&gt;    * Set up social activities when you're not feeling lonely. Anticipate.&lt;br /&gt;    * Read literature and go to museums/theater/dance. Art reaches inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113291234693941533?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113291234693941533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113291234693941533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113291234693941533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113291234693941533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-to-deal-with-loneliness.html' title='How to Deal With Loneliness'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113272576942342761</id><published>2005-11-22T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:02:49.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4224/749/1600/quotes28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Afraid of what impression you will make? Follow these instructions and you'll surely be invited back for baked ziti dinner night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Dress to impress. Going to meet someone's parents in your vintage, hole-ridden, acid-washed jeans and Che Guevara t-shirt that you got from the thrift store the other day for three dollars probably won't get you their utmost respect. This doesn't mean wear a suit - just be presentable (e.g. a polo shirt or t-shirt that doesn't spread the Communist agenda).&lt;br /&gt;   2. Park your car in front of their house, and lock both doors. This will be explained later.&lt;br /&gt;   3. Be confident. When you meet them for the first time, give them a firm handshake. Nothing says "I can't take care of your daughter" more than a limp-noodle handshake. Not to mention, when it's firm, it shows you mean business. All men-who-mean-business use the firm shake, sometimes with an additional forearm grab. If you are feeling brave, throw in a pound. If you are feeling brave and foolish, try a low-five.&lt;br /&gt;   4. Make good conversation. One of the most pivotal parts of meeting anyone - parents, girls, the president - is the conversation. If you have mastered the art of conversation, you are a deadly force just waiting to disarm parents at every turn. Use anecdotes and, most importantly, well-timed (and appropriate) jokes. Timing is the key--an ill-timed comment could be the difference between "father-in-law" and "law-suit". Take lessons from your past experiences; i.e., look at your conversations with your ex-girlfriend's parents (see, that's EX-girlfriend for a reason).&lt;br /&gt;   5. Be prepared for the Q &amp; A session. There comes a time in every first meeting where you will be assaulted with questions that end only upon the submission of your manhood. It is very important to answer most of these questions in the affirmative, unless they begin with, "Have you ever...," "When is the last time you...," "Have you ever committed a felony..." - in which case it is best to use your discretion. Be warned that you may have to swallow your pride at times. By the end of this session, you will most likely feel out of breath, beaten, and less of a man - however, if done correctly, you will soon be on to step six. If not, a 'family emergency' might suddenly come up that somehow doesn't allow you to go out with your date tonight. You didn't even know she had an Uncle Pedro in Taipei, or that myxomatosis affected humans - but you hope he gets better soon.&lt;br /&gt;   6. Say farewell. This is the most relieving part of the entire parental-unit-meeting-situation, but only for the champions who have made it past the first five steps. Usually characterized by a dark, evil stare by the father as he opens the door to let you out, and accompanied by a "Have her home by ____," - in which case you respond you will have her home within plenty of time to make that deadline - this is the green-mile. Once you exit the door, it is imperative not to look back - because you know darn well that her parents are watching until you are out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;   7. Once you reach your car, be certain to unlock her door first, and open it for her. Turn around and flash her parents a smile while you close the door if you are feeling dangerous. Once you get in, make sure she is buckled-up and do the same, otherwise you will notice her father's face twist and distort behind the screen door. Finally, give a single-hand acknowledgment of her parent's presence behind their door, and drive away at no faster than fifteen miles-an-hour until you are out of their sight.&lt;br /&gt;   8. Congratulations! You've made it this far, the rest of the night is up to you. Good luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Always keep a smile on your face if possible.&lt;br /&gt;    * If she has a curfew, bring her home a little bit early. That shows the father that you respect his boundaries. After doing that a few times, you will be amazed when you hear from him, "Stay out as long as you want. We know that you are in good hands."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113220649287327653?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113220649287327653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113220649287327653' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113220649287327653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113220649287327653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-to-meet-your-girlfriends-parents.html' title='How to Meet Your Girlfriend&apos;s Parents'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113212001935261021</id><published>2005-11-15T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T21:46:59.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jai Chiranjeeva</title><content type='html'>Title:Jai Chiranjeeva(Man for the world)&lt;br /&gt;Cast:chiranjeevi,Bhoomika,Sameera Reddy,... &lt;br /&gt;Director: VijayaBhaskar&lt;br /&gt;Producer: AswaniDutt&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Introduction:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   There comes a stranger asking about Chiranjeevi's Shop, with his 50 yrs Old cycle to get repaired. Chiranjeevi's associates(tottigang including bramhanandam,Sunil,MS,Dharmavarapu) asks doesnt he know Chiranjeevi's greatness. &lt;br /&gt;Chiranjeevi is poor,runs a cycle shop in cyberabad.Lives in a little hut in Jubliee Hills. Tottigang and Chiranjeevi are like family members because they are Orphans. There comes Chiranjeevi on Enticer with Brand new crocodile shirt and Louis Philip trouser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a colorful song in Slum area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rowdies hit a small kid going on a cycle to school with their jeep. Chiranjeevi restrains them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There is a labor roadside gal  chukkama(Sameera reddy) stays opposite to chiranjeevi shop  . She will looking at chiranjeevi in a different way and aspires him to be her man. There is some 5 min time so called comedy between tottigang and chukkama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a dream song for chukkama and chiranjeevi in Mongolia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Acting in dramas is one of his hobbies and One peculiar behavior is a very specialist dancer. He will play the hero and the remaining characters by his tottigang and herione character by a stage artist. whenever he dances,rain will come(speciality of the hero). Chukkama was influenced by this peculiar dance from the begining. when the stage artist wasnt able to make out, chukkama plays the herione role which wants to be in real life also. &lt;br /&gt;Another dream song in Thar desert with rain effect. &lt;br /&gt;    As there are no rains in the Rayalaseema region, CM requests Chiranjeevi to go to rayalaseema region and do his special dance performance there. Rayalaseema people hearing to this news gathers in crowds of tens to see the dance. He dances the special dance but there is no rain, then comes from the crowd achary(Tanikella bharani).He says there is no rain because he hasnt performed the death ceremony of his legendary father who served that land and the poor people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interval:&lt;br /&gt;Flashback: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is son of the legend kodamasimham who with his dance will bring floods. kodamasimham is a leader of the tribes in the forest. He is happily married to his uncle's daughter and blessed with boy and girl.There comes godzilla which brought terrors into the lifes of the people,hearing their sorrows, kodamasimham starts hunting for godzilla to save the people. After the day search, getting tired rests himself under a tree. There comes the Godzilla, which is exactly above the tree under which he is taking rest. Suddenly it attacks, fortunately Kodamasimham friend chilaka(Parrot) shits on Kodamasimham. He readily fights with the mighty godzilla with single hand and says Kodamsimham tho pettukunte chachipotav. Godzilla throws big big trees targetting Kodamasimham,he manages to escape,after 5 min fight godzilla is killed with his penknife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a colorful song with a new heroine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He thought godzilla died, but it is injured. It damages the festive atmosphere and starts killing people. kodamasimham wife sacrifices her life to save their kid and eventually that kid was taken over by one of the tribal person and leaves the kid in a parked lorry.godzilla attacks  kodamasimham from the backside while we was saving people...atlast he will kill godzilla with a pen knife and in that battle loses his life........then the people will make chiru(son of the legendary kodamasimham) as the leader of that place .... &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;  US president daughter bhumika bush  visits india.there she came to know the heroic activities of the chiru and very much interested in him.the gal will fell in love with him...then she proposes him...chiru  wont agree first...then as we guess he  accepts....then he goes to US to talk to the president george bush...bush wont agree and will put him in jail for loving his daughter....while the presidents of the countries attend g-8 summit. presidents of countries are kidnapped by the people from the mars Chiranjeevi comes to know that presidents are kidnapped.within a min,he breaks all the shackles and escapes from the jail.chiru will go to NASA steals the rocket and flys to MARS.his rocket will be attacked by the aliens and  rocket will be blasted...dont worry...chiru wont die.....before the rocket is on fire,he jumps out of the rocket and will jump on to the venus...then chiru will build a rocket(with the basic knowledge of making cycle) within a day and leaves towards Mars...there he enters into the place silently...one by one ,he will kill everybody...he throws a boomrang that will releive the presidents from shackles...then chiru will kill all the people in the Mars...Chiru with all the presidents starts from Mars to earth...at that time the rocket willl be in trouble...the rocket will loses its direction and goes opposite to the direction of the earth...then Chiru will come out of the rocket with his body on the opposite side of the rocket and with all his strength turns the direction of the rocket and  drives the rocket to reach the earth safely . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    With Chiru's adventures the US president will give his daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chiranjeevi Comes out with his wife in banian and lungie and says namaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeevi Review: 4.5/5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Excellent movie with adventures,excellent songs in beautiful Slum,Mangolia.&lt;br /&gt; excellent photography especially fight with dinosaur and rcoket scene.&lt;br /&gt; Creativity of Chiranjeevi in preparing a Rocket.&lt;br /&gt; movie with patriotism included in the second half and great heroitic actions by father and son Characters done by Chiranjeevi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why he is called MEGA STAR (Mogaluturu to Erragadda Gone in Ambulance) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day....500 theatres.&lt;br /&gt;10 days...400 theatres.&lt;br /&gt;20 days...200 theatres.&lt;br /&gt;25 days...100 theatres.&lt;br /&gt;30 days...50 theatres.&lt;br /&gt;35 days...25 theatres.&lt;br /&gt;40 days..10 theatres&lt;br /&gt;45 days....5 theatres.&lt;br /&gt;47 days....1 theatre. &lt;br /&gt;48 day....No theatre. &lt;br /&gt;have a great day......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113212001935261021?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113212001935261021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113212001935261021' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113212001935261021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113212001935261021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/jai-chiranjeeva.html' title='Jai Chiranjeeva'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113154608684410321</id><published>2005-11-09T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T06:21:26.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear...</title><content type='html'>Dear Husband,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you for&lt;br /&gt;good.  I've been a good woman to you for seven years and I have&lt;br /&gt;nothing to show for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last two weeks have been hell.  Your boss called to tell me&lt;br /&gt;that you had quit your job today and that was the last straw.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, you came home and didn't notice that I had gotten my&lt;br /&gt;hair and nails done, cooked your favorite meal and even wore a&lt;br /&gt;brand new negligee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came home and ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep&lt;br /&gt;after watching the game. You don't tell me you love me anymore,&lt;br /&gt;you don't touch me or anything. Either you're cheating or you&lt;br /&gt;don't love me anymore, what ever the case is, I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you're trying to find me, don't.  Your BROTHER and I are&lt;br /&gt;moving away to West Virginia together!  Have a great life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Ex-Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ex-Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter.  It's&lt;br /&gt;true that you and I have been married for seven years, although a&lt;br /&gt;good woman is a far cry from what you've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch sports so much to try to drown out your constant nagging.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did notice when you cut off all of your hair last week.  The&lt;br /&gt;first thing that came to mind was "You look just like a man!", but&lt;br /&gt;my mother raised me to not say anything if you can't say anything&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused&lt;br /&gt;with MY BROTHER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep on you when you had on that new negligee because&lt;br /&gt;the price tag was still on it.  I prayed that it was a coincidence&lt;br /&gt;that my brother had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that&lt;br /&gt;morning and your negligee was $49.99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work&lt;br /&gt;it out.  So when I discovered that I had hit the lotto for ten&lt;br /&gt;million dollars, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to&lt;br /&gt;Jamaica.  But when I got home you were gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted.  My lawyer&lt;br /&gt;said with your letter that you wrote, you won't get a dime from&lt;br /&gt;me.  So take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this but Carl, my brother was&lt;br /&gt;born Carla.  I hope that's not a problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113154608684410321?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113154608684410321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113154608684410321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113154608684410321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113154608684410321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/dear.html' title='Dear...'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113116518050776602</id><published>2005-11-04T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T20:33:00.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poem on love</title><content type='html'>Its love that I live for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its love for which I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything on earth is worth standing for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my love for which I shall stand by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the tenderness of a woman’s bosom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When enraged could raise a tempest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And flourishes like the spring’s blossom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the millennia had withstood many tests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only love produces the courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In men who fight the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maidens with pure hearts and souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who give their life without a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything of this world is mortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except the love which is eternal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am proud to be a lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I have reason to live and die for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;courtesy: 360.yahoo.com, blog of priya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113116518050776602?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113116518050776602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113116518050776602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113116518050776602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113116518050776602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/poem-on-love.html' title='poem on love'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113110309645619911</id><published>2005-11-04T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T03:18:16.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeffrey Archer Books</title><content type='html'>http://rapidshare.de/files/1033215/Archer__Jeffrey_-_Kane_And_Abel.zip.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1033177/Archer__Jeffrey_-_A_Matter_of_Honor.zip.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1028462/Archer__Jeffrey__-_As_the_Crow_Flies.zip.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1192270/Jeffrey_Archer_-_A_Quiver_Full_Of_Arrows__txt_.txt.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1192249/Jeffrey_Archer_-_twelve_red_herrings_txt_.txt.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1192220/Jeffrey_Archer_-_To_Cut_A_Long_Story_Short_pdf_.pdf.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113110309645619911?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113110309645619911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113110309645619911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113110309645619911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113110309645619911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/jeffrey-archer-books.html' title='Jeffrey Archer Books'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113015659332225001</id><published>2005-10-24T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T05:23:13.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>messenger status quotes</title><content type='html'>If electricty comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moblie phones are the only subject on which men boast about who's got the smallest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend will bail u out of jail, but a best friend will be there with u saying, Damn that was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying is the first step towards failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hate me, I love you too. It ain't my fault I'm better than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are drinking to forget, pay in advance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about Common sense is that it's not very common&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Dont Like The Drugs, But The Drugs Like Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save a horse, ride a Cowboy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no stupid questions, just stupid people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl your parents warned you about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fat, but your ugly. I can diet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cool, I'm hot....I'm everything you're not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my phone number, can I have yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I were you, just so I could be friends with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night the moon said to me, if love makes you cry why dont you leave your lover. I looked back at moon and said would u ever leave your sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a good mood don't ruin it by chatting (BRB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn, the more I forget. So why would I learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:S When I first talked to you, I was afraid to hold u, when I held u, I was afraid to love u, now that I love you I am afraid to lose you! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L) Love is like quicksand… the deeper you fall in the harder it is to get out!(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like sand if you hold on too tight it might slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond was just a coal that did well under perssure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My calculations are U+ME=US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(B) Don’t drink and drive you could spill your drink! (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rich get richer and the poor get children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would tell ya to go to hell but all dogs go to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my advice...I don't need it anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat people are harder to kidnap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you know that I know that you think I'm the best, that's why you never tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're unique, just like everyone else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be impressed by anyone make yourself that people should be impressed by you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im like a parking ticket, I have 'FINE' written all over me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds are a girls best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is what keeps things from happening all at once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's lookin so fine, he's gonna be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know do not say, those who say do not know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The higher you are, the farther you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is someone who is there for you when he'd rather be anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more fish in the sea but watch out for tha sharks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask to be a princess... I asked to be a queen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hate me, i love you too. It ain't my fault i'm better than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a millionaire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your name was homework, I'd be doing you on my desk right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shortest word for me is I, the sweetest word for me is LOVE, but the only word for me is YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My mother told me not to talk to stranger, I odn't talk to myself anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step you take, Every move you make, I'll be missin' you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I go thru your closet...I need a halloween costume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only play soccer on days that end in y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people walk in and out of you life. But only friends leave footprints in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont steal, the government hates competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Not The Size Of The Boat its the motion of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SOOOO hot that when I go Outside The Snow Melts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Walk In The Room All The gUys Look In My Direction... BUt Can I Blame Them I'm Pure Prefection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet By Light..........Naughty By Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be men on dis earth ... what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it i must climb thousands of moutains to get to u and all u gotta do is smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love must be a game that I always loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on is simple... its what u leave behind thats so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a few second to say hello, but forever to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u cant deal wid it .. dont pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont walk in front of me ... i may not follow. dont walk behind me i may not lead, just walk beside me and be my buddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113015659332225001?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113015659332225001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113015659332225001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113015659332225001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113015659332225001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/10/messenger-status-quotes.html' title='messenger status quotes'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113015623219706067</id><published>2005-10-24T05:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T05:17:12.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chat abbreviations</title><content type='html'>Abbreviation   Meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3  heart&lt;br /&gt;404  I haven't a clue&lt;br /&gt;ADN  Any day now&lt;br /&gt;AFAIK  As far as I know&lt;br /&gt;AFK  Away from keyboard&lt;br /&gt;ARE  Acronym-rich environment&lt;br /&gt;ASAP  As soon as possible&lt;br /&gt;A/S/L?  Age/sex/location?&lt;br /&gt;B4N  Bye for now&lt;br /&gt;BAK  Back at the keyboard&lt;br /&gt;BAS  Big a** smile&lt;br /&gt;BBIAB  Be back in a bit&lt;br /&gt;BBL  Be back later&lt;br /&gt;BBN  Bye bye now&lt;br /&gt;BBS  Be back soon&lt;br /&gt;BEG  Big evil grin&lt;br /&gt;BF  Boy friend&lt;br /&gt;BFD  Big f***ing deal&lt;br /&gt;BFN  Bye for now&lt;br /&gt;BG  Big grin&lt;br /&gt;BIBO  Beer in, beer out&lt;br /&gt;BIOYIOP  Blow it out your I/O port&lt;br /&gt;BL  Belly laughing&lt;br /&gt;BMGWL  Busting my gut with laughter&lt;br /&gt;BOTEC  Back-of-the-envelope calculation&lt;br /&gt;BRB  Be right back&lt;br /&gt;BTA  But then again...&lt;br /&gt;BTDT  Been there, done that&lt;br /&gt;BTW  By the way&lt;br /&gt;BWL  Bursting with laughter&lt;br /&gt;BWTHDIK  But what the heck do I know...?&lt;br /&gt;CICO  Coffee in, coffee out&lt;br /&gt;C&amp;G  Chuckle and grin&lt;br /&gt;CNP  Continued in next post&lt;br /&gt;CRB  Come right back&lt;br /&gt;CRBT  Crying real big tears&lt;br /&gt;CU  See you&lt;br /&gt;CUL  See you later&lt;br /&gt;CUL8ER  See you later&lt;br /&gt;CYA  See ya&lt;br /&gt;CYA  Cover your ass&lt;br /&gt;CYO  See you online&lt;br /&gt;DBA  Doing business as&lt;br /&gt;DFLA  Disenhanced four-letter acronym (that is, a TLA)&lt;br /&gt;DL  Dead link&lt;br /&gt;DLTBBB  Don't let the bed bugs bite&lt;br /&gt;DIKU  Do I know you?&lt;br /&gt;DITYID  Did I tell you I'm distressed?&lt;br /&gt;DOM  Dirty old man&lt;br /&gt;DOS  Dozing off soon&lt;br /&gt;DQMOT  Don't quote me on this&lt;br /&gt;DTRT  Do the right thing&lt;br /&gt;DWB  Don't write back&lt;br /&gt;EG  Evil grin&lt;br /&gt;EMFBI  Excuse me for butting in&lt;br /&gt;EMSG  E-mail message&lt;br /&gt;EOM  End of message&lt;br /&gt;EOT  End of thread (meaning: end of discussion)&lt;br /&gt;ETLA  Extended three-letter acronym (that is, an FLA)&lt;br /&gt;F2F  Face to face&lt;br /&gt;FAQ  Frequently-ask question(s)&lt;br /&gt;FC  Fingers crossed&lt;br /&gt;FISH  First in, still here&lt;br /&gt;FLA  Four-letter acronym&lt;br /&gt;FMTYEWTK  Far more than you ever wanted to know&lt;br /&gt;FOMCL  Falling off my chair laughing&lt;br /&gt;FTBOMH  From the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;FUBAR  F***ed up beyond all repair or recognition&lt;br /&gt;FUD  Fear, Uncertainty, and Doubt&lt;br /&gt;FWIW  For what it's worth&lt;br /&gt;FYI  For your information&lt;br /&gt;G  Grin&lt;br /&gt;GA  Go ahead&lt;br /&gt;GAL  Get a life&lt;br /&gt;GIGO  Garbage in, garbage out&lt;br /&gt;GD&amp;R  Grinning, ducking, and running&lt;br /&gt;GF  Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;GFN  Gone for now&lt;br /&gt;GGP  Gotta go pee&lt;br /&gt;GIWIST  Gee, I wish I'd said that&lt;br /&gt;GL  Good luck&lt;br /&gt;GMAB  Give me a break&lt;br /&gt;GMTA  Great minds think alike&lt;br /&gt;GOL  Giggling out loud&lt;br /&gt;GTRM  Going to read mail&lt;br /&gt;GTSY  Glad to see you&lt;br /&gt;H&amp;K  Hug and kiss&lt;br /&gt;HAGN  Have a good night&lt;br /&gt;HAND  Have a nice day&lt;br /&gt;HHIS  Hanging head in shame&lt;br /&gt;HIG  How's it going&lt;br /&gt;HT  Hi there&lt;br /&gt;HTH  Hope this helps&lt;br /&gt;HUB  Head up butt&lt;br /&gt;IAC  In any case&lt;br /&gt;IAE  In any event&lt;br /&gt;IANAL  I am not a lawyer (but)&lt;br /&gt;IC  I see&lt;br /&gt;IGP  I gotta pee&lt;br /&gt;IHA  I hate acronyms&lt;br /&gt;IHU  I hear you&lt;br /&gt;IIRC  If I recall/remember/recollect correctly&lt;br /&gt;ILU or ILY  I love you&lt;br /&gt;IM  Immediate message&lt;br /&gt;IMCO  In my considered opinion&lt;br /&gt;IMHO  In my humble opinion&lt;br /&gt;IMing  Chatting with someone online usually while doing other things such as playing trivia or other interactive game&lt;br /&gt;IMNSHO  In my not so humble opinion&lt;br /&gt;IMO  In my opinion&lt;br /&gt;IMS  I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;IOW  In other words&lt;br /&gt;IPN  I'm posting naked&lt;br /&gt;IRL  In real life (that is, when not chatting)&lt;br /&gt;ITIGBS  I think I'm going to be sick&lt;br /&gt;IWALU  I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;IYSWIM  If you see what I mean&lt;br /&gt;J4G  Just for grins&lt;br /&gt;JBOD  Just a bunch of disks (like redundant array of independent disks, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;JIC  Just in case&lt;br /&gt;JK  Just kidding&lt;br /&gt;JMO  Just my opinion&lt;br /&gt;JTLYK  Just to let you know&lt;br /&gt;KISS  Keep it simple stupid&lt;br /&gt;KIT  Keep in touch&lt;br /&gt;KOTC  Kiss on the cheek&lt;br /&gt;KOTL  Kiss on the lips&lt;br /&gt;KWIM?  Know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;L8R  Later&lt;br /&gt;L8R G8R  Later gator&lt;br /&gt;LD  Later, dude&lt;br /&gt;LDR  Long-distance relationship&lt;br /&gt;LHO  Laughing head off&lt;br /&gt;LLTA  Lots and lots of thunderous applause&lt;br /&gt;LMAO  Laughing my a** off&lt;br /&gt;LMSO  Laughing my socks off&lt;br /&gt;LOL  Laughing out loud&lt;br /&gt;LRF  Little Rubber Feet (the little pads on the bottom of displays and other equipment)&lt;br /&gt;LSHMBH  Laughing so hard my belly hurts&lt;br /&gt;LTM  Laugh to myself&lt;br /&gt;LTNS  Long time no see&lt;br /&gt;LTR  Long-term relationship&lt;br /&gt;LULAB  Love you like a brother&lt;br /&gt;LULAS  Love you like a sister&lt;br /&gt;LUWAMH  Love you with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;LY  Love ya&lt;br /&gt;LY4E  Love ya forever&lt;br /&gt;MorF  Male or female&lt;br /&gt;MOSS  Member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;MOTOS  Member of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;MTF  More to follow&lt;br /&gt;MUSM  Miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;NADT  Not a darn thing&lt;br /&gt;NFG  No f*****g good&lt;br /&gt;NFW  No feasible way or no f*****g way&lt;br /&gt;NIFOC  Naked in front of computer&lt;br /&gt;NP or N/P  No problem&lt;br /&gt;NRN  No response necessary&lt;br /&gt;OIC  Oh, I see&lt;br /&gt;OLL  Online love&lt;br /&gt;OMG  Oh my God&lt;br /&gt;OTF  Off the floor&lt;br /&gt;OTOH  On the other hand&lt;br /&gt;OTTOMH  Off the top of my head&lt;br /&gt;PANS  Pretty awesome new stuff (as opposed to "POTS")&lt;br /&gt;PAW  Parents are watching&lt;br /&gt;PCMCIA  People can't master computer industry acronyms&lt;br /&gt;PDA  Public display of affection&lt;br /&gt;PEBCAK  Problem exists between chair and keyboard&lt;br /&gt;PIBKAC  Problem is between keyboard and chair&lt;br /&gt;PITA  Pain in the ass&lt;br /&gt;PM  Private message&lt;br /&gt;PMFJIB  Pardon me for jumping in but...&lt;br /&gt;POAHF  Put on a happy face&lt;br /&gt;::POOF::  Goodbye (leaving the room)&lt;br /&gt;POTS  Plain old telephone service&lt;br /&gt;PU  That stinks!&lt;br /&gt;QT  Cutie&lt;br /&gt;RL  Real life (that is, when not chatting)&lt;br /&gt;ROR  Raffing out roud (Engrish for "laughing out loud")&lt;br /&gt;ROTFL  Rolling on the floor laughing&lt;br /&gt;ROTFLMAO  Rolling on the floor laughing my a** off&lt;br /&gt;ROTFLMAOWPIMP  Rolling on the floor laughing my a** off while peeing in my pants&lt;br /&gt;ROTFLMBO  Rolling on the floor laughing my butt off&lt;br /&gt;RPG  Role-playing games&lt;br /&gt;RSN  Real soon now&lt;br /&gt;RT  Real time&lt;br /&gt;RTFM  Read the f***ing manual&lt;br /&gt;RYO  Roll your own (write your own program; derived from cigarettes rolled yourself with tobacco and paper)&lt;br /&gt;S^  S'up - what's up&lt;br /&gt;S4L  Spam for life (what you may get when you become someone's customer or client)&lt;br /&gt;SHCOON  Shoot hot coffee out of nose&lt;br /&gt;SEG  S***-eating grin&lt;br /&gt;SETE  Smiling ear to ear&lt;br /&gt;SF  Surfer-friendly (low-graphics Web site)&lt;br /&gt;SHID  Slaps head in disgust&lt;br /&gt;SNAFU  Situation normal, all f***ed up&lt;br /&gt;SO  Significant other&lt;br /&gt;SOL  Smilling out loud or sh*t out of luck&lt;br /&gt;SOMY  Sick of me yet?&lt;br /&gt;SOT  Short on time&lt;br /&gt;SOTMG  Short on time must go&lt;br /&gt;STFW  Search the f*****g Web&lt;br /&gt;STW  Search the Web&lt;br /&gt;SU  Shut up&lt;br /&gt;SUAKM  Shut up and kiss me&lt;br /&gt;SUP  What's up&lt;br /&gt;SWAG  Stupid wild-a** guess&lt;br /&gt;SWAK  Sealed with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;SWL  Screaming with laughter&lt;br /&gt;SYS  See you soon&lt;br /&gt;TA  Thanks again&lt;br /&gt;TAFN  That's all for now&lt;br /&gt;TANSTAAFL  There ain't no such thing as a free lunch&lt;br /&gt;TCOY  Take care of yourself&lt;br /&gt;TFH  Thread from hell (a discussion that just won't die and is often irrelevant to the purpose of the forum or group)&lt;br /&gt;TGIF  Thank God it's Friday&lt;br /&gt;THX  Thanks&lt;br /&gt;TIA  Thanks in advance (used if you post a question and are expecting a helpful reply)&lt;br /&gt;TILII  Tell it like it is&lt;br /&gt;TLA  Three-letter acronym&lt;br /&gt;TLK2UL8R  Talk to you later&lt;br /&gt;TMI  Too much information&lt;br /&gt;TNT  Till next time&lt;br /&gt;TOPCA  Til our paths cross again (early Celtic chat term)&lt;br /&gt;TOY  Thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;TPTB  The powers that be&lt;br /&gt;TTFN  Ta-Ta for now&lt;br /&gt;TTT  Thought that, too (when someone types in what you were about to type)&lt;br /&gt;TTYL  Talk to you later&lt;br /&gt;TU  Thank you&lt;br /&gt;TY  Thank you&lt;br /&gt;UAPITA  You're a pain in the ass&lt;br /&gt;UW  You're welcome&lt;br /&gt;VBG  Very big grin&lt;br /&gt;VBSEG  Very big s***-eating grin&lt;br /&gt;WAG  Wild a** guess&lt;br /&gt;WAYD  What are you doing&lt;br /&gt;WB  Welcome back&lt;br /&gt;WBS  Write back soon&lt;br /&gt;WDALYIC  Who died and left you in charge?&lt;br /&gt;WEG  Wicked evil grin&lt;br /&gt;WFM  Works for me&lt;br /&gt;WIBNI  Wouldn't it be nice if&lt;br /&gt;WT?  What/who the ?&lt;br /&gt;WTFO  What the F***! Over!&lt;br /&gt;WTG  Way to go!&lt;br /&gt;WTGP?  Want to go private?&lt;br /&gt;WU?  What's up?&lt;br /&gt;WYSITWIRL  What you see is TOTALLY WORTHLESS IN REAL LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;WUF?  Where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;WYSIWYG  What you see is what you get&lt;br /&gt;YBS  You'll be sorry&lt;br /&gt;YGBSM  You gotta be s***tin' me!&lt;br /&gt;YMMV  Your mileage may vary.&lt;br /&gt;YW  You're welcome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113015623219706067?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113015623219706067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113015623219706067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113015623219706067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113015623219706067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/10/chat-abbreviations_24.html' title='chat abbreviations'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-113015590438704107</id><published>2005-10-24T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T05:11:44.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chat abbreviations</title><content type='html'>Abbreviation   Meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3  heart&lt;br /&gt;404  I haven't a clue&lt;br /&gt;ADN  Any day now&lt;br /&gt;AFAIK  As far as I know&lt;br /&gt;AFK  Away from keyboard&lt;br /&gt;ARE  Acronym-rich environment&lt;br /&gt;ASAP  As soon as possible&lt;br /&gt;A/S/L?  Age/sex/location?&lt;br /&gt;B4N  Bye for now&lt;br /&gt;BAK  Back at the keyboard&lt;br /&gt;BAS  Big a** smile&lt;br /&gt;BBIAB  Be back in a bit&lt;br /&gt;BBL  Be back later&lt;br /&gt;BBN  Bye bye now&lt;br /&gt;BBS  Be back soon&lt;br /&gt;BEG  Big evil grin&lt;br /&gt;BF  Boy friend&lt;br /&gt;BFD  Big f***ing deal&lt;br /&gt;BFN  Bye for now&lt;br /&gt;BG  Big grin&lt;br /&gt;BIBO  Beer in, beer out&lt;br /&gt;BIOYIOP  Blow it out your I/O port&lt;br /&gt;BL  Belly laughing&lt;br /&gt;BMGWL  Busting my gut with laughter&lt;br /&gt;BOTEC  Back-of-the-envelope calculation&lt;br /&gt;BRB  Be right back&lt;br /&gt;BTA  But then again...&lt;br /&gt;BTDT  Been there, done that&lt;br /&gt;BTW  By the way&lt;br /&gt;BWL  Bursting with laughter&lt;br /&gt;BWTHDIK  But what the heck do I know...?&lt;br /&gt;CICO  Coffee in, coffee out&lt;br /&gt;C&amp;G  Chuckle and grin&lt;br /&gt;CNP  Continued in next post&lt;br /&gt;CRB  Come right back&lt;br /&gt;CRBT  Crying real big tears&lt;br /&gt;CU  See you&lt;br /&gt;CUL  See you later&lt;br /&gt;CUL8ER  See you later&lt;br /&gt;CYA  See ya&lt;br /&gt;CYA  Cover your ass&lt;br /&gt;CYO  See you online&lt;br /&gt;DBA  Doing business as&lt;br /&gt;DFLA  Disenhanced four-letter acronym (that is, a TLA)&lt;br /&gt;DL  Dead link&lt;br /&gt;DLTBBB  Don't let the bed bugs bite&lt;br /&gt;DIKU  Do I know you?&lt;br /&gt;DITYID  Did I tell you I'm distressed?&lt;br /&gt;DOM  Dirty old man&lt;br /&gt;DOS  Dozing off soon&lt;br /&gt;DQMOT  Don't quote me on this&lt;br /&gt;DTRT  Do the right thing&lt;br /&gt;DWB  Don't write back&lt;br /&gt;EG  Evil grin&lt;br /&gt;EMFBI  Excuse me for butting in&lt;br /&gt;EMSG  E-mail message&lt;br /&gt;EOM  End of message&lt;br /&gt;EOT  End of thread (meaning: end of discussion)&lt;br /&gt;ETLA  Extended three-letter acronym (that is, an FLA)&lt;br /&gt;F2F  Face to face&lt;br /&gt;FAQ  Frequently-ask question(s)&lt;br /&gt;FC  Fingers crossed&lt;br /&gt;FISH  First in, still here&lt;br /&gt;FLA  Four-letter acronym&lt;br /&gt;FMTYEWTK  Far more than you ever wanted to know&lt;br /&gt;FOMCL  Falling off my chair laughing&lt;br /&gt;FTBOMH  From the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;FUBAR  F***ed up beyond all repair or recognition&lt;br /&gt;FUD  Fear, Uncertainty, and Doubt&lt;br /&gt;FWIW  For what it's worth&lt;br /&gt;FYI  For your information&lt;br /&gt;G  Grin&lt;br /&gt;GA  Go ahead&lt;br /&gt;GAL  Get a life&lt;br /&gt;GIGO  Garbage in, garbage out&lt;br /&gt;GD&amp;R  Grinning, ducking, and running&lt;br /&gt;GF  Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;GFN  Gone for now&lt;br /&gt;GGP  Gotta go pee&lt;br /&gt;GIWIST  Gee, I wish I'd said that&lt;br /&gt;GL  Good luck&lt;br /&gt;GMAB  Give me a break&lt;br /&gt;GMTA  Great minds think alike&lt;br /&gt;GOL  Giggling out loud&lt;br /&gt;GTRM  Going to read mail&lt;br /&gt;GTSY  Glad to see you&lt;br /&gt;H&amp;K  Hug and kiss&lt;br /&gt;HAGN  Have a good night&lt;br /&gt;HAND  Have a nice day&lt;br /&gt;HHIS  Hanging head in shame&lt;br /&gt;HIG  How's it going&lt;br /&gt;HT  Hi there&lt;br /&gt;HTH  Hope this helps&lt;br /&gt;HUB  Head up butt&lt;br /&gt;IAC  In any case&lt;br /&gt;IAE  In any event&lt;br /&gt;IANAL  I am not a lawyer (but)&lt;br /&gt;IC  I see&lt;br /&gt;IGP  I gotta pee&lt;br /&gt;IHA  I hate acronyms&lt;br /&gt;IHU  I hear you&lt;br /&gt;IIRC  If I recall/remember/recollect correctly&lt;br /&gt;ILU or ILY  I love you&lt;br /&gt;IM  Immediate message&lt;br /&gt;IMCO  In my considered opinion&lt;br /&gt;IMHO  In my humble opinion&lt;br /&gt;IMing  Chatting with someone online usually while doing other things such as playing trivia or other interactive game&lt;br /&gt;IMNSHO  In my not so humble opinion&lt;br /&gt;IMO  In my opinion&lt;br /&gt;IMS  I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;IOW  In other words&lt;br /&gt;IPN  I'm posting naked&lt;br /&gt;IRL  In real life (that is, when not chatting)&lt;br /&gt;ITIGBS  I think I'm going to be sick&lt;br /&gt;IWALU  I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;IYSWIM  If you see what I mean&lt;br /&gt;J4G  Just for grins&lt;br /&gt;JBOD  Just a bunch of disks (like redundant array of independent disks, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;JIC  Just in case&lt;br /&gt;JK  Just kidding&lt;br /&gt;JMO  Just my opinion&lt;br /&gt;JTLYK  Just to let you know&lt;br /&gt;KISS  Keep it simple stupid&lt;br /&gt;KIT  Keep in touch&lt;br /&gt;KOTC  Kiss on the cheek&lt;br /&gt;KOTL  Kiss on the lips&lt;br /&gt;KWIM?  Know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;L8R  Later&lt;br /&gt;L8R G8R  Later gator&lt;br /&gt;LD  Later, dude&lt;br /&gt;LDR  Long-distance relationship&lt;br /&gt;LHO  Laughing head off&lt;br /&gt;LLTA  Lots and lots of thunderous applause&lt;br /&gt;LMAO  Laughing my a** off&lt;br /&gt;LMSO  Laughing my socks off&lt;br /&gt;LOL  Laughing out loud&lt;br /&gt;LRF  Little Rubber Feet (the little pads on the bottom of displays and other equipment)&lt;br /&gt;LSHMBH  Laughing so hard my belly hurts&lt;br /&gt;LTM  Laugh to myself&lt;br /&gt;LTNS  Long time no see&lt;br /&gt;LTR  Long-term relationship&lt;br /&gt;LULAB  Love you like a brother&lt;br /&gt;LULAS  Love you like a sister&lt;br /&gt;LUWAMH  Love you with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;LY  Love ya&lt;br /&gt;LY4E  Love ya forever&lt;br /&gt;MorF  Male or female&lt;br /&gt;MOSS  Member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;MOTOS  Member of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;MTF  More to follow&lt;br /&gt;MUSM  Miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;NADT  Not a darn thing&lt;br /&gt;NFG  No f*****g good&lt;br /&gt;NFW  No feasible way or no f*****g way&lt;br /&gt;NIFOC  Naked in front of computer&lt;br /&gt;NP or N/P  No problem&lt;br /&gt;NRN  No response necessary&lt;br /&gt;OIC  Oh, I see&lt;br /&gt;OLL  Online love&lt;br /&gt;OMG  Oh my God&lt;br /&gt;OTF  Off the floor&lt;br /&gt;OTOH  On the other hand&lt;br /&gt;OTTOMH  Off the top of my head&lt;br /&gt;PANS  Pretty awesome new stuff (as opposed to "POTS")&lt;br /&gt;PAW  Parents are watching&lt;br /&gt;PCMCIA  People can't master computer industry acronyms&lt;br /&gt;PDA  Public display of affection&lt;br /&gt;PEBCAK  Problem exists between chair and keyboard&lt;br /&gt;PIBKAC  Problem is between keyboard and chair&lt;br /&gt;PITA  Pain in the ass&lt;br /&gt;PM  Private message&lt;br /&gt;PMFJIB  Pardon me for jumping in but...&lt;br /&gt;POAHF  Put on a happy face&lt;br /&gt;::POOF::  Goodbye (leaving the room)&lt;br /&gt;POTS  Plain old telephone service&lt;br /&gt;PU  That stinks!&lt;br /&gt;QT  Cutie&lt;br /&gt;RL  Real life (that is, when not chatting)&lt;br /&gt;ROR  Raffing out roud (Engrish for "laughing out loud")&lt;br /&gt;ROTFL  Rolling on the floor laughing&lt;br /&gt;ROTFLMAO  Rolling on the floor laughing my a** off&lt;br /&gt;ROTFLMAOWPIMP  Rolling on the floor laughing my a** off while peeing in my pants&lt;br /&gt;ROTFLMBO  Rolling on the floor laughing my butt off&lt;br /&gt;RPG  Role-playing games&lt;br /&gt;RSN  Real soon now&lt;br /&gt;RT  Real time&lt;br /&gt;RTFM  Read the f***ing manual&lt;br /&gt;RYO  Roll your own (write your own program; derived from cigarettes rolled yourself with tobacco and paper)&lt;br /&gt;S^  S'up - what's up&lt;br /&gt;S4L  Spam for life (what you may get when you become someone's customer or client)&lt;br /&gt;SHCOON  Shoot hot coffee out of nose&lt;br /&gt;SEG  S***-eating grin&lt;br /&gt;SETE  Smiling ear to ear&lt;br /&gt;SF  Surfer-friendly (low-graphics Web site)&lt;br /&gt;SHID  Slaps head in disgust&lt;br /&gt;SNAFU  Situation normal, all f***ed up&lt;br /&gt;SO  Significant other&lt;br /&gt;SOL  Smilling out loud or sh*t out of luck&lt;br /&gt;SOMY  Sick of me yet?&lt;br /&gt;SOT  Short on time&lt;br /&gt;SOTMG  Short on time must go&lt;br /&gt;STFW  Search the f*****g Web&lt;br /&gt;STW  Search the Web&lt;br /&gt;SU  Shut up&lt;br /&gt;SUAKM  Shut up and kiss me&lt;br /&gt;SUP  What's up&lt;br /&gt;SWAG  Stupid wild-a** guess&lt;br /&gt;SWAK  Sealed with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;SWL  Screaming with laughter&lt;br /&gt;SYS  See you soon&lt;br /&gt;TA  Thanks again&lt;br /&gt;TAFN  That's all for now&lt;br /&gt;TANSTAAFL  There ain't no such thing as a free lunch&lt;br /&gt;TCOY  Take care of yourself&lt;br /&gt;TFH  Thread from hell (a discussion that just won't die and is often irrelevant to the purpose of the forum or group)&lt;br /&gt;TGIF  Thank God it's Friday&lt;br /&gt;THX  Thanks&lt;br /&gt;TIA  Thanks in advance (used if you post a question and are expecting a helpful reply)&lt;br /&gt;TILII  Tell it like it is&lt;br /&gt;TLA  Three-letter acronym&lt;br /&gt;TLK2UL8R  Talk to you later&lt;br /&gt;TMI  Too much information&lt;br /&gt;TNT  Till next time&lt;br /&gt;TOPCA  Til our paths cross again (early Celtic chat term)&lt;br /&gt;TOY  Thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;TPTB  The powers that be&lt;br /&gt;TTFN  Ta-Ta for now&lt;br /&gt;TTT  Thought that, too (when someone types in what you were about to type)&lt;br /&gt;TTYL  Talk to you later&lt;br /&gt;TU  Thank you&lt;br /&gt;TY  Thank you&lt;br /&gt;UAPITA  You're a pain in the ass&lt;br /&gt;UW  You're welcome&lt;br /&gt;VBG  Very big grin&lt;br /&gt;VBSEG  Very big s***-eating grin&lt;br /&gt;WAG  Wild a** guess&lt;br /&gt;WAYD  What are you doing&lt;br /&gt;WB  Welcome back&lt;br /&gt;WBS  Write back soon&lt;br /&gt;WDALYIC  Who died and left you in charge?&lt;br /&gt;WEG  Wicked evil grin&lt;br /&gt;WFM  Works for me&lt;br /&gt;WIBNI  Wouldn't it be nice if&lt;br /&gt;WT?  What/who the ?&lt;br /&gt;WTFO  What the F***! Over!&lt;br /&gt;WTG  Way to go!&lt;br /&gt;WTGP?  Want to go private?&lt;br /&gt;WU?  What's up?&lt;br /&gt;WYSITWIRL  What you see is TOTALLY WORTHLESS IN REAL LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;WUF?  Where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;WYSIWYG  What you see is what you get&lt;br /&gt;YBS  You'll be sorry&lt;br /&gt;YGBSM  You gotta be s***tin' me!&lt;br /&gt;YMMV  Your mileage may vary.&lt;br /&gt;YW  You're welcome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-113015590438704107?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113015590438704107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=113015590438704107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113015590438704107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/113015590438704107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/10/chat-abbreviations.html' title='chat abbreviations'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-112989938521508014</id><published>2005-10-21T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T05:56:25.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Husbands!</title><content type='html'>Have you cleaned the house? Is dinner ready? Have you fed the kids? Did you wash my clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the questions that women hear, day in and day out, from husbands who assert that wives are nothing more than servants and baby machines. But a wife is neither. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, amidst busy schedules on the parts of both women and men, some husbands forget the real reasons behind marriage and likewise the rights of their wives. Subsequently, they deprive themselves, their mates and their children of the happiness and tranquility that is the bedrock of a successful family. This unbalanced vision towards a couple's ideal relationship is bad enough to plunge the family into a situation laden with troubles and worries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even among religious families, you will find some husbands who still do not have a proper understanding of rights of their wives, nor a clear vision of the intended relationship between a married couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is both painful and distressing to see a Muslim husband practicing Allah's orders on the one hand, but forgetting to follow His guidance regarding how to treat his wife. Outside the home he is kind, patient and smiling. But, as soon as he returns home, the smiling face becomes angry and sad and the kindness and gentleness turn into nervousness and adversity. He starts shouting and screaming his orders at his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He forgets that although he faces many challenges and pressures outside the house, his wife can also be overwhelmed with the housework and her responsibilities to the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He forgets that she also needs rest after a long day of working. Although his duty is to work outside the house and to provide for his family, a wife's role inside the house is not any less important. On the contrary, her role is often more important as she is the one charged with raising the children and guarding the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often see this scenario: A wife feels tired and asks her husband to help her with the cleaning, washing or cooking. He refuses, as though it is shameful for a man to help his wife. Doesn't he know that Prophet Mohammad (SAW), the most beloved person to Allah (SWT), helped his wives with the housework? Doesn't he know that Omar Ibn al-Khattab provided recipes to a group of women in order to teach them how to cook? Could Omar teach others if he himself did not know how to cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No husband, regardless of how much work he has, can ever be busier than our Prophet (SAW) whose duty it was to spread Islam. Likewise, no one is busier than Omar who had to bear the responsibility of a Khalifah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shocks me to hear that some wives have never heard a loving or appreciative word from their husbands. When asked about the person he loved the most, the Prophet (SAW) did not hesitate to name his wife, A'ishah. Thus, he declared very clearly, that a husband should not be ashamed of loving his wife or even of declaring that love in front of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also painful to hear that some husbands do not speak to their wives or spend time with their families, under the pretenses of a busy schedule and da'wa work. While it is noble to be involved in da'wa outside the home, it is also necessary that the wife and children also be recipients of a husband's efforts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how married couples can live without ever talking or spending time together or how they can feel happiness and tranquility with this gap separating them. Who else can share in happiness and sadness better than one's wife? Who else can encourage one to confront the challenges of life with perseverance and patience? Who can listen and keep one's secrets better than a wife? Who can help renew iman and intentions better than a wife? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet (SAW) taught us that the best among men is the one who best treats his wife. Shouldn't we follow the Prophet's example in every issue of our lives? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet (SAW) spent time with his wives, talking to them, laughing with them, and even playing with them. He listened to his wife, Om Salama's (RAA), advice in the Hudaybiya conciliation, when she advised him to start shaving and butchering. It was her mature advice that solved the predicament and protected the Muslim nation. So why have we strayed from that example?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising children is not just the mother's job, as some mistakenly think. It is intended as a mutual responsibility to be shared by both parents. Everyone has his/her complimentary role to undertake regarding family. There is no doubt that the mother bears the bigger burden of responsibility, but the role of the father is likewise important and has tremendous effects on the stability of the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children need the presence and input of a father. They need him to ask them about their homework, help them memorize the Qur'an and understand religion. They need to feel that he is there for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear husbands, your wife is your partner, your other half and your life mate. She can be your hassanah in this world and "the blessing of your life," but only if you give her the chance to be. She is the one who can bring a smile to your face and dry the tears of pain from your eyes. She has the potential to provide your family with iman, happiness, encouragement, and patience in the face of challenges you may face. Your wife is always ready to sacrifice everything in order to bring happiness and success to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can claim that marriage is always blissful or that there will never be any hardships to face. But, if the basis of the relationship is strong and if each person has a clear vision of his partners' rights, then challenges can easily be overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not mean to blame all husbands for the problems facing couples today. I am addressing a specific type of husband within the Muslim community: the misinformed one who does not understand that a happier and stronger Muslim family can only be built under a strong partnership between the couple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-112989938521508014?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112989938521508014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=112989938521508014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/112989938521508014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/112989938521508014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-for-husbands.html' title='Just For Husbands!'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-112989919942293348</id><published>2005-10-21T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T05:53:19.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love?</title><content type='html'>A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on the road on a&lt;br /&gt;motorcycle... &lt;br /&gt;Girl: Slow down. Im scared. &lt;br /&gt;Guy: No this is fun. &lt;br /&gt;Girl: No its not. Please, its too scary! &lt;br /&gt;Guy: Then tell me you love me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down! &lt;br /&gt;Guy: Now give me a BIG hug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl hugs him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Can you take my helmet off &amp; put it on&lt;br /&gt;yourself ? Its bugging&lt;br /&gt;me. &lt;br /&gt;In the paper the next day A motorcycle had crashed into a&lt;br /&gt;building because of brake failure. Two people were on it,&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;only&lt;br /&gt;one had survived. &lt;br /&gt;The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;his brakes broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know&lt;br /&gt;Instead,&lt;br /&gt;he had her say she loved him &amp; felt her hug him one last&lt;br /&gt;time,&lt;br /&gt;then had her wear his helmet&lt;br /&gt;so that she would live even though&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;meant that he would&lt;br /&gt;die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is anyone in life you love this much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-112989919942293348?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112989919942293348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=112989919942293348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/112989919942293348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/112989919942293348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/10/love_21.html' title='love?'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-112979071748926123</id><published>2005-10-19T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:45:17.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F A M I L Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;F A M I L Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into a stranger as he passed by, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh excuse me please" was my reply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He said, "Please excuse me too; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't watching for you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very polite, this stranger and I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on our way and we said goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, at home a different story is told, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we treat our loved ones, young and old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, cooking the evening meal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son stood beside me very still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When I turned, I nearly knocked him down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Move out of the way," I said with a frown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He walked away, his little heart broken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not realize how harshly I had spoken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;While I lay awake in bed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's still small voice came to me and said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While dealing with a stranger, &lt;br /&gt;common courtesy you use, &lt;br /&gt;but the family you love, you seem to abuse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and look on the kitchen floor, &lt;br /&gt;you will find some flowers there by the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the flowers he brought for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, I felt very small, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now my tears began to fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quietly went and knelt by his bed; &lt;br /&gt;"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Are these the flowers you picked for me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked 'em because they are pretty like you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have yelled at you that way." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. &lt;br /&gt;I love you anyway." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Son, I love you too, &lt;br /&gt;and I do like the flowers, especially the blue." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FAMILY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company &lt;br /&gt;that we are working for could easily replace us in &lt;br /&gt;a matter of days. &lt;br /&gt;However, the family we left behind will feel the loss &lt;br /&gt;for the rest of their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more &lt;br /&gt;into work than into our own family, &lt;br /&gt;an unwise investment indeed, &lt;br /&gt;don't you think? &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/14894217-112979071748926123?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112979071748926123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=112979071748926123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/112979071748926123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/112979071748926123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/10/f-m-i-l-y.html' title='F A M I L Y'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-112963819129588351</id><published>2005-10-18T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T05:23:11.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain teasers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.people.cornell.edu/pages/bs16/brain_t-s.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;http://www.people.cornell.edu/pages/bs16/brain_t-s.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894217-112963819129588351?l=touching-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112963819129588351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894217&amp;postID=112963819129588351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/112963819129588351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894217/posts/default/112963819129588351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/10/brain-teasers.html' title='Brain teasers'/><author><name>Harinath Mallepally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13263604275213298262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://harinathreddy.googlepages.com/utopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894217.post-112963748801988652</id><published>2005-10-18T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T05:11:28.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration from a cracked pot</title><content type='html'>"A w
