<?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-125609714229647921</id><updated>2012-02-05T15:39:38.888+05:30</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Invincible'/><category term='Mediocrity'/><category term='bpo'/><category term='centre'/><category term='election'/><category term='success'/><category term='UFO'/><category term='anticipation'/><category term='call centre'/><category term='indians'/><category term='Change'/><category term='first'/><category term='globalisation'/><category term='india'/><category term='night life'/><category term='Patriots'/><category term='clinton'/><category term='Hollowness'/><category term='Ethnicity'/><category term='life'/><category term='presidental election'/><category term='obama'/><category term='haunted'/><category term='caritor'/><category term='Evolution'/><category term='call'/><category term='democrats'/><category term='one'/><category term='wrap'/><category term='new year'/><category term='nocturnal'/><category term='beginning'/><title type='text'>I,Me,Myself</title><subtitle type='html'>Sense The World Through My Eyes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-2647416337698177522</id><published>2011-12-18T19:32:00.021+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-19T00:13:01.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Scary Story..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j4tRs1cbjUQ/Tu4sn98ndNI/AAAAAAAAA_g/zZ8fPFNn4UI/s1600/Take%2BEvery%2BChance%2B-%2BDrop%2BEvery%2BFear.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j4tRs1cbjUQ/Tu4sn98ndNI/AAAAAAAAA_g/zZ8fPFNn4UI/s320/Take%2BEvery%2BChance%2B-%2BDrop%2BEvery%2BFear.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687532444570842322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I, Me, Myself"..sounds so self centric, I don't know how, I just named the page with the title ,some.. (am counting),ah!! 5 years ago . Seriously baffled,its passed five years since I typed my first alphabets on this page. Ha damn, so many many things have changed since . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just one thing that keeps adding to me as years go by , like an archive, "My Fears".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of prominent list of things I am scared of/used to be scared of :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Darkness - From the days I could remember.(Well,I was scared because I couldn't see anything , Hoof..!! why make big deal out of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ghosts- Never seen one,Heard lots of stories from my grandma though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. UFOs - Definitely Seen one, Believe me..!!.Watched almost every documentary &lt;br /&gt;available on the subject.We are prepared for your invasion, lets take them on blokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. End of the world - I thought the world would have ended by the year 2000 and I dint even have to give my 10 th std exams :), I am a dreamer, Good luck "2012".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Perfect beauty -  Beautiful girls scare me . I let the cat out of the bag :),Those perfect  slim curvy waists, those Big.. (Ah!! I meant the eyes), those flashy smile, it gets too hot to handle sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Death -  Okay..!! Thanks to Steve jobs and his speeches,Dr. Brian Weiss and his books and my two grandpas who passed away in the same year. good deal..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Humiliation - Ah big daddy of fears for cancerians.Okay..yeah.!! We are sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Bankruptcy - This is my new born baby, It was born ever since I realized, am becoming a hobbyist collecting credit cards .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Heights -  Why are acrophobic people looked as timid , I Just don't understand the logic behind someone leaning on seventh floor balcony with both the legs in air .That is no way heroic, what are they trying to prove?( you've gotten laid few too many times?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Beak-ups - The solution to this has been long discovered .Just Get Drunk..Man!! Lets go fishing tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Empathy -Ah, Why do I always have to keep wearing others shoes to know how they feel, So many of those shoes just doesn't fit me, my foot's gone sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this post with the fear that, I might just land up with one terrible post  for this entire year(Ha Ha..!! Killed this one atleast).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I got to hear a story , a very simple story,  heard it long back. It was almost bombarded in our minds in school , with speeches, skits, I remember every word of it.I never knew it had the capacity to scare the shit out of me when I grew bigger.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Am not a patron of biblical stories, somehow this a very scary stories ,atleast it sounds so when I grew big enough to understand it.Nah am not building up a suspense .&lt;br /&gt;Go read it if you haven't &lt;a href="http://www.stevepavlina.com/blog/2006/03/the-parable-of-the-talents/"&gt;" The parable of talents"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Fear of wasting resources. The price you pay for not multiplying your gains with the resource in  hand. And the worst ,the fear of even the little you have  being taken away from you, as a result of under-utilizing your assets granted to you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The one who has abundant, will be given more, the one who has little, will be taken away the little he has". (Sleeping with a monster under my bed was so much more better).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking myself, Am I making the best use of what I got? . The answer is always incomprehensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Ive grown up , so are my list of fears .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup,For now this is ultimate winner in my list of fears . " The essence of parable of talents".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booga-Vogaa,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-2647416337698177522?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2647416337698177522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=2647416337698177522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/2647416337698177522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/2647416337698177522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/12/scary-story.html' title='Scary Story..'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j4tRs1cbjUQ/Tu4sn98ndNI/AAAAAAAAA_g/zZ8fPFNn4UI/s72-c/Take%2BEvery%2BChance%2B-%2BDrop%2BEvery%2BFear.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-7747663033064899182</id><published>2011-02-13T22:45:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-14T00:25:55.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qI5cM-lUPSk/TVgiIKiVJRI/AAAAAAAAA8w/YDCZyrDQ0OM/s1600/Silhouette_Camouflage_by_vjun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qI5cM-lUPSk/TVgiIKiVJRI/AAAAAAAAA8w/YDCZyrDQ0OM/s320/Silhouette_Camouflage_by_vjun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573242062533633298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the middle of nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;Tied over the cliff,immobile,&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to free my self,&lt;br /&gt;A shine,brilliantly bright and yellow,&lt;br /&gt;Bright enough to choke my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I wink in agony,I could see none,&lt;br /&gt;I feel the heat of the light ,&lt;br /&gt;Skimming around my temples,&lt;br /&gt;A scintillating pain,&lt;br /&gt;Setting my survival instinct,&lt;br /&gt;I shout my gods name,&lt;br /&gt;Save me,take it all,&lt;br /&gt;Save me,just save me from whatever it may,&lt;br /&gt;I am muted, I cant hear my own voice,&lt;br /&gt;I jerk out with huge breath in,&lt;br /&gt;Thumping of my heart blocks my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run to her,I hold her hand,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for all , I said,&lt;br /&gt;Its was never meant to be that,&lt;br /&gt;I cup her face with my palms,&lt;br /&gt;Staring into those, feeble eyes,&lt;br /&gt;To make you feel me as your own,&lt;br /&gt;Lets Cuddle up like  kittens,&lt;br /&gt;Is this a smile? Is this a nod?&lt;br /&gt;We run, we run wildly,&lt;br /&gt;Over some endless stretch of sand,&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of owning her, to my self,&lt;br /&gt;Pars past thousand doses of dope,&lt;br /&gt;With her laughter echoing thorough the breeze,&lt;br /&gt;The word happiness sounds so obsolete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit something, Its painful,&lt;br /&gt;It radiates though my head,&lt;br /&gt;I hit the wood of my bed,&lt;br /&gt;Its just another instance,&lt;br /&gt;Of me sleeping over my trouble,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing somehow,someway,something,&lt;br /&gt;Would solve it for me, &lt;br /&gt;A dream within dream,&lt;br /&gt;From virtual pain to virtual pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;To Real pain ,the journey is mesmerizing,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to open my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I know it happened, I don't want come to alive,&lt;br /&gt;The silence of the night rings loud,&lt;br /&gt;Starring at the ceiling,exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-7747663033064899182?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7747663033064899182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=7747663033064899182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/7747663033064899182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/7747663033064899182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/02/me.html' title='Me..'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qI5cM-lUPSk/TVgiIKiVJRI/AAAAAAAAA8w/YDCZyrDQ0OM/s72-c/Silhouette_Camouflage_by_vjun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-912551586830332769</id><published>2010-05-08T12:28:00.022+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:12:56.489+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Will You Hop Over The Skies..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/S-Wmo2C7aNI/AAAAAAAAA5U/cjyEKtwL4B4/s1600/cyber-death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/S-Wmo2C7aNI/AAAAAAAAA5U/cjyEKtwL4B4/s320/cyber-death.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468960543144110290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                The most astonishing and exciting thing about life lies in its uncertainty.The temperament ,the courage and deep rooted  faith it takes to face the zone of darkness.Its sometimes like the game of Red Alert, the black clouds clear as and when you negotiate the path you choose to stroll. And some how some way you think the dots will connect and all that happens is for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Okay !! Okay !! Alright !! I could psych whats running on your mind!! HOOOF ..BOY!! DAMN!! . This guy started again with another post on  life and philosophy and brain twisting nonsense with crazy some nerdy concepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey listen..!! If You had  read my last post, I did try writing the most romantic poem of my life for the girl I thought was the most beautiful woman on the face of the planet, but then only to hear her say "I HATE YOU karthick"(I deliberately put my name in lowercase inside the  quotes to signify how small I felt when she uttered those words). So then what do you expect me to do.So I just thought, I could get back doing what I do best, write philosophies , make some pot stirring analysis on some crappy  stuff and discuss a prophecy on when the world is going to end and wish for the best that Mayans did get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But then since so may of my readers enjoyed reading my the last post of poetry  far more than what she did , I thought I could dump in a romantic love story which I have been chewing around my mind for quite sometime.This is not a true story but a story which is going to be true in the future. How do I know that this story is going to be true in the future?? Haven't you jerks heard about " Collective Unconsciousness" ,if not try searching Google or email me when your done reading the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt;His name was Hanshu, logged into the most asshole stuff ever invented in human history "The Internet". (  There are few profanities in post , reader discretion advised!!). Hanshu looks at his computer clock on his new classy "Ubantu" laptop, it reads Saturday, July, 6, 2335,( It also happens to be the 150th anniversary of the fall of Microsoft windows), waiting for his long time friend Violet whom he met 5 years ago. Her b`day is just 2 days away , its been a while since he realized that he had fallen in love with her ,so Hanshu plans to propose to her on her b`day with a surprise gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;                  The atmosphere outside is pale ,grey, acidic, corrosive and foggy, after world war 2.5 , the entire planet had transformed into a junk yard.People live in their enclosed capsules supplied with artificially generated oxygen and energy pills which keeps their organs pumping.The environment outside the capsule is venomous and lethal ,choked with deadly pollutants. Any one who ventures outside is certain to have their karmas evaluated by the gods of the heaven. Everything happens from within isolated the capsules in which the families live . Hanshu reports to his boss who is 9000 miles away in Princeton ,NJ and he works with his colleague Riya on joint project who stays few blocks away.Hanshu  had never shook a hand with his boss or colleague. Every coordination is done thought chats, sleekly  Cisco IP phones, and of course the old school emails.All communications between capsules, all socialization, friendships,work communications was all done digitally. No body gets to see anybody.No physical contacts,No eye contacts, its all ones and zeroes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Every family spends its lifetime earnings not a lavish wedding but to hire a capsule for the newly wedded couple and rent a corrosion resistant mobile vehicle to get the couples into their new homes to sustain their rudimentary code of life , "protect their species from extinction". That`s the only time in their life they actually makes physical contact with another human other than their immediate family within their own capsule .Until then its all webcams, phone flirts and digital kisses if you ever wanna  hit on somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     As Hanshu waits for Violet , his best friend for life, Shropa peeps online.Hanshu asks Shropa " Do u think she will accept my proposal?" . Shropa comforts Hanshu "Come on buddy stay cool, things will be okay!!Everybody goes through this". she assures him, she will right there with him throughout the ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Violet pops in and greets Hanshu with a big Haayieeee..!! Hanshu could help do anything but count his heartbeats, he tells violet he got special gift for her bday and he had written something special for her too. Violet, blushes on her cam and  says "Its ringing bells somewhere Hanshu, I will look forward for it".Hanshu too smiles and says good night to his sweet heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Big day, Hanshu hadn't  slept all night.He  had written a poetry for his sweetheart ,he had never done such romantic things before , he was nervous , excited, thrilled, and all elements that that makes a guy go weird .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Violet's name flashes towards right hand bottom of his screen, with a status message Busy. Hanshu retreats for sometime, and wonders "she is busy on her bday"?, and looks into the heavens , "God why this girls always have to be so crazy". He buzzes her gingerly, after an annoying multiple seconds, then up comes a reply " on phone 1 min plzz srry!". Hanshu replies " np wil wait :)". After a painful 4 mins 32 secs Violet buzzes back, " yeah tell me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanshu : " Haapy bday violet" :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet : "Hey thank U!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanshu :Hey  I got a gift for U..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet : Oh thank u . wats it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanshu : see this http://hanshuspeaks.blospot.com/poetryforu.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[after some 3 mins]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet : That was so so awesome Hanshu .Thats truly great work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanshu : I wrote it for U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet : for mee?? Great Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;[Hanshu Goes for the kill, with this heart in his mouth he tells her]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanshu : Violet I am deeply in in love with you , will you  marry me ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[he loved her with all his heart]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[after a brief pause...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet : heyyyy!!wat..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanshu: I mean " whats your problem violet" We are great friends and think we can be great couples too and I wanna  see you happy everyday in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet : Hey Hanshu, but i had never thought about all this, may be i should leave all this complication to "Nupes and Dupes" next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( "Nupes and Dupes" is an annual event  where parents looks for suitable partner for their children when a matrimony software from IBM  written in COBOL rips through their DB2 database to finds best match, based on the profile input.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanshu : hey violet , that's okay , but don't you think that's too random, hey you know me so well and we have been friends for so long and we both are like each other and we have so much in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet : Hey Hanshu my dads calling I got to go. I really don`t know what to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[She logs off without an answer]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;chapter 6 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Hanshu had the sleep of his life . He slept like a baby, he was so much relived that he let everything out. Next morning he wakes up and logs into his chat engine as usual, only to make his heart pound again , he sees violet .Hanshu makes a reluctant buzz.Violet says a "hi" . Hanshu asks violet " You dint answer me yet ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet : Hey Hanshu get this stupid thoughts out of your mind , I never saw you this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanshu : You never saw me tat way..? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet : Yeah Hanshu, just talking over this cams ,chats and phones and messages  doesn't not translate into love .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hanshu was too damn broke ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanshu : But then you atleast know me so much , but you never even know what that dumb asshole COBOL algorithm is gonna get for you , you just wanna go live with some random guy selected by a machine??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet : am perfectly okay with it.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanshu tried to convince violet , But in vain. So he just let her do what ever she wants to do  .Anything which keeps her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 7 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night with the thoughts of violet still lingering in this mind, He wondered why couldn't he make violet feel his true love. The hammer finally hit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlightenment was around the corner . He never got to look into her true eyes.He never made her listen to his true human voice. He never touched her hands.He never got sit close to her .He never hugged her .He never kissed her .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cried, tears rolled down his eyes , he wished he could lived like his ancestors. Hugging and kissing their loved ones like they once did. But he couldn't help it. He couldn't have ventured out to do this , as his ancestors had already eaten this planet. They have turned it into a piece of junk. He couldn't help but blame the humanity of the past. He wished he could lived those times when things were far more intimate and may be Violet could have felt his love better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtualism  was universal, the cards he sent , the gifts he gave , the talks he had, everything was graphical, everything was just polished binary ones and zeroes.Right from his boss ,his colleagues , his work, his best friend,his dear girl everything was real but yet so unreal. Everything was so physically present but so so far to be touched.Helplessness was omnipresent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lays on his bed looking over the false ceiling of his capsule with tears in his eyes , his eyelids give way for calm good night sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You jerks still dint get what I was trying to say..???Are you still waiting for the moral of the story..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Wake up you idiots , stop flirting online , stop going virtual, stop spending your life in front of a lifeless machine . you still have the chance to hug the person you love, to kiss them, show them what they mean to you. You still have real cards, real gifts and real flowers left.You are still 300 years away from this this gruesome situation.Go get real. Stop making proposals on phone . &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Commit your online suicide now.&lt;/span&gt; Are you still searching for the comment link to leave  me a comment on this post , you must be really kidding..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conceived and directed by,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[All characters in this post are purely fictional and yet to be true , if there are any resemblance to any real person or incident is purely coincidental and uncalled for.Usage of profanities in this post was purely for the purpose of the script of the story and not be taken personally]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Save Trees, Save Planet Earth " or "else you will not be able save even your gf/bf".(LOL..!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-912551586830332769?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/912551586830332769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=912551586830332769&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/912551586830332769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/912551586830332769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2010/05/will-you-hop-over-skies.html' title='Will You Hop Over The Skies..!!'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/S-Wmo2C7aNI/AAAAAAAAA5U/cjyEKtwL4B4/s72-c/cyber-death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-1767043638269308211</id><published>2009-10-22T12:05:00.025+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-05T19:40:26.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Colorful Tears...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5rvLZb36I/AAAAAAAAAkw/RErdO8dKN60/s1600-h/3d064e1b54645829376f8cd035e49a2f.gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5rvLZb36I/AAAAAAAAAkw/RErdO8dKN60/s320/3d064e1b54645829376f8cd035e49a2f.gif.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403875061148671906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#cc6600"&gt;How did you weigh,what you meant to me,&lt;br /&gt;I wished for a walk ,&lt;br /&gt;In the drizzle of the evening,&lt;br /&gt;Never alone but with you,&lt;br /&gt;I Wished,You gripped my fingers tight ,&lt;br /&gt;On the scariest  roller coaster ride,&lt;br /&gt;I wished together, To dream ,To star gaze,&lt;br /&gt;You are my music ,you are my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished ,I prayed, why wasn't I all along,&lt;br /&gt;Holding your tender young hand,&lt;br /&gt;Looking into ignorant wet eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Wiping your tears with mine every time ,&lt;br /&gt;Wished our touches healed our childhood aches,&lt;br /&gt;I  cry, I shout, "why god why?",&lt;br /&gt;Why did he deny such pleasures with you?&lt;br /&gt;How heavily did I sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your laughs ,your smiles ringing hard ,&lt;br /&gt;Still justifying all you did,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to understand ,it wasn't your fault,&lt;br /&gt;May be its my cascaded wrongs,&lt;br /&gt;I wish,I wake up in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;We are the lonely souls left,&lt;br /&gt;Atleast then you got to answer none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be its our crabby introvert-ism,&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't break our shells ,&lt;br /&gt;To swim in the undefined ocean,&lt;br /&gt;I wish our shells were brittle,&lt;br /&gt;And our armor of love, &lt;br /&gt;Strong enough to pulverize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still pondering how could,&lt;br /&gt;My affection translate into hatred,&lt;br /&gt;May be I was aggressively insensitive,&lt;br /&gt;But none were engaged to impart a scratch,&lt;br /&gt;Enmity &amp; Ego kill themselves between us,&lt;br /&gt;I saw you as shadow of my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Wished you realized close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of tears,&lt;br /&gt;Is that all you could grant ?&lt;br /&gt;I wished little more greedy,&lt;br /&gt;I wished you for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I get another chance,&lt;br /&gt;I learned it all now,&lt;br /&gt;Don`t go sit near impossible,&lt;br /&gt;Shy away ,Come sit next to me,&lt;br /&gt;That`s  all you will ever need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you all the while,&lt;br /&gt;In each being I meet,&lt;br /&gt;Jigsawing you around the clock,&lt;br /&gt;Every fickle of time we spent,&lt;br /&gt;Gave me the all the highs of life,&lt;br /&gt;I wish to hear you hum,&lt;br /&gt;That`s all I would ever need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all I wished,&lt;br /&gt;Its just one , I wish deep,&lt;br /&gt;I wish never to fade away,&lt;br /&gt;From  your thoughts of retention,&lt;br /&gt;But still, Of everything you spoke,&lt;br /&gt;Its one  phrase  that loops incessantly,&lt;br /&gt;"Chances are never given,I got take my own",&lt;br /&gt;I wish I want to,I don`t know I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&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/125609714229647921-1767043638269308211?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1767043638269308211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=1767043638269308211&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/1767043638269308211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/1767043638269308211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-did-you-weigh-what-you-meant-to-me.html' title='Colorful Tears...'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5rvLZb36I/AAAAAAAAAkw/RErdO8dKN60/s72-c/3d064e1b54645829376f8cd035e49a2f.gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-5663535337009799422</id><published>2009-07-25T18:37:00.023+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:10:56.010+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Incognito World....</title><content type='html'>Right from a very young age there is one thing I kept hearing all the time "Have Appreciation for the things around you",for the air you breath,food you eat and for all the gifts you have blessed with.By the time I was 15 this quotes virtually numbed my ears. May be its just that I grew up too skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;But then it also happened to be the time I grew up as a full time skeptic.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;           There was this chapter in my 10th std biology textbook on animal mimics.Why does a zebra have black &amp; white stripes, to create an illusion  ,Why are lions colored yellowish,because they can camouflage themselves in dry grassland bushes.O Really!!"I never knew that"!!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               It was not until some three months after later. I was spending some empty time in my school library I took up this giant book book on wildlife encyclopedia to my table to read(Of course there were quite a lot of sarcastic smiles seeing me carrying such a huge book).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was going through this chapter on natural selection. &lt;br /&gt;The two snaps which made me a full time skeptic in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5sxa_7JKI/AAAAAAAAAk4/i8Q_5WT_CA8/s1600-h/dying-leaf-mimic-katydid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5sxa_7JKI/AAAAAAAAAk4/i8Q_5WT_CA8/s320/dying-leaf-mimic-katydid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403876199208002722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           The above one is called "dying" leaf-mimic katydid, whose natural selection had  mimicked a dying leaf.Well that was cool , but I thought the next one was absolute brain burner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5s-ZWbP3I/AAAAAAAAAlA/zZW1BClW7H0/s1600-h/binns-Bee-lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5s-ZWbP3I/AAAAAAAAAlA/zZW1BClW7H0/s320/binns-Bee-lrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403876422103809906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Its called the bee orchid.Look a little closely at the stigmata of the above pic,its  had mimicked a female bee .And the notes below the pic read as,"As the male bees try to mate with bogus female bee structure of the flower,the pollens sticks to the male bee's body and helps in pollination of the species":natural section of a bee orchid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        So there was this whole torrent of questions impounding  my head,(so you can infer there weren't too may girls in the library to get distracted).How did it   know the mechanism of reproduction of such a highly complex social creature like the bee?Well atleast the dying leaf katydid had a vision to show how a dying leaf looks like .The plant is immobile,its got no vision,its got no brains to process, yet could achieve such a selection .Being a hard core skeptic, It was just too difficult to accept it as  nature or creation.&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;But it was my long time thought to write post on this topic,but then I wanted it to be reserved until I get some kinda of answers to my impregnated question marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       A couple of weeks back I was reading this book called "The Secret" by Rhonda Byrne ,passed to me by a friend.I started it a little casually,but well after a few pages,I couldn't take things as causally as I wanted, The books  just consolidates into a one liner " Ask and you shall receive ", well sounded like a some biblical quote  to me at first, but as I went scrolling through the pages of the book,the enlightenment wasn't far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,summarizing this 300odd page book in single phrase,it says " Whatever you truly wish,ask and feel, the universe will get it to you from out of the blues"(Just don't ask when and how).( Well sounded like a dialogue from Sharukhs movie).This book did juice up my nucleus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      So the wish of the dying leaf kaydid was to survive.So the universe finds a solution,camouflaging its species like a dying leaf on the floor of the rain forest.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And the bee orchid wish to pollinate effectively,was translated in getting it a bee shaped structure in its stigmata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the needs of this species,which you call as their as their wish was granted to them in ways you can`t possibly imagine.Its just that we don't have a clue about how the universe gets it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Its like just imagine some three centuries back , you told someone  ,that you could talk to someone distant on another shore without anyone in between hearing you conversation ,through some invisible medium.There could be only two things that could happened either you would have been called a psychic or a lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;But we  all do this every day in our lives today.A thing which sounded lunatic a three centuries back is reality today,with complete conceptual understanding of how we could make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't see the EMF waves of a cell phones,we don't feel radio waves,we don't visualize infra red, we don't hear ultra sound but then we all know it exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  So the point is just because we don't see things and just because we don't feel things and just because some nerds haven't written it down in our science books just doesn't mean things don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Its  just that we make use of so many abstract utilities, in ways we actually don't realize and the power of universe is one of them.So may be some day,sometime down the decades or down the centuries we would get some clue about how the universe makes it all happen,we could possibly make use of it effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times you have used the Phrase " I know I will get it" ,you actually feel when you are  getting your  elusive wish inching closer to you.&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you said," I always knew something is going to prevent it from happening " and some stupid thing did prevent you from getting it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well that was the core conceptualization of the book "The Secret","Your wish is the universe's command".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times when you have got hurt and you are too conscious that you don't get hurt again in the same spot and that's exactly what happens,the universe laughs at you in sarcasm,you wished I granted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The power of perception is bit deeper than it actually seems,every individual perception and action actually affects every one else ,after all we are one connected entity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Would you believe as you are reading this blog of mine,you are actually in complete contact with me all the time,well if you say a "NO".Well think again, at macroscopic level of general human perception you are right in a way, zoom down your microscope a little, you are made up atoms and electrons and the air around touching you is made up up of atoms and electrons  and the same air touches me as well so atomically we are in  contact with each other all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        If you yell at me I hear it  because the waves cascade through the air to  my ear buds,So eventually ,  our feelings ,emotions and our states of perception is actually conveyed to every other thing in the universe because we are in connected with each other atomically as a single entity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Hitler as a soldier was battered and tired after world war I ,all he wanted  was to marry this Jewish girl he was in love with for four years and never proposed to her,he wanted to marry her and settle as a  teacher in some downtown place in Germany.But that dint happen,may be the girl had other plans.Hitler went back to the army and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its just that how a happening or unhappening  of an event actually effect every individual of this connected entity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Humanity so proud of its achievements ,with all those hi tech gadgetry around we can certainly get our collars up.Just looking at it a little closer you would realize the most of things around us had been invented only a century ago.And a century just a impulse in the chronology of human existence of 10,000 yrs plus,so what were we doing all this days,napping around..??.Even a half a century back the main mode of transport would be a bull cart which we is been in use since the  day of existence of humanity and all of a sudden with a matter of a few decades we driving at 300 miles per hour. Don't you think its a psychological evolution happening at break neck pace.So who did  ??Or may be we Should ask what made us do it??&lt;br /&gt;Its our won desire and our own wishes.Its how acquisition of one desired things leads to another desire and the domino effect is what we are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Every religion,every prayer and every form non spiritual, conscious or unconscious wish refers to just one implicit,abstract entity .&lt;br /&gt;The secret called it as the "universe" ,I and you could  call it "supreme being" others may call it " Destiny", but at the end ,the past and present teaches only one thing we all together create  our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           The multifarious ,fancy wishes are not just not restricted to katydid or bee orchid, We too are part of the same universe, so wish and wish deep and convey it to the universe,and when the universe can grant such convoluted desires to them ,it can very well grant our humble wishes as well.It had granted us before and it will keep granting us in the future,if only we could make our wish loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In efforts to passing my wishes to the universe,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-5663535337009799422?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5663535337009799422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=5663535337009799422&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/5663535337009799422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/5663535337009799422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/07/incognito-world.html' title='Incognito World....'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5sxa_7JKI/AAAAAAAAAk4/i8Q_5WT_CA8/s72-c/dying-leaf-mimic-katydid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-4177859096432401922</id><published>2009-04-25T17:30:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:16:23.327+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pursuit Of Happiness........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5uVxOk5EI/AAAAAAAAAlI/ABphG_gk87g/s1600-h/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5uVxOk5EI/AAAAAAAAAlI/ABphG_gk87g/s320/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403877923161957442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            You have a unit to measure electricity, a way to measure the weight of a sugar bowl,you have a method to scale your own height, a blunt ridiculous question am going to put forward to you now,do you know any method to measure or quantify happiness? Can you give me number or a figure and tell me this is how much am happy or this is the number of units which scale the level of satisfaction in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    The most happiest people in the world are the most social ones, the ones who have lots of mutual attention, those who call themselves as social butterflies, this is what correlation statistics on human happiness tells us.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      And of course their is whole bunch of statements from the so called philosophers of our humanity , Happiness is a sate of mind, says one.Happiness is the ultimate goal of every human act says the other,I can achieve the deepest intensity of happiness through meditation &amp; penance says another.&lt;br /&gt;                                   I personally hate philosophers because they most often so tilted to idealism and so general in their perception of humanity, it just that their ideas never fit every one in this world of diversification.&lt;br /&gt;        so common people like you and me ,keep asking ourselves one question again and again, how happy we are in our life, is it a journey of life?? or is it an impulsive act or incident??, which happens to deliver us this adrenalin rush.Do we have enough of this units of happiness to feed our appetite for satisfaction and fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        There are three kinds of life each person lives in their life,we try make a cut though a few personalities who are biased exclusively toward one of this three kind of life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pleasant life : The royals, kings, pro-creations of the ultra rich come under the scanner here, this people where born with a silver spoon in their mouth.Their inherited blood is what gives them the ominous things in life.There is never a pleasure in the world they haven't  experienced.Ignorance,arrogance, pride are part of the business. Never dare to call any of their act sadistic because everything is legal here.Love, romance,affairs,betrayal are all dice of the game.It might take several life time to spend all their assets unless they bet it all on a single game of poker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a very simple question ,are this people the happiest and ultimately the most satisfied people in the world? you can hold your answer for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The focused life:   Lint grew up as paper boy.He had a very tough life. He was smart ,intelligent and hardworking, qualities that  made him a millionaire at the age of 25,he was running a stock trade business.He was also a world champion in the game of chess.But their is a dark side to it, he had a pathetic love life, the girls he approached called him boring.There were numerous break up in his life and he remained single most part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, again another simple question putting it in a different way, do you think Lint was not happy and satisfied person in his life? hold on with your answer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fulfillment life:   A person who needs no introduction "Mother Teresa" .She left the comforting life of a Balkan state in Europe to work for the down trodden in the slums of Kolkata.She had no substantial assets ,faced numerous humiliations and dealing with pain was just another day at the office for her,she never had a love life ,I meant it in a romantic sense.There was none of her own blood. She was all alone in the middle of  the hot subcontinent,with a bunch of missionaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the same simple question again in a different wording, so you think Mother Teresa was doing this ,just for the sake of doing service to humanity and her days in almost hell were without fulfillment? Am going to get you the answers shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that,May be you should have look at the equation derived by the team of psychologist headed by Dr.Meleman,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete Happiness = The Pleasant Life + The Focused life + The Fulfillment Life&lt;br /&gt;(Ultimately Total &lt;br /&gt; Satisfaction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But hold on, this equation isn't as simple as it sounds, its  nonlinear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contribution of each of this parameter to the so called complete happiness is scaled and vary in their contribution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this equation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasant life   &lt;&lt;&lt;  Focused life &lt;  Fulfillment life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above line just accentuates the fact that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contribution of pleasant life to complete satisfaction is quite negligible compared to the focused and the fulfillment life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets try getting back to the branches  I was talking about earlier,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Teresa,  nor she had any assets in her name,and her mission of annihilating the pain of the suffering ,which always would be a infinite string which never ended, still she was more happier and satisfied person than most of us ,the torrents  of happiness which she received in serving the down trodden helped her feed her appetite of her satisfaction completely and  she never felt craving for anything else to make her more happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lint had a pathetic love life, never popular among girls, but he was a workaholic,every time when he entered his stock market the respect he commanded from his fellow men, gave him the needed adrenalin rush.When he played the game of chess, he was the best, his concentration so focused when he starts his work ,it was almost like time used to freeze for him. This radiant shimmering were just enough to fill his cans of satisfaction overwhelmingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inherited filthy rich had everything,could do everything but their carving for more never stops, they could not define how much is too much, because their happiness bowl was always leaking,no amount of it,could satisfy those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this explains the logic behind the scaling of the equation.So the ultimate deprivation of essence of happiness from a pleasant life is  felt only if a person wholly and fully lives his focused and fulfillment life.Otherwise no amount of pleasant life could satisfy our mammoth requirement of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be some of this Ultra Rich do realize this inevitable equation in their lives, so the next time when you see Angelina Jolie giving a million dollar donation or Madonna adopting a black African kid, we should think twice before calling it as a celebrity gimmick, it does whole lot more good to them, it brings them the elixir of life " &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving for the "H" word just like you,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-4177859096432401922?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4177859096432401922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=4177859096432401922&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/4177859096432401922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/4177859096432401922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/04/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='Pursuit Of Happiness........'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5uVxOk5EI/AAAAAAAAAlI/ABphG_gk87g/s72-c/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-8256272309661318256</id><published>2009-03-20T21:27:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:32:10.741+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tagged....!!</title><content type='html'>I have written a quite number of posts and I have received many comments for them,There is one person`s comments you will find in all my posts,well, Say "Hi !!" to Shruti Mukundan.&lt;br /&gt;Shruti is a Msc student in Physics from St.Stephen`s ,New Delhi,and aspires to do a PHD in thin film technology (Dr.Shruti ahh!!),all this lines might make her sound nerdy ,but in fact is the other way around, complete chatter box ,who calls herself,Jack of all trades,master of none ,with a few trades left.(Its was a pleasure listening her sing!!).So people wanting to know more about her, try visiting her page @(&lt;a href="http://shrutirulz.blogspot.com/"&gt; shrutirulz.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;),This is a long pending Tag from her and I finally found some time to do it,Guess I saved her a murder charge, so moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends on the mood black to feel hot, lime green to feel relaxed, orange to blow away the blues, white to make peace ( In fact lime green and black where two previous themes of this page)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Cuisine?&lt;br /&gt;Right now just kinda of sticking with North Indian. But yaa big time ambition to explore Chinese exhaustively.( I have tried using my pencils as chop sticks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like pets? Do you have any?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't own a pet, I used to feel uncomfortable with dogs, but yet to buy thoughts on others, may be gold fish or chameleon would be a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw in your blog that you have traveled a lot.. where all have you been to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just roll over my hard disk a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwalior, Mathura, Jhansi, Agra, Jaipur, Ranchi, Delhi,chandigarh, some of them I could think of now..&lt;br /&gt;As of south and east , my exploration is quite much in its infancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite actors (chuck Hollywood !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Hollywood?? How can expect me to name my favorite actors list without Will Smith. okay, Kamal hassan ,Nagaesh,Amir Khan !!( for their versatility), whole lot more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite actresses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am goona sound a little racist here,because some of my favoritism is based more on the looks than the performances..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hispanic- Salma Hayek ( Remember Desparado)&lt;br /&gt;Blonde  - Who else kate winslet of course&lt;br /&gt;Black- Beyonce &amp; Queen latifah&lt;br /&gt;Asian-  okay!! Asin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend? And why he/she is the best frd??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a question which makes any one a little dizzy to answer,but friend with a reason, I would say ninja, I used to call him my savior in college.(I am sure he should be in all smiles if he is reading this,because only him and I know what exactly he saved me from, anyway I would still like to express my gratitude,"thanks macha")&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any embarrassing moment of your life, if you can share..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the most immediate on the that comes to my mind is of course messing up my high speed network seminar and the reaction i got from my HOD and from my class,I  still feel that's was the worst talk I ever gave in my life, a terrible flop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any special secret talents you got? Except quizzing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make girls blush  ..lol( Guess it counts as a talent!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiest moment of your life till today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess its yet to come, may be one I could recall for a self achievement would be listing of my blog page on astrolgynewssource.com, was indeed a quite pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any secret desire??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Getting drunk and party all night...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh between, why didn’t you continue studies with MTech or MBA??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one who knows me will give you an answer for this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn  recession played the spoil sport..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the best thing you like about yourself and the worst too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricky ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be its the way I relate with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst-Getting Impulsive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sweets or namkeen??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite obviously namkeen. I am fussy with sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were damn angry? n y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess right today . Another obvious case of impulsiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you ever jealous of anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ,I am , Its quite long list of people I am jealous of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your idea of a perfect Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Utopian Sunday would mean ,waking up 8 00,have a ginger tea in hand, newspaper in front,siting in my couch watching cricket or movie on TV( preferably English and a comedy) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you are in a 'really not good' mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!! You should have had some idea about it by now , I need an human emotional punch bag ,Well I know this not very appreciative methodology, I am in the process to finding an alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put up a real stupid act of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough one...Something Recent would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped celebrating my blog page`s second anniversary ,If you had noticed carefully  it was on feb 24 last month, Its was because of some unavoidable reasons, but I think I should have got a good bang on post that day, may be next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats on your wishlist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxing day test match.&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;Luxury cruise.&lt;br /&gt;Directing a  Documentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the biggest surprise you have got as yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a quite few, I think I forgot the intensity of the surprise by now.&lt;br /&gt;When I come across the next one, I will update it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One song.. Just one song that you don't mind listening to the whole day long!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many of Rahman`s..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to name one ,Today I was listening to "Ennavale Adi Ennavale"- &lt;br /&gt;Kadhalan, after a long time and I did play it a number of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u could erase one act in your life with a god gifted eraser, what would that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay something I could think of more immediately was I used to damn adamant at school, I almost made one of my teachers to the beak down,I still feel sorry for the incident. I would really like it to be erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since u r gonna put it up in your blog, your favorite post in your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/12/haunted-by-human-hollowness.html"&gt;"Haunted by Human Hollowness"&lt;/a&gt; - By far the post which I wrote so very truly from deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I have not been posting frequently this days, so its been two years I have started writing on this page and there has been whole of of reviews which made a lot of difference in my life, so just want to take this opportunity to thank all my friends,people who read my blogs and people who don't, thank you so much for you support for the success of this page, you people mean a lot to me.Hope to carry it on for more years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a thankful heart,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-8256272309661318256?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8256272309661318256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=8256272309661318256&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/8256272309661318256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/8256272309661318256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged.html' title='Tagged....!!'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-8049503960998231369</id><published>2008-12-30T21:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:11:10.675+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New Year Post-II</title><content type='html'>Oh well its time for the last post of the year ,an extract of tete`-a-tete` between the angel(trying to be as candid as possible) and the devil(trying to be a wise devil`s advocate) ..so here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe this year in one word ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why get stingy with just one word? Give me a moment let me get my oxford thesaurus,&lt;br /&gt;So here you go I can call this year as-&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic,Turbulent,Pitiful,Lamenting,annoying,distressing,apprehensive,exasperating,pestering,tormenting and overall I could just describe it as a complete hullabaloo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing that happened ?&lt;br /&gt;(Hold on I am scratching my head) well..okay..lemmme see...hmmm...oh ya I guess graduation was a pretty decent thing that happened but certainly not a Utopian moment to graduate with the recession eating your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst thing that happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can answer this in one word- almost "EVERYTHING" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most satisfying moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite heartening to see the Australian arrogance crumble like cookies against Indians and the proteas.(felt like heaven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YouTube pick of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Palin pranked- Its always so entertaining to watch beautiful women getting so embarrassingly pranked . (impeccableness is short lived!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=QbEwKcs-7Hc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush list for the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!! you really cannot expect long list after a horrendous year,any way I have promised to stay as candid as possible on my blog page ,so with due acknowledgment to the consistency of my reputation I think I should give it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder you can call it a list , there is only one name on and it is אנוושא  .( I know you have better work to do than trying to decipher it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most weird news ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A YOUNG woman in southern China has partially lost her hearing after her boyfriend ruptured her eardrum during an excessively passionate kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 20-something girl from Zhuhai, in southern Guangdong province, went to hospital completely deaf in her left ear, the China Daily said, citing a report in a local newspaper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The kiss reduced pressure in the mouth, pulled the eardrum out and caused the breakdown of the ear," say the doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors say the woman's hearing would likely return to normal after about two months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While kissing is normally very safe, doctors advise people to proceed with caution," the paper said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( wow!! cost for being tooooooo passionate i suppose!!!worthy cautionary note)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source:Reuters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longest Telephonic conversation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2hrs 23mins 43secs-( It was not with my sweet heart,it was with the old lady in the middle no where,whose dogs`s name was supposedly i think is courage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.President elect of US -for the obvious reason&lt;br /&gt;Vishy- For pulverizing the Russians on the checkered board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Documentary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The History channel - Mayan Doomsday.&lt;br /&gt;Mayans predict the end of the world to be on 21 dec 2012 ( Quite intriguing ah!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(guess that's the only way in sight to end this recession!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best movie --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TZP - Amir and company brought my entire childhood in front of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I enjoyed watching the Madagascar sequel as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best song--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TZP- Maa ( Shankar`s trio deserved to be called the best in the business just for this very number)&lt;br /&gt;Vaarnam Ayiram- Munthinam Parthenay( Liked the spanish tango kinda style of harris,hope it was not a case of plagiarism)&lt;br /&gt;Guzarish and jai ho  also deserves to be on the list.( business as usual for ARR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Romantic day/moment of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh really I had some thing like that????damn --Forget it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Nightmare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and friends were being held hostage at our school and with the terrorist gunning down each of us in perfect executioners style and I happened to be the last in the line and quite obviously when the trigger was held right against me I woke up .( Ram gopal Verma here I come!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best quote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Teach me not to cry for the moon,nor over spilt milk" ( somewhere in Dale Carnegie`s books)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this in my orkut fortune of the day some time back-&lt;br /&gt;" If fate means me to lose ,I will die fighting" ( situational quote I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddest meal/snack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tandoori pizza- (I am sure any Spaniard who happens to see what we had done to their exquisite cuisine, for sure would  hang himself,anyway it din`t taste so bad after all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most scarcest ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, Fulfillment,Thrill , Excitement.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most abundant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the hero was "Mundaness" what what else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year resolution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in new year resolutions - Any way- I need to start living life better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you reckon the next year to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am least bothered how the next year would be ,I am just looking forward for a definitive path in my career that is all.( Oh Mighty god is that such a tough grant??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing" A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR " to all my friends and blog readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karthick.S&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-8049503960998231369?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8049503960998231369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=8049503960998231369&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/8049503960998231369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/8049503960998231369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-post-ii.html' title='New Year Post-II'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-1507795045132811924</id><published>2008-11-08T22:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:18:22.617+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I destroyed her life in matter of minutes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5uz1LM4KI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/GRyCpop5HLs/s1600-h/depressed_boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5uz1LM4KI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/GRyCpop5HLs/s320/depressed_boy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403878439617618082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Its been long I have put anything on this page ,just I was gathering some thoughts about writing something ,I felt may be I could make very candid confession on something for which I regretted so much and still do regret,something which I have been feeling so guilty about,I think it time to pour it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you speculating whats the sin and why is is this so candid,and the degree of its heinousness, in one line all I could say ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I destroyed a women`s life in just about a matter minutes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well true to your guess , yes I should have been behind bars for this "sin or the crime" in whatever terms you would like to put it,but for the reason there was no legislation to convict me and more so the the women was so shattered that she definitely had no strength to sue me on my crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did i do? I am going to get it as candid as possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The time on the clock was 3: 30 am,pitch dark outside cold window , I could hardly remember the date,but i am sure it was Saturday.It just  started as a casual conversation,she was sweet,she was polite and she was  desperately in need of help.I did promise to help her, as i always do for anyone who knocked at my doors, but I never had the faintest of idea that the devil in me is soon going to take over me.She was on her couch with her laptop and me on the chair in front of a PC trying to reach a conclusion on her troubled head, all was going on well until it happened.To a lady who wished asylum under me and all I did was destroy her life within a matter of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be i should not  have done that or should i have thought twice before i did that,&lt;br /&gt;Boy, i could still hear her terrorized voice in my ears, screaming , shouting,moaning and yelling, all i did was let my ears go dumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cut the crap and stop letting your imagination run wild :)....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The crime scene was half way across the world , her name  Mrs.Ferguson, &lt;br /&gt;  Location1: Somewhere in  the middle of Texas, &lt;br /&gt;  Location2: Deep down Greams road ,fifth floor HCL BPO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crime I committed : Reset Mrs.Ferguson most valued decade old password,which was so much part of her daily life and screwed up her entire network in the process as she had a third party router in between which was protected by a another master password which was set by her husband and as result i could not get into the router for an upgradation .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My damn mistake: I assumed that it was a 2 wire modem cum router like most of the customers have while she was actually using a third party  Belkin router  and I have to pay for my assumptions as I had done all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the episode which happened on the call which was undoubtedly the longest[2hours] I took in my four month stint at HCL, you must certainly listen it in Ms.Ferguson own words.[I just cannot forgot even single word of that last 15 minutes of the call..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulation!!! Thank u so much for screwing up my entire life. You Have destroyed my one decade of life in matter of minutes..Thank you..Thank you so very much..[She was in tears by then..].You know something I had this password for the past ten years, and i could recollect it even in the middle of my sleep, u have screwed my entire life thank you so very much.Wow!!whats more and you say i will lose connection on my entire network,Thank You for destroying my whole life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did try to suggest her other alternative ways to get things back as they were ,but she got too irate to listen to me and with pressure from my mentors and team lead i had to go dumb to all her frustration and yelling as it was almost two hours into the call and finally she hung up exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many people it may not sound as the most heinous crime on the law book , but messing up with someone`s personalization according to me is a crime.&lt;br /&gt;I could only guess what the password could have meant to her.&lt;br /&gt;It could have been her first crush`s name which she wanted to cherish all her life through her password.&lt;br /&gt;It could have been her deceased mother`s name or fathers name or just about something of chain of alphabets she valued so much.One thing is for sure I had no business messing up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God shower your grace upon me, please forgive me for my sin !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I tried to look into her records after nearly a month to find out whether she had called back the customer support ,Nay she never did, I am sure after speaking to me that day ,I am sure she will never do it all her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very apologetic tone ,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-1507795045132811924?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1507795045132811924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=1507795045132811924&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/1507795045132811924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/1507795045132811924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-destroyed-her-life-in-matter-of.html' title='I destroyed her life in matter of minutes....'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5uz1LM4KI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/GRyCpop5HLs/s72-c/depressed_boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-5072048486840718914</id><published>2008-07-13T12:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:23:53.211+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bpo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nocturnal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='centre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='call centre'/><title type='text'>A Peek Into One Of My Nocturnal Days.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5wGstJOGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/8m8UG4pIN_E/s1600-h/workaholic_~pgi0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5wGstJOGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/8m8UG4pIN_E/s320/workaholic_~pgi0057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403879863273207906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Its been almost four weeks I have written anything, as I was hibernating from by blog page, the reality is my life had turned nocturnal. Yup,the Owls, the Bats and me , we all work for a living on the same time zone, thats life at a call center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 My alarm tone on my mobile " Jame Raho" from Taare Zammen Par, which rings exactly 2 45 am in the morning[of course its deep night for most]. Up,Up,Up I tell myself the cab is going to be any moment here now,its my big day I am gonna take my " Berlitz "test[ Berlitz is a conversational voice and accent test,conducted by an American firm and dare you flunk it, you will be thrown out of the process and I tell you what I was really in love with my process and I just can`t afford to be thrown out ,hope you could sense my pressure] , into the bathroom having a quick cold shower, and i heard a very familiar song , Ooops its my mobile with my customized " Hutch Song " ring tone, its him, my driver and I quickly get myself into a full sleeve shirt without unbuttoning it like a t shirt and my jean,oh yeah its here and comb my hair, take my mobile, wallet ,watch and hey hey where the heck did I put the ID card , the note pad and off quickly,as I climb down the stairs , I realize I could have so well taken up long jump as my career.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                 As I get into the cab, this girl with long hair and bright red lipstick and whole lot of powdery makeup stuff ,greets me with a "Hi" , oh boy she scared the hell out of me when I first saw her, my cab mate,Shobna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Off we go, taking on 85 km/hr and the clear ,cool breeze smashing on my face as if to slap on me waking me up from semi consciousness, as i look outside the window, I have never seen my big beautiful home town in this attire,she is so gorgeous at night, a empty brightly lit electric train passes over the bridge across the road with its own characteristic  takh..takh..sound echoing all around us, and the sodium vapour lamps painting the entire city yellow . I had never heard such a silence in mount road almost posing a haunted look, its so contrasting how the arterial road is gonna transform itself in few hours from now.With a light drizzle outside and "kadhal rojave" playing in the car stereo,it was certainly one of the best start to the day at office.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;                      As we enter Greams road  ,the bold halogen lit name board of my company "HCL" welcomes me as if to say, get your guts right today or you could be eaten up. Into the lift , I make conscious effort not to stare at any one, " ting tong ", I am on sixth floor rushing into cafeteria to get my regular cup of boost[ secret of my energy ah...we will put that to test today,hopefully it works]. My friends greet with a big " Hi" , which reverberates through the entire cafeteria " Man are you ready for the Berlitz??", I try to reply them with my atmost humbleness ,"Kinda of dudes".&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;          My friends Ajay and Saritha are scheduled to take their Berlitz along with me ,and in no time the clock strikes 9 00am and we are into the cabin where the test is to be taken, its ladies first and Saritha takes her chance with American over the phone,followed by Ajay and looks like those folks have done really well and I am next, my supervisor makes a call and hands the receiver to me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assessor : My name is John cranky from LA and  I am gonna  be your assessor today,                                  may I know your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself : I am karthick Selvaraj...K as in kilo, A as in alpha, R as in Romeo......J as in Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked about the weather,my dream holiday , my weekend , hobbies  and on and on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....and John and me were talking for nearly fifteen minutes, I know my rate of speech was so high that even  French TGV and the Bullet train would have shyed away from me and the conversation was done and the test was thankfully over ,more than begin relived I was really getting nervous about the result .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Its was mid afternoon my process trainer got us the results , I was staring through the computer monitor eagerly searching for my grade and I almost forgot that I am a human who is supposed blink and breathe "AND YEEEEEEES!!!" and I did it I got through, I got a B2 , thats the grade which gets me through the test.My entire world was slowly getting back to normalcy and unfortunately many of my colleagues who took the test along with me flunked it,so i  retracted a little to control my excitement and otherwise my buddies now how I would be jumping on top of the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  I came back home by 4 00 that evening, had small snack and off to bed by 6 pm,my sleep laden heavy eyelids shut instantly [ its quite uncanny time to get sleep but I was exhausted to the core with the day`s activities]. And finally  i gained my consciousness when " jame raho" was blaring from my mobile, its is the start of another day dude!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With birds chirping around my head,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-5072048486840718914?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5072048486840718914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=5072048486840718914&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/5072048486840718914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/5072048486840718914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/07/peek-into-one-of-my-nocturnal.html' title='A Peek Into One Of My Nocturnal Days.......'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5wGstJOGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/8m8UG4pIN_E/s72-c/workaholic_~pgi0057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-5873602371983597515</id><published>2008-06-04T15:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T15:52:30.237+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presidental election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clinton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='democrats'/><title type='text'>Race To The White House........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv6E3ayMjYI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/riY_gfSm3E0/s1600-h/art.obm.mcn.mon.gi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv6E3ayMjYI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/riY_gfSm3E0/s320/art.obm.mcn.mon.gi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403902690508705154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Finally, the 17 months long mud slinging for the democratic nomination of US presidential election had reached its climax with senator Barack Obama clinching the nominations defeating the favored Hillary Clinton,its been long hard fight which can be literally dubbed as " Racism  V/S  Female chauvinism ".The entire democratic race reminds me of the hare and tortoise story, considered to be a underdog and too inexperienced for the post of president, Obama had proved speculators wrong by winning the nominations substantially and this in spite Hillary`s overwhelming popularity and the status of former first lady  with unconditional support from her husband.  &lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;                     And remember "December,1, 1955", the day associated with the legendary black civil right activist Rosa Parks who refused to give her seat away in a city bus to a white man and was legally prosecuted for her act. Its been just three generations since the abolition of slavery in America and hardly a generation has passed from the time Martin Luther King and Rosa Parks lead the civil right movements in America.It was not until 1870 when the US government census declared American state free of slavery in all forms.And it all sounds a little dreamy realizing the events taking place in this country for the past year and half.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;br /&gt;                 How many of those blacks slaves in those deterring conditions would have thought that one day one of their grandsons is going to be ruler of their super power nation and become the leader of the siblings of their masters. It does`t matter whether Senator Barack Obama wins the November presidential elections against his fellow Republican or not, but he has certainly changed the face of American politics.America is considered as "Land of opportunities" ,if you deserve it,you get it and Mr.obama`s candidacy has proven this point beyond doubt.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;                    A poll conducted in Germany reveal that 60% percent of the nation wanted  Barack Obama to become the next US president.Its so heaving to find this change in the attitude of the world at large ,it was not too long ago when Adolf Hitler starred in disgrace at Jesse Owens,When he won five gold medals at the Berlin Olympics ,virtually shattering Hitler`s campaign of the superior Aryan race.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;br /&gt;                      But for now,its time for celebration in the heartland of Africa,Yes the entire nation of Kenya,the country of origin of Mr.Obama is going wild, its one of the sons of their nation is on the road to assume office at the power house of the world.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;                       Its obvious this hell of a campaign had left the party split apart but,Its time for the democrats to resolve their  differences and put their weight behind winning the November elections,as most of the Americans and the world at large are sick of Bush and the republicans, and electing John Mcaine would certainly be nothing short of third term Bush administration under his disguise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-5873602371983597515?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5873602371983597515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=5873602371983597515&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/5873602371983597515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/5873602371983597515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/06/race-to-white-house.html' title='Race To The White House........'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv6E3ayMjYI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/riY_gfSm3E0/s72-c/art.obm.mcn.mon.gi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-7135629958966210685</id><published>2008-05-13T19:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T15:49:11.308+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Invincible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>The True Invincible.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv6EF3YgJOI/AAAAAAAAAoI/wK6hOOud1D8/s1600-h/change-management1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv6EF3YgJOI/AAAAAAAAAoI/wK6hOOud1D8/s320/change-management1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403901839192106210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;                     I am progressive ,never sustainable,I could  sometimes be felt impulsively.I am  byproduct of time and catalyzed by desperation. Often people unfurl their sail and wait for the wind only to hope that I would take them to their destiny. Uncannily,few do ascertain their route to navigate across me.You can never ward off me and never always welcome me. So did you get who i am??, if not just hold on .&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;                  I am the source of insecurity for those who fail to anticipate me, and the biggest inconvenience to the orthodoxes.The satisfied and happy  never want me to reach them soon ,but the needy and wanted wait at the door steps looking out for me.But whichever sphere of life you belong, you can never escape my onslaught.Those with wisdom try predicting me and most others don`t see me coming until I have intruded wholly.Still guessing???&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;                     The frogs and caterpillars never complain about me.I don`t mind being a puppet at the hands of those with will or could make you wander like a kite if you surrender yourself. Yes, some say I am at the command of the fate and some say its me who ghost rules the fate . So Who is right??, the truth is both are, it just depends on the way you take me in your life.If you still fail to recognize me, you need just few more lines of patience.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;br /&gt;                    The heavens nor the hell can escape my touch, I am astronomical.I have created the past and I am responsible for the future, no one can contain me and I am not a constant.And earthlings call me the father of novelty.&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;               I have the elixir in my body and death is not in my dictionary.I am "The Truest Of Invincibles".And in your vocabulary you call me "THE CHANGE".&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;                       Writing my first blog just days after my engineering,there are couples of things which I can assure myself to  be present around me , one is my shadow and other is the invincible "Change". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to catch the wind with my sails unfurled,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-7135629958966210685?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7135629958966210685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=7135629958966210685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/7135629958966210685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/7135629958966210685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/05/true-invincible.html' title='The True Invincible.....'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv6EF3YgJOI/AAAAAAAAAoI/wK6hOOud1D8/s72-c/change-management1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-3643358110267676861</id><published>2008-03-29T19:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T15:39:38.093+05:30</updated><title type='text'>End Of Days.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv6B1RgUy7I/AAAAAAAAAoA/QwrV_svY1f4/s1600-h/goodbye4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv6B1RgUy7I/AAAAAAAAAoA/QwrV_svY1f4/s320/goodbye4.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403899355123207090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      I have just come back  after organizing my last symposium ,my last quiz event here at the Incendio`08. After all those photo sessions and handshakes and wishes, it all feels a little heavy to handle.Four years and every year had its own flavor.I can truly feel the metamorphosis I have undergone in this years. Not everything begun well, some of my friends will remember how I used to curse the place when I first joined in here, but ya everything did change by the end of the first year.A bit of spirit of acceptance coupled with some great people around did make be feel home.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                   Frankly speaking about my  regrets , May be I could have got along  more personally with some of the people here ,may be a more intimate rapport . I don`t know may be I should have taken more effort or may be its that they shyed away from me or it was just circumstantial, but their presence  could have made some differences in my life.But past is past,and a second chance is just a hope.But I am grateful that I always had such nice people to hold me in all my crisis during my stay here and they never ever let any turbulence take over me. And I could have pushed myself a bit more in academics ,that's one area I feel I have terribly underperformed myself.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;                Probably our college tour was one event that really gelled as together during our second year, yeah there were some heart breaks and disappointments all around, anyway this are the things that add spice to our lives and give us some scripts for our autobiography later in life.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;                 For the better part,I met my best quizzing partner I was  longing for all my life and together we have won and organized some very memorable quizzes.And whole lot tech geeks who introduced me to a lot of new things in life. And of course a very special mention about my batch mate and a true good friend karthikeyan, well I don`t explicitly use any proper nouns in my blog page, but I really feel he is one guy in my life whom I have not given the due recognition,but I can proudly say he had been one of the pillars in my life here.It had been a mixed life here for me, there were few initiatives which worked and few were disastrous.But at the end I would certainly call this as one of the prominent places which nurtured me,in my preparation for life.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                     I am gonna miss all those fun we had together and its getting heavier every day, but life is got to move on.Its just going to be less than week we are going to stay together ,hope we  make up with poeple whom we missed during this few grains of days left and  I just wish every one all the best in all their endeavors in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Time To Say Adieu....Its Game Over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a heavy heart,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-3643358110267676861?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3643358110267676861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=3643358110267676861&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/3643358110267676861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/3643358110267676861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/03/end-of-days.html' title='End Of Days.....'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv6B1RgUy7I/AAAAAAAAAoA/QwrV_svY1f4/s72-c/goodbye4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-7688063455898910450</id><published>2008-03-12T19:05:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T15:59:43.534+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life Never Waits For Emotions....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv6BYSliDYI/AAAAAAAAAn4/WFIjaMvN_TA/s1600-h/awaywn.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv6BYSliDYI/AAAAAAAAAn4/WFIjaMvN_TA/s320/awaywn.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403898857197276546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#7D1B7E"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time we look into each other,&lt;br /&gt;The mystery of our looks haunts us,&lt;br /&gt;With each passing day,&lt;br /&gt;Harder the ice seems to freeze,&lt;br /&gt;More thicker it becomes,&lt;br /&gt;More it presents itself translucent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A curl of long hair,that coils around her ears,&lt;br /&gt;Her deep brown eyes,which often forgets to blink,&lt;br /&gt;Her impeccable elegance which none can match,&lt;br /&gt;I pronounce her an epitome of feminism,&lt;br /&gt;The silhouette of her expressionless face,&lt;br /&gt;with a mystified spookiness,&lt;br /&gt;Is this mystification made me fall for her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she needs a hand to clutch,To hold on when she stumbles,&lt;br /&gt;For I know she is not flawless or crisis free,&lt;br /&gt;If only I can say,&lt;br /&gt;I am there to lend it,&lt;br /&gt;To fake the melancholy,&lt;br /&gt;To take her back to the infancy,&lt;br /&gt;To enrich her thoughts again,&lt;br /&gt;To the days when it was simple,&lt;br /&gt;And worry was a word very much alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a hour passes without starring at her,&lt;br /&gt;As she had snapped herself through my inward eye,&lt;br /&gt;Without her, My world portrays itself lonely and lost,&lt;br /&gt;Hope someday my obsession will be reciprocated,&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel ridiculed,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel insane,&lt;br /&gt;But I know,no ice can withstand,&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloominess is one thing that looks invincible,&lt;br /&gt;Sailing in the ocean of uncertainty,&lt;br /&gt;No matter which way the wind blows,&lt;br /&gt;The road is long and the journey is hard,&lt;br /&gt;I realize ,I am here for his purpose,&lt;br /&gt;I will never falter,I will stand tall,&lt;br /&gt;I will  move on, I will breath hard,&lt;br /&gt;For I know he will never let me down,&lt;br /&gt;Still looking for that ray of hope,&lt;br /&gt;With my peripheral eyes,&lt;br /&gt;That one day we will together roam the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-7688063455898910450?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7688063455898910450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=7688063455898910450&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/7688063455898910450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/7688063455898910450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-never-waits-for-emotions.html' title='Life Never Waits For Emotions....'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv6BYSliDYI/AAAAAAAAAn4/WFIjaMvN_TA/s72-c/awaywn.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-7308395183235550369</id><published>2008-02-21T18:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T15:31:17.939+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever Been WILFED.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5_5YDRBoI/AAAAAAAAAng/95A-M75d5cg/s1600-h/gaming-not-an-official-addiction-04-09-300x199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5_5YDRBoI/AAAAAAAAAng/95A-M75d5cg/s320/gaming-not-an-official-addiction-04-09-300x199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403897226576594562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               How many times have you logged on to the net planning to do something useful and landed up doing nothing.How many times have you clicked on the links sent to you by your friends  and hop from one webpage to another only to realize that you have killed substantial amount of time. How many times have you been engrossed in a Google search moving from one result to another endlessly and all of a sudden regain your consciousness trying to figure out what exactly  you were looking for.  &lt;br /&gt;                             If you had experienced any of the above phenomenon it means that you have been "Wilfed" or you are a "wilfer" and if you thought it was something normal, think again. The word " WILF" is an acronym for "What Was I Looking For" and it is an increasing internet related  psychological disorder. The syndrome is  so common that this word recently made it to the  official list of English vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;                                             And if you think of the consequence of being "Wilfed", its is lot more than the guilt of killing time. Being Wilfed too often can reduce your work efficiency, especially if your profession demands frequent access to the internet and whats more a prolonged Wilfer  might face a psychological dependence on internet, something like mild form of IAS ,its not Indian Administrative Service as you think I am talking about "Internet Addiction Syndrome". Kids ,pre teens and teens can suffer from chronic concentration impediments if they fail to understand the underlying cause for the problem.&lt;br /&gt;                             So how did this syndrome originate, although  Wilf is a syndrome very much related to computers and internet , it had always been part of human thought process in various degree of severity. A classic example is where this phenomena is in pandemic is our class rooms. How many times have you answered your attendance and started listening to the class and then suddenly find yourself waging a war against the invading Martians or you are sailing hand in hand with your soulmate in one of those Gondolas in Venice.It may all happen too frequently for few and in varying degree of rarity in others and it has more to do with your thought process and the motivation to remain focussed in your work.&lt;br /&gt;                            Its not even a modern phenomenon or things which happen only in schools,colleges or work place ,its been happening as long as humans started walking with their hind limbs.Remember the quote from the  Bhagavad Gita  where Lord Krishna quotes that "Human mind is like a monkey". Now,well don`t think of Andrew Symonds , the monkey he was talking about was the real type of monkey ,the ones you see in zoos and forests.So being Wilfed does looks very much part of human behavior but its more accentuated in this era of computers and internet where you have more probabilistic chance of succumbing to this syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;                    So going by the traditional quotes of medical sciences "Prevention is better than cure", what can we all do about preventing ourself from being Wilfed. Yup the only way is to maintain intensity in your life. Plan your time you spend on your PC [it also applies to your life time] meticulously that you never give any space for the syndrome to sneak into you. Well the point is maintaining intensity is not a complete solution but atleast you can avoid waging war with Martians and to certain extent ask your soul mate to wait for some time until the class gets over before you take him/her for a ride in one of those Gondolas in Venice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With endless attempts to salvage Earthlings,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-7308395183235550369?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7308395183235550369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=7308395183235550369&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/7308395183235550369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/7308395183235550369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/02/have-ever-been-wilfed.html' title='Have You Ever Been WILFED.........'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5_5YDRBoI/AAAAAAAAAng/95A-M75d5cg/s72-c/gaming-not-an-official-addiction-04-09-300x199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-868171378179146055</id><published>2008-02-01T16:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T15:28:01.612+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cue Moments From Mathura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5_IvS9IHI/AAAAAAAAAnY/LbP7q3tXm84/s1600-h/DSC00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5_IvS9IHI/AAAAAAAAAnY/LbP7q3tXm84/s320/DSC00337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403896391002824818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;               As with my vast traveling experience during my childhood days,this one of the best I can remember frame by frame and  still fresh in mind  as  red juicy carrots harvested on winter morning.We were staying Gwalior and I was in my fourth grade I suppose and we were on a family tour to Mathura in UP [For all those people who have some idea of Mahabharata its the birth place of Lord Krishna]with my dad`s office colleague and his wife[Mr &amp; Mrs Das from Bengal if I remember them  correctly].We took a late evening train , it was the GT and we were on our way to the mythical city of Mathura. At that point I heard nothing more than it was just another temple town with chants of Lord Krishna everywhere.After a brief journey of four hours we were at the banks of Yamuna , one of the mighty rivers of the state.&lt;br /&gt;                             Time to get down and take a stroll across the city and we met this all blabbering and over enthusiastic guide who promised us take around the city and also obviously with the title of his profession , offer us some guidance on the history of the place.Me and my sister were very busy starring around the place as if we had landed on Martian planet, we can already observe substantial cultural differences just for a place which around some 350km from Gwalior.&lt;br /&gt;                                 We were visiting temples after temples,palaces after palaces and the guide was non stop with his blabbering and he seems to have a folklore for every place he took us.I can even remember couple of them,the one where describes how a "Booth"[kind of ghost] actually had built a magnificent palace &lt;br /&gt;overnight for a local ruler,to how lord krishna once sold his golden bangles in a milk shop to buy some drink as the  priests of the temple had forgotten to  offer the Prassad.&lt;br /&gt;                                     By mid  evening  we were  nearly exhausted by all those walks around and we settled for a photo session , who would have ever thought that this is going to be the most memorable experience of our trip.We were at the Grand Krishna temple at the heart of the town which hosts a giant 15ft statue of Lord Krishna.The one obvious things you will notice about the place was that it was infested with monkeys,not ten,not hundred,but nearly a thousand.I suppose the monkey population inside the temple quite clearly outweighed the humans .And very much the pilgrims have found ways to live with our distant cousins, some people offer them food ,if not they had every right to snatch it away from you and give you a glare just enough to make a fully grown 5ft human run for his life.&lt;br /&gt;                We did feel a little threatened as we saw more monkeys around us than humans but our guide was gracious enough to convince us that they were  harmless and you will know it soon why he said that. As my dad`s colleague was clicking our family photo and we were all saying cheese to the camera ,my mom felt something fishy happening behind her and before any one could realize it was all over.One of those monkeys mistook the spectacle my mom was wearing as some kind of toy and snatched it from right behind her back without any suspicion  and out in flash climbed on the nearest tree.And you can  guess my mom`s initial reaction,she just freaked out so loud that every organism inside the temple complex were gazing at us.&lt;br /&gt;                   And hearing that loud freak there he came charging towards us "bhabi ji kya ho gaya??", our ever faithful guide,and when we informed him about the incident ,he went straight to the tree where the monkey was by now virtually bitting into my mom spectacles and it reminded me of that old monkey story which my grand parents used to tell me,he threw some "chenna"[moong dal] up in the air and our Hanuman avatar was just magnanimous enough to throw down the spectacles,"lijiya babiji apka chashma" and my mom with such high reputation of hygiene consciousness refused even to touch it and he had to hand over the belonging to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;                         The best part is yet to come ,after that incident my mom was without her spectacles for few months because she never trusted ophthalmologists in Gwalior and was waiting for a vacation to visit Chennai for a eye check up to get her new spectacles,and  surprisingly the doc found her eye power to come down to almost a insignificant level and told her that she could do well without her glasses unless otherwise she gets any head aches.Its been a decade and more since that incident and she never touched her spectacles again and what can I say here "A miracle from Miraculous city of Mathura".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little lad you see sitting on a marble lion is none other me,so no prize for guessing that one.[It was taken in one of the Krishna temples on the outskirts of mathura,probably choreographed by my dad]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With nostalgia all around,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-868171378179146055?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/868171378179146055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=868171378179146055&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/868171378179146055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/868171378179146055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/02/cue-moments-from-mathura.html' title='Cue Moments From Mathura...'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5_IvS9IHI/AAAAAAAAAnY/LbP7q3tXm84/s72-c/DSC00337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-2700907989776211995</id><published>2008-01-14T19:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:01:29.782+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Honestly I Have Nothing Against This Number......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv59wEMj2XI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Oqnin_noFSA/s1600-h/ist2_2516577_number_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv59wEMj2XI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Oqnin_noFSA/s320/ist2_2516577_number_13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403894867604789618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Beginning with the first post of this year, and  I am getting a little nostalgic about a few superstitions [though I hardly have any].The nostalgia is about the number 13 and this my 13th post and with all those jinx about the number being unlucky or inauspicious [and i am certainly not here to break the jinx] . I am desperately trying hard to write something positive about the first two weeks of the year.&lt;br /&gt;I can`t help it,"Awful Atrocity " is what I got to witness right from cricket fields of Syndey,to the most awkward indifference shown by our department to the final years.Certainly the first month does`t look to be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was just talking to one of my friends about my passion in traveling and how i dream to to be in Australia for the 2012 boxing day test.And after watching this pack of wild dogs [courtesy peter roebuck`s column] feeding on Indian humbleness and modesty ,I am certainly rethinking about it.It certainly would be lot better to sit in front of a television  watching  a lion safari, the true dignified kings of the forest in action, rather than watching in live scavenging hyenas disguising themselves as kangaroos .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If this disguise was not enough,and in Kaliyuga you sometimes wonder how many disguises this ruthless thieves can take [This ofcourse is one of the quotes from my grandpa] ,from high profile politician to hi-fi looking college student with scrap looks ,whatever be the camouflage they are nothing but petty thieves[Harami`s of the society ],and thats what they did to me ,a work of a "Harami", stealing my Rs1500 pen drive right under the nose of a highly respected HOD ,right inside her cabin and walked away as if they had a halo around their heads and all we could do is just watch with our fists frozen.&lt;br /&gt;                     Have you ever wondered  which is most weirdest department in all professional colleges on the planet, yup its no where far,its here,its ours.I really don`t know how it all started ,i am also not aware of their motives and we did feel like dogs when we were chased out of the review just because we were on time.Yes, thats right you are reading it perfectly, we were on time for the review at 9 00 am for our slot which was to come by 12 00 noon and chased us out because of a  reason best known to them under the tag that they are trying to instill discipline in us.&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder,people who call themselves as pivots of a institution actually understand the basic difference between a primary school and a professional college.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a demoralizing day for not only our project team but for the others who suffered the same fate.After all the work and involvement which those people are very much aware of ,it was a perfect scenario for some to avenge some past vengeance on us and if  they felt they grounded us,I would just say their act was nothing short of sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I want to stop here, its not a post where I can continue writing long paras , I am already finding hard to control my grudge and grit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purposely posted this post on the 14th, atleast and I did`t want any new superstitions to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up towards heavens for better days ahead,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-2700907989776211995?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2700907989776211995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=2700907989776211995&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/2700907989776211995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/2700907989776211995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/01/honestly-i-have-nothing-against-this.html' title='Honestly I Have Nothing Against This Number......'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv59wEMj2XI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Oqnin_noFSA/s72-c/ist2_2516577_number_13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-1770278709500490941</id><published>2007-12-30T16:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T15:17:11.656+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anticipation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>New Year Post.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv58kAKwixI/AAAAAAAAAnA/G5LG5YAHj_o/s1600-h/happy-new-year05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv58kAKwixI/AAAAAAAAAnA/G5LG5YAHj_o/s320/happy-new-year05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403893560853433106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             This will be my last post of this year and another year had come and gone in a blink.And the same old speculations about resolutions has started all over again.Well the fact is I have stopped taking new year resolutions from my 7th grade,after all most of this resolutions never seem to last for more than week [atleast for me].Whats more important is that we make sure that the next year is always better than the previous ones and I can say on a high note that the way my life has taken shape,every year always had a upbeat curve and ofcourse with some variations in slope.&lt;br /&gt;                                               And well this year has been a mixed one for me with lots of pats and kicks.The most highlighting part was my first job , o boy what a feeling it was ,it was the most hyped event of the year and getting it in my very first interview was certainly lot special for me.And whats more I started this blog page in feb of this year with some degree of initial reluctance at first, but when one my post was featured in top 100 blogs of astrological news source,it was really mesmerizing to see the RSS feed of my post there.And if I say that I felt good it would certainly be the most severe kind of understatement I have ever made in my life.&lt;a href="http://www.toptensources.com/post/Astrology-News/karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/i-belive-in-astrology-not-in-astrologers.../yesterday-i-went-to-the-temple-on-the-eve-of-satur"&gt;[click here to see the listing..]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   The jolt of year the came when my sixth sem results were out,an arrear in antenna , and whats more it happened a day before my birthday making it one of the most gloomiest one I have ever celebrated.Lots of comforting words from all around, desperately trying to lift my spirit up and of course without them, days would have been certainly nothing short of hell.Finally,I did clear it on revaluation,please for heaven sake don`t ask me how I felt,it felt as though I am surfacing the ocean after spending six weeks in the pulverizing pressure of the "Marina Trench".&lt;br /&gt;                      As far as the competitions are concerned I cashed up Rs.2500 in all those symposiums stuff,won some four quizzes,my first block and tackle and  competitions I never thought I could win even in my dreams.[I am talking about that kitchen chronicles,only heavens know what we played there, may be thats what we call heavenly music:)].&lt;br /&gt;                      My project team and My guide did add some garnishing touch to the year,it feels good to have such a optimal team,and ofcourse it was nothing short of a out of the blue fortune.But whether it be a pat or kick the best part is all this forces have just pushed me to my better side ,so honestly speaking I really don`t have any regrets at all about the year.&lt;br /&gt;                    As I predicted this year was indeed a very interesting one with lots of spice and my prophecy tells me the next one is going to be still more interesting .The outcome of my project ,thats going to be the first arrow out of my bow next year ,the fare well,the parting and getting  drenched with all those heavy emotions is all set here.I wonder how I am going to handle all those things and but the fact is  I surprise myself lots of times , so those things are on the pipeline.I need some tinkering work with my social skills and one of my best pals has promised to help me out on this aspect.And of course definitely I want to find time to write more post on my blog page.&lt;br /&gt;               Personally and professionally it going to be a very important year for me,reinforcing my place in the society ,getting my first feel of professional life ,all this thing does sound a little chilling,but in any way things has to be taken head on,there is no bypass for all this.But certainly i don`t want to make you conscious about your level of anxiety disorder by blabbering my anxieties.&lt;br /&gt;                           So my big heartful thanks to all readers of my blog page for making it a successful one .Guys your comments really amplified my excitement several folds.So have great year ahead, hope all your wishes and dreams come true ,never let your frustration take over you,patience and perseverance can take you to great distance.[ Quite Obviously ,it applies to me as well:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wish You A Very Happy And Eventful New Year".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you the very best in life this New year,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-1770278709500490941?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1770278709500490941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=1770278709500490941&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/1770278709500490941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/1770278709500490941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-year-post.html' title='New Year Post.........'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv58kAKwixI/AAAAAAAAAnA/G5LG5YAHj_o/s72-c/happy-new-year05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-2116096490147912593</id><published>2007-12-16T13:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T15:15:36.606+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollowness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haunted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Haunted By Human Hollowness......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv58OJTVJlI/AAAAAAAAAm4/jbazRG2Gn1w/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv58OJTVJlI/AAAAAAAAAm4/jbazRG2Gn1w/s320/halloween.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403893185348183634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking a walk across the shop glancing at their bookshelves and most cannily I stumbled upon something and fell over and the entire volume of books in the shelf fell over me. An old lady in her early fifties came to my rescue, She helped me stand on my feet and I thanked her.She introduced herself to me as a fortune teller and asked me this flabbergasting question.."Is this your first time as Human..?".   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         This was a clipping of a unknown movie I was watching the other day as I was irritatingly browsing through some of the TV channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      This is exactly what I feel some times...."Is this my first time as human"?..Its not that I stumble in a bookstore often[and of course I have stumbled in some most awkward situations],its about the entire perspective of life.Every day looks so new,every time I look at a fellow human I see in him the complex characteristic of his species unique to its nature.I try so hard to fall in line with him and kind of try to adapt to his nature not because of fear of rejection but to identify my self as one among them, after all  even I am called as "Human".&lt;br /&gt;             And whats more haunting than the uncertainty of human life,you have no say over the past and no control over the future and you live the present repenting about the past and hoping for the future.The breed of humans had grown so complex there is nothing called to be instinctively human , except for eating or sleeping.Everything thing is so tailored and every behavior is so unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;                There is one section of people ever partying and enjoying every aspect of life to the extent that they abuse themselves and there is this section of society weeping and hoping tomorrow will be better than yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       What made me to be born in this circumstance where I am given education,food,love,shelter and all so called luxuries of life and what made him to be born their, roaming the streets with tattered clothes, no one to care  and not aware of the worth of his own human life.If he were to be put in my shoes,who knows this person who does`t even care about himself might have done far better in life then me.But whats the point what made him to be in that dimension of life..Fate or Karma..? . Should I consider myself that I am blessed to be here this way or should I boast my fortune that thankfully I was`t there.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         With rains pouring down in from the pitch dark sky, with freezing cold winter ,you have a cozy bed under a roof to sleep , while a person of your own age with no mistake of his,desperate to find a fragment of shade to escape the harsh nature with his heavy sleep laden  eyelids.If you are a believer of reincarnation whats the guarantee that you will retain your current comfort of life or go better.Can feel you the haunt with me,can you image your self as one among the destitute,it would`t have have taken much for you to be in their place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Every time when I see people so opaque to the pain,suffering and hollowness ,I wonder why don`t they realize this phobic words could be part of their lives too,its not a threat but its the ground reality,if it can happen to them,it may well happen to you as well,may be today ,tomorrow or a century later.&lt;br /&gt;Its the same feeling that haunts me and make me say,"Never take  anything in life for granted".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in this haunted place with you,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-2116096490147912593?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2116096490147912593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=2116096490147912593&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/2116096490147912593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/2116096490147912593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/12/haunted-by-human-hollowness.html' title='Haunted By Human Hollowness......'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv58OJTVJlI/AAAAAAAAAm4/jbazRG2Gn1w/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-2568034990911168239</id><published>2007-12-01T18:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:07:26.336+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='globalisation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patriots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethnicity'/><title type='text'>Please Draw A Line...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv6INxrzoxI/AAAAAAAAAog/RKVzdas3j8c/s1600-h/HandArtGlobe-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv6INxrzoxI/AAAAAAAAAog/RKVzdas3j8c/s320/HandArtGlobe-sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403906373147927314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels nice to come out of a hibernation,but you should note that while I was    hibernating from my blog page I was fighting a fierce battle with my exams and the battle is not yet over and there is a week`s gap for the next one so I thought of sneaking in a post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Last month when Sunitha Williams visited India she was given a heroic reception by our double standard politicians and the Gujarat government even went to the extent of giving her a state honor, to a person who has almost nothing to do with a country except her so called "Ethnicity". We Indians take too much of pride in achievements of our people and that nature of ours is what makes us to be called as one the most patriotic countries in the world , but thats fine as long as the people whome we take pride are our own citizens ,who share your love for the country and take pride in being part of it.But here in this case taking pride in Sunita`s achievements as  person of Indian origin is absolute insanity.&lt;br /&gt;                  We need to realize that she a citizen of an another country and all her achievements and success belongs to them.Here I want to bring another quote by Mr.Aditya Mittal,son of industrialist Lakshmi Mittal  says that his company Arcelor is not an Indian company and his company is global,its not even listed in Sensex and he holds a Indian passport but it makes no difference ,distancing himself from his country which has feed them and what we do ,include the Mittals in our list of billionaires.&lt;br /&gt;                      The Tamil rebels fighting in sri lanka though on the basis of ethnicity,are as patriotic as any other lankan in the island,remember the cease fire which the Tamil rebels issued during the 96 world cup when the sri lankans were playing the Australians in the  final.The war in sri lanka is their own internal affair and every rebel feels  more lankan on par as he feels a Tamilian.And what our honorable politicians in the state do, find some political assets by supporting and honoring people who have assassinated our prime minister.&lt;br /&gt;                      Recently in the news was Pakistan recruiting a Sikh soldier in its battalion, a first .Now let me give you a hypothetical situation, if this soldier gets into higher ranks of the army and be responsible for capture of Kashmir,will you still appreciate his gallantry  because the man responsible for it is ethnically Indian.&lt;br /&gt;               We as Indians so thirsty with global recognition that we tend to take pride in anything thats comes across our way,may be its because of centuaries of suppression caused by colonialism at different period of time.Its so pathetic that we talk so much about globalism and IT revolution ,but we still blind folded on the basic difference between ethnicity and citizenship,we certainly need to draw a line some where.&lt;br /&gt;                            Have a look at multi ethnic countries like Australia and the United States there are no basic ethnicity for  people of this countries,their  people have roots in  across Europe,Africa and Asia,in that sense the only thing that unites them is their citizenship.&lt;br /&gt;     But this kind of scenario is completely uncanny to us,we need a way to handle this kind of people and find a slot for them.We need to look at this people as global citizens or citizens of there respective country. we need to mature our thoughts to digest the fact that they no more belong here.&lt;br /&gt;                   Which team are you going to support if you are an formula one fan,there you will find a Spanish driver driving for a German team managed by British engineers.Which is your favorite European club football UEFA team,people playing for Real Madrid may not even know to speak be Spanish. Why go to Europe ,lets talk about our own backyard [as I always do]which team are you going to support in the current ICL or IPL team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You need to open your mind up ,its great to appreciate good individual performances and applaud their effort ,but how long we Indians are going to do that only on the basis of ethnicity.If we still are going to continue our stance on this, I am sure all this IPL and ICL stuff is going to be an utter failure in this country obsessed with ethnicity.May be I am going a little chauvinistic towards sports but the same rules apply in every walk of life and sports gives you one good example to showcase the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With crossed fingers,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-2568034990911168239?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2568034990911168239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=2568034990911168239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/2568034990911168239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/2568034990911168239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/12/please-draw-line.html' title='Please Draw A Line...........'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv6INxrzoxI/AAAAAAAAAog/RKVzdas3j8c/s72-c/HandArtGlobe-sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-1381302869743539912</id><published>2007-09-28T19:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T15:12:34.123+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mediocrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Mediocrity Sucks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv57gi_2gdI/AAAAAAAAAmo/1oIJV4jYbUM/s1600-h/mediocrity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv57gi_2gdI/AAAAAAAAAmo/1oIJV4jYbUM/s320/mediocrity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403892401971823058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just around 8 months to go and then I am on my own facing the world as it is.Just having a little retrospection about all this 21 years of my stay here.Mediocrity has seeped into every walk of life.In fact I have feed up of being mediocre.You either be the best or not.you have a hot or cold drink,lukewarm irritates my gut.I am really bored of this tag of "Jack all trades,master of none",atleast some point of time you need to master few  of the trades you know.My academic life has not been the best,I have never ever got a first rank in my entire academic life[ which was my ultimate kiddish goal...].Its always my dream to be the best in whatever I do, but so far with little success.Time and again my confidence and motivation have been pulverized by many,but they cannot snatch my sole weapon and the most powerful of all,my "Self Belief".But then I am not too concerned about my past now,something which I could not have done much and most of it shaped by my destiny.Never mind,I am not going to gain much by brooding over the past,rather  it will better if I learn from the past.&lt;br /&gt;                          By biggest dream now, to get my professional life bang on target as I want it to be.I want to balance a lot of things in life,I don`t want to let any stone unturned.I want to experience every flavor of life.I am looking for a career which would not just be a job but a way of life, accommodating all my passions.One reason  I wanted a software job is because in way a it would help me satisfy my ultimate passion in life,"Traveling".I can`t talk about it much here,it would run to pages,may be some time later in my future posts.I always prefer being a freelancer doing things at my own pace,I think thats when I can get the best out of me ,never mind I can also perform under pressure,provided I have passion for what I do.&lt;br /&gt;               Right now sitting in the final year class of ECE,with a mediocre project..life does not speak much for itself. I know there are days in your life where you can do what you like and there are other days where you need to like what you do.But I am still waiting for my hay days, where my wish will prevail and everything I do will be straight from my heart with passion.I am gearing for my next scenario,which I hope will bring out the best in me and I will be able break the thick ice of mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With dreams of passion,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/life" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;vertical-align:middle;margin-left:.4em" src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=life" alt=" " /&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-1381302869743539912?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1381302869743539912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=1381302869743539912&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/1381302869743539912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/1381302869743539912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/09/mediocrity-sucks.html' title='Mediocrity Sucks...'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv57gi_2gdI/AAAAAAAAAmo/1oIJV4jYbUM/s72-c/mediocrity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-3771533205788745103</id><published>2007-09-16T12:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T15:10:40.890+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Safe Zone Of Agnosticism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv57Di999nI/AAAAAAAAAmg/qXTuD0zOyfI/s1600-h/anti-bush-political-pins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv57Di999nI/AAAAAAAAAmg/qXTuD0zOyfI/s320/anti-bush-political-pins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403891903747716722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not matter if you are an atheist or a theologist, "The god delusion" by Richard Dawkins makes good reading for every kind of person.One sole reason because it offers so many points to counter argue over both perspective of life.One interesting chapter which I felt worthy commenting was  the lines of John Lennon in this book...&lt;br /&gt;  He writes about,imagining a world with no religion....&lt;br /&gt;   i)   There would have been no 9/11 or 7/7&lt;br /&gt;   ii)  No Crusades&lt;br /&gt;   iii) No India- Pakistan partition or Israel-Palestine&lt;br /&gt;   iv)  No Concentration camps - killings branded as Christ killers&lt;br /&gt;   v)   No witch hunts&lt;br /&gt;   The major contributor towards all this events relates to the deep division in the minds of people.And the question ,Is religion the root cause of divisions in minds of people?&lt;br /&gt;      If religion did not exists,had we been free of such atrocities?&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;   Well let me present you another list of atrocities which has absolutely no relevance with religion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) Tamil rebels fighting in Sri Lanka -based on language differences.&lt;br /&gt;ii)Another ugly atrocity-Racism which exists all across the world-and the reason ,just the color of the skin.&lt;br /&gt;iii)Suppression based on economic status.&lt;br /&gt;iv) Tug wars of politics in Africa and Chechnya.&lt;br /&gt;v)For the next one if you are an Indian reading this you don`t have to look beyond your backyard-- the practice of casteism and caste riots which had virtually torn the country apart during the past century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     so what do we infer from this?  Is Religion the only cause for division in minds of people?..There are innumerable causes,some which exists naturally and others created artificially to create a feel superiority among ourselves.Humans claiming themselves to be social animals have always preferred to stay in groups.And they need to find reasons to claim their group to be superior among the rest and religion is a  obvious one.If they are of common religion they would go for races and if they are of common race they would go for ethnicity and if its common ethnicity they would go for casteism...and there is no full stop to this division.&lt;br /&gt;               The arrogance and pride of superiority always had existed in human mind and more in our genes.If religion has not existed we would still have found ways to divide ourselves. And the point is religion has only helped to contain this atrocities in  some proportion. I am not trying to be theologists, but what i want to say is religion is not the only cause of a division in mankind,its just on of the obvious one we have used to divide ourself and create a platform to prove our superiority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With straight agnosticism,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-3771533205788745103?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3771533205788745103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=3771533205788745103&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/3771533205788745103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/3771533205788745103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/09/safer-zone-of-agnosticism.html' title='Safe Zone Of Agnosticism'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv57Di999nI/AAAAAAAAAmg/qXTuD0zOyfI/s72-c/anti-bush-political-pins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-6573188835032928654</id><published>2007-09-07T11:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T15:08:54.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Fairy Tale Ending.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv56p-t5Z9I/AAAAAAAAAmY/oN6mSLzOabU/s1600-h/happiness-quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv56p-t5Z9I/AAAAAAAAAmY/oN6mSLzOabU/s320/happiness-quote.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403891464519903186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Finally after all that drama and traumatic five weeks ,the revaluation results are out and i have cleared my antenna paper comfortably. My faith has not let me down, and the feeling of relief is far from being expressed in words.And talking about faith what i can say about that strange coincidence..i got my my arrear a day before my birthday and  made it the most gloomiest one i have ever celebrated and i cleared it a day before his making one the most memorable Janmashtami celebration ever in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I thank every one who has been so supportive through one of the most difficult times of my life,if not them i don`t know how i would have coped up during those hard days.I want honour everyone who gave their unconditional support to me and boosted up my morale during those days, but what keeps me at bay is the embarrassment of leaving any names .All want to say is that these people deserve a special place in my heart and i am waiting for my turn to reciprocate what they have given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These five weeks  have made me more stronger in my life than ever before..in a sense it has done more good to me than bad..it has made me cut down all those redundant thoughts in me and some good cautious lessons on the importance of foreseeing your life.I consider this as blessing from heaven and all i need to do is to capitalize on this rigorous disciplinary action enforced on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With damn flat humbleness,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-6573188835032928654?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6573188835032928654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=6573188835032928654&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/6573188835032928654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/6573188835032928654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/09/fairy-tale-ending.html' title='A Fairy Tale Ending.....'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv56p-t5Z9I/AAAAAAAAAmY/oN6mSLzOabU/s72-c/happiness-quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-2900133942644790709</id><published>2007-08-31T19:25:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:16:09.787+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UFO'/><title type='text'>Did I sight an UFO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv6KaWY1QhI/AAAAAAAAAoo/RYthv9eXuWU/s1600-h/ufo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv6KaWY1QhI/AAAAAAAAAoo/RYthv9eXuWU/s320/ufo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403908788182139410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All this days whatever i have written in my blogs are straight from my heart and with no exaggeration or make ups...i am saying this now because what i am going to talk about now is something which almost everyone brushed it aside when i spoke about it to them.&lt;br /&gt;        I was some 7 or 8 years old then me and my family were on a vacation at moms home town in Vellore. It was some were around 8:00pm in the evening i and my cousins were having a fun time at a hall adjacent to the terrace of the house. The place in itself was very calming with a mountainous background.The rocks of the mountain were just about 500m from the house. You can feel the cold air gushing through your clothing with only the rustles of the coconut tree leaves disturbing the night`s peace.[ok..ok. sorry for borrowing that line from a ghost novel..let me comeback to something really serious] &lt;br /&gt;             And all of a sudden we heard a yelling sound from one of my cousins he was standing in the pitch dark terrace outside the hall.I really don`t remember the reason why he went there at that hour. May be to have some fresh air after dinner.All i remember was we all ran towards the terrace where he was standing.He pointed his hands  towards the sky. And there it was a bright yellow light in the middle of no where .The light was of something like the shape of a kite.No one could really figure out what we were actually witnessing.We all stood in awe watching the phenomenon..no one has seen something like that before.The light was not static it gradually began to move in one direction.From the intensity of the light i  could clearly make out that it was coming from a far lower altitude .Please don`t mistake it for a aeroplane or something because what i going to say now is the best part of the entire incident.&lt;br /&gt;       The light hovered around the sky for sometime(nearly two or three minutes ) and to all our astonishment it vanished all of a sudden with no clue.No one really discussed the incident after and I was too young at that age  to dicipher anything,but the incident was deeply carved in my memory.&lt;br /&gt;             Some seven-eight years passed by and the incident was almost out of my mind i hardly thought about it any time.I was at my grandfather`s house during a weekend when a found a book on flying saucers on my uncle`s table.The book was in Tamil "Parrakum Thatugal" (Flying Saucers).I am not all that well versed in Tamil as   was studying only Hindi at my school so i asked my grandpa to read it aloud for me.There in that book was several description of UFO(&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Unidentified Flying Object&lt;/span&gt;) sightings and research involved in that field and a spine chilling factual account of how scientist involved in the research of UFO were mysteriously committing suicides and getting mentally ill.&lt;br /&gt;              Then there was another fact which brought all my past memories back, a complete description of a UFO sighting by the author of the book.The description almost exactly matched with what i had witnessed.It also talked about some famous UFO sightings in Tamilnadu especially in the districts on Namakkal, Vellore and Kanyakumari."So all the UFO facts you come across  are not restricted only to the western world ,things are well happening in our own backyard" claimed the author of the book.&lt;br /&gt;After getting to read the book at my grandpa`s house i started following  UFO sightings across the world.I have  almost watched exhaustively all documentaries on UFO`s on discovery channel and i have read several books on the subject as well.And all this facts just reinforce on thing,What i sighted on that night was indeed an UFO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don`t know what exactly it was whether a flying saucer or some astronomical phenomenon as some documentaries claim.But what i saw was something really abnormal and extraordinary which you don`t get  see frequently and very certainly something which is termed as UFO in modern terminology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  May be i would have remained a skeptic if haven`t seen a UFO ,but the term UFO is too clumsy to draw a conclusion.But whatever it was there is a lot of truth attached to all the thousand of UFO sighting reported across the world. But UFO predominately remains a  western terminology because of lack on institutions keeping in track of sightings in in India.But certainly there is something  common which several  thousands people across the world have witnessed and lot more still skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lots of skepticism,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-2900133942644790709?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2900133942644790709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=2900133942644790709&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/2900133942644790709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/2900133942644790709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/08/did-i-sight-ufo.html' title='Did I sight an UFO?'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv6KaWY1QhI/AAAAAAAAAoo/RYthv9eXuWU/s72-c/ufo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-6075024508529429942</id><published>2007-08-06T19:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:08:52.998+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I  Believe In Astrology Not In Astrologers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv54XLb43vI/AAAAAAAAAmI/H-vsUaBSqns/s1600-h/astrology1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv54XLb43vI/AAAAAAAAAmI/H-vsUaBSqns/s320/astrology1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403888942493261554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Note:[This blog has been featured among top 10 blogs in astrology news source]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.toptensources.com/post/Astrology-News/karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/i-belive-in-astrology-not-in-astrologers.../yesterday-i-went-to-the-temple-on-the-eve-of-satur"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday  i went to the temple on the eve of Saturn transiting from  cancer to Leo.If u ask me if all this myths about planets and its transition really makes sense....well i can offer u a explanation...This was a thought i was talking about in my general seminar during my 5th semester.&lt;br /&gt;                 i hope u might be aware of the word "lunatic" which literally means being mad or madness...There is a interesting story for the origin of the word....it comes from the word "Lunar"..which translates to moon..there is strong evidence that the lunar cycles have considerable affect on people in metal asylum..people in mental asylum have been noted to abnormally agitated  on full moon days when the moons gravitational force is felt maximum on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is when a small body like the moon which has only one third of the gravitational field of earth can have so much of effect on the human mind..how about planets like Jupiter or Saturn whiuch have more than 10 times the gravitational force of earth... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a well known fact that gravitational force though considered weakest among all types of forces have the longest range of influence..[millions of miles..]&lt;br /&gt;     Its also true that planets like Jupiter and Saturn have protected us from catastrophic  meteorite calamities by their massive gravitational fields .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when a small satellite like moon which has only a fraction of gravitational force compared to Saturn or Jupiter can have so much of effect on the human mind how about the force exerted by such massive planets. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Certainly..there is a unexplored field of science..which combines advanced pychology and astrophysics .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early days of childhood especially during first few days of the child birth or more when than baby is in the womb is an is the most important period when various electrical connection between neurons in the brain take place...with this proven fact of effect of gravitational force  on human mind its very likely that gravitational forces may influence neuron connections thereby affecting mental development of the child,like low IQ.&lt;br /&gt;    If a good scientific study is conducted based on IQ levels and time of birth of the child certainly we can hope for some results if analyzed with an open mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          what i don`t agree with is the extent to which astrologers go in predicting things.. i wonder whether such accurate predictions are possible which describes a person life so transparently ..though civilizations in the past may have done detail study on this effects ....i am skeptical about the authenticity of such prediction made by modern day astrologers.The disbelief in astrology is mainly because of the astrologers who are`t as skilled to give such precise predictions .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Astrology is certainly a field of science which is often neglected by the western world.But if some serious research is carried out in this subject i think India with is ancient civilization treasures can provide astrology datas that can come very handy to prove several facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With birds spinning around my head,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-6075024508529429942?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6075024508529429942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=6075024508529429942&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/6075024508529429942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/6075024508529429942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-belive-in-astrology-not-in.html' title='I  Believe In Astrology Not In Astrologers...'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv54XLb43vI/AAAAAAAAAmI/H-vsUaBSqns/s72-c/astrology1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-3441937050542326122</id><published>2007-07-27T18:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:57:53.688+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When the going gets tough.....tough gets going</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv54EcEOGjI/AAAAAAAAAmA/_o1uLMEfWO0/s1600-h/hays_cottage_tall_clouds_island_dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv54EcEOGjI/AAAAAAAAAmA/_o1uLMEfWO0/s320/hays_cottage_tall_clouds_island_dark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403888620539877938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It is quite some time i wrote any blogs..... things are not at their best....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was my birthday..the most memorable one i have ever celebrated,the most gloomiest one i have ever had in my entire life 21 years..i got my first arrear a day before my b`day and the paper was antenna..in way it sort of  embarrassment for me and people around me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my confidence has taken a little a back step..but i have learnt a few very important lessons in life...lethargic attitude  can be so very expensive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents especially are very disappointed but what pains me is the unconditional belief they have in me.... i could not stand before my parents asking money for revaluation  for i have never put them in such a embarrassment before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the obvious reason my parents say is that i got lethargic because i got placed..&lt;br /&gt;a very conventional thought.....but i could not convince them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am losing interest in my project and i am feeling left behind ...i just hope that revaluation results come and clear me of this mess...but i am mentally prepared for everything..i am prepared to take the entire blame on me...i am solely responsible for my destiny....&lt;br /&gt;people tell me i may be able to clear the paper on revaluation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that the worst part is over...i better learn my lessons in my life quickly and move ahead to a better side of life....at least it had helped me remove all the redundant thoughts in my mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time that i regain my identity , i need to define my self....i need carve my own niche .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there is no better opportunity than this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some day things will be get brighter...and i will be oozing with confidence ,success and whole lot of bunch of Friends around me...i know that things are not going my way&lt;br /&gt;but i believe in him,...him alone..and i am sure he will lead me to the ultimate goal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some day i will be able to put the best show and be the best and there will be a day when people will look up to me....i am thirsty for success..i am  longing for it for my entire  life..... hope there will be a bright sunshine behind this dark clouds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope is life and life is hope.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping for better tomorrow ,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-3441937050542326122?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3441937050542326122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=3441937050542326122&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/3441937050542326122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/3441937050542326122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-tough-gets-goinggoing-gets-tough.html' title='When the going gets tough.....tough gets going'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv54EcEOGjI/AAAAAAAAAmA/_o1uLMEfWO0/s72-c/hays_cottage_tall_clouds_island_dark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-3057935036774331300</id><published>2007-06-03T21:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:56:36.232+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dan Brown`s -Da Vinci Code~~A Mesmerizing Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv53vMnZ-jI/AAAAAAAAAl4/IlHbhFJTSxM/s1600-h/DaVinciCode.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv53vMnZ-jI/AAAAAAAAAl4/IlHbhFJTSxM/s320/DaVinciCode.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403888255615236658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     I had my first taste of Dan Brown novels during my 4th semester holidays.....apparently his all time best,the Da Vinci code was creating a huge sensation across the world...and controversy is what  brought me  to skim through his book. Well i am not that novel savvy person...i hardly read any novels...the reason is by the time i get to second or third chapter i lose patience..and eventually..i put it down.My reading habits predominantly consists of newspapers,non fiction books,quiz..etc...but always a strict no to novels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         So with Da Vinci what interested me was the controversial aspect of Christianity that was over emphasized by the media...was Jesus  a really married man....being from catholic school this thing really caught my attention...and i started reading..the novel..&lt;br /&gt;            Hmmmm ..the first two chapters was very much with conventional crime novels i have tried but after that ..it was all Dans mesmerizing script that got me addicted to the story...&lt;br /&gt;well i won`t call Dan a complete fiction author...the amount of trivia and facts he brought into the story was awesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      And any reader would easily lose the difference between reel and reality once they get into the novel...and i tried to use the Google search to verify the authenticity of this facts and information he uses in this book...and most them proved that this guy is no bluffer...he has done some sweating research to write this book...though the story line was fictional some the facts really are authentic and caused a stir..when dan brown made them noticable to the world through his novel...&lt;br /&gt;  For instance..the reference he makes to the Opus Dei..a orthodox Christian cult..which many people outside the US are not aware of..and in his novel he blames them of practicing..cruel physical abuse in the name of mortification..and when i visited their web page it virtually seemed to cry over this controversy calling the novelist claims as insane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever sane or insane what catches my attention here is the impact a fiction novel can make on established organizations like Opus Dei...&lt;br /&gt;The trick brown has used is nothing but hide reel amongst the mist of reality...and a powerful way of impacting a readers mind...so much that many goverments decidd to ban the movie based on the novel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Well the biggest drawback was though the novel was racy with lot of rational facts that will leave any trivia buff baffled...it was`t something that could fit into a silver screen....but the attention  towards the novel was so much that it tempted Sony to produce the movie...i wondered they would have ever produced such a movie...if it was a script by any rookie story writer looking for a breakthrough in Hollywood...and how about that huge amount of funding that went into promoting that movie...though Tom Hanks perfectly merged into this character of Robert Langdon.This was a story which is just not suited to be on screens.Its a surprise that a such major production company like the Sony could fall into such a pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever i would strongly recommend Da Vinci..to any one who is reluctant to reading fiction because this novel is just not a fiction at all...Da Vinci has  made me take deeper interest in Brown`s others works...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt that Dan Brown will be a true trend setter of his time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATS OFF to "DAN BROWN"....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-3057935036774331300?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3057935036774331300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=3057935036774331300&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/3057935036774331300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/3057935036774331300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/06/dan-browns-da-vinci-codea-mesmerizing.html' title='Dan Brown`s -Da Vinci Code~~A Mesmerizing Novel'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv53vMnZ-jI/AAAAAAAAAl4/IlHbhFJTSxM/s72-c/DaVinciCode.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-6104179852338578100</id><published>2007-03-05T21:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:55:20.398+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caritor'/><title type='text'>Sweet Smell Of Success...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv53ecOoKmI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ccT-82p7aLM/s1600-h/success.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv53ecOoKmI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ccT-82p7aLM/s320/success.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403887967748500066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;              The day before the big day things were`t as good as I wanted it to be, I was in a very lazy mood barely able to carrying myself along. And jus as I finished my lab session I left home to take some time off so that I can prepare my resume something which hardly thought about until that afternoon...and with huge care and some deserving help from my dad I got my resume ready.....I realized that I did`t have any aptitude books or any other preparatory material to carry...that obviously describes my degree of preparation...and jus before I went to bed I was listening to my favorite..song from the movie guru "Ay hairathe..."..a song that I have listen to nearly more than 100 times but still as fresh as I listened to it the first time...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            And YES...I woke with a call from my mom...and got ready in a rush as usual...and reached my class at that default time of mine 8:10 ...and on seeing people with books in their hand busy with their last minute preparations and few busy arranging their certificates...boy I realized the seriousness of the situation jus then....and ..peolple debating on changing my nickname if i got placed ..may be"carri", well that sounds horrible..."coggy" was lot better...as I was making my way to the auditorium a few tips from my senior on behavioral aspect with the HR ...hmm all of them sounding very artificial......&lt;br /&gt;                we were made to wait for some 45 mins and taken to the ED hall for the aptitude.. consisting of an essay writing and puzzle type questions..and and finally managed to finish a satisfactory essay on the topic.."your vision of India in 2020.."when I looked at the puzzles for a moment I felt the entire world spinning around me...I took a deep breath and started with first question and I had no idea of answering that one..that really didn’t help my momentum at all.... then I went to the next yeeeeees I got it this time...I got the next one as well..and by the end of time I felt I had done a decent job...and we went back to the auditorium waiting of the result...&lt;br /&gt;               The mean time we were shown a presentation about the caritor....and I was in no mood to listen to it...and of course I got a little excited when the slide on pay scale was put on...and finally after nail biting wait of 45 mins the result of the aptitude was announced...and I was place in the second group for the GD along with two of my classmates...and...I was thinking may be they are goona start after lunch perhaps it was just half an hour left for lunch... but ooops .....I was taken by surprise when we were taken to the adjacent classroom for the GD.&lt;br /&gt;To my relief the interviewer declared it as an non- elimination round...and all we had to do is speak....after all that appreciation I got after that seminar on "Mind Matter Interaction" I felt it should be no big deal... but wait it jus proved my arrogance.... "should mobile phones be banned in colleges"...hmm that sounds a simple topic....well but situation was`t..&lt;br /&gt;                         Never in my life I saw such wholesome group of ruthless people and for the next 2 mins I did`t get my opportunity to talk and booooy I was sweating I saw my entire life see-sawing and finally I broke my silence and blasted out with my groom voice for almost next 40-50seconds...and yes we all we selected for the next round, woooof !!!!!finally a sense of relief and we went to the canteen to have the lunch,.........hmmmm "sambar rice" not the best I have tasted ,but at that circumstance u get to hardly think about it and I returned back to the auditorium I could`t feel any better ...and looking at everyone preparing for the technical made it still worst....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           someone called out my name and I confirmed it with my initials....it was my turn for the technical and I was waiting for more than 30 mins on the third floor balcony waiting for my turn and my stomach was`t feeling all that good at such height being a acrophobic.. I entered into the hall and my employer was sitting there and after that formal wish he asked to me to say a few lines about myself and I virtually emptied my entire orkut profile to him...and then the testing time..."what shall we talk about.. I mean technically.." said the employer with a sarcastic smile and the instantaneous answer I gave "Microprocessor".... and with few confusions apart the discussion was complete and he let me go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Now back in the auditorium and hardly 10mins later I was called for the HR and some familiar scene... the same classroom as my GD ...and the questions.."Had Your Lunch??"..Yes sir..."What??"...sambar rice..."Where??"..at the canteen....for few minutes it was like almost answering to a army superior....and few minutes later he we switched to a lighter mood....he asked me about my family and the reason why I wanted to join caritor.... I gave a very animated answer.... " well we are done with you, if r selected you are selected welcome on board to caritor..otherwise .. you could try other companies "... Nice talking to you sir was my reply with a very acceptable expression....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       And after a loooong wait of almost 3hours the results were anoounced..in alphabetical order....I was getting  impatient....where is the name that starts with "K"...and Yes..&lt;b&gt;.."THE SWEET SMELL OF SUCCESS"&lt;/b&gt; and I walked to sign my confirmation page, as if I had won a battle.....I felt very deserving...and whole lot of greetings from all around...man that’s one day.. will never forget....My first job.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Finally I want to thank everyone who has played a role in my success either explicitly or implicitly in whatever proportion it might be....my heartfelt thanks to all and I will always be greateful to those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a thankful heart,&lt;br /&gt;Karthick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-6104179852338578100?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6104179852338578100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=6104179852338578100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/6104179852338578100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/6104179852338578100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/03/sweet-smell-of-success.html' title='Sweet Smell Of Success...'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv53ecOoKmI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ccT-82p7aLM/s72-c/success.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125609714229647921.post-5844054719842204372</id><published>2007-02-24T22:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:53:15.211+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one'/><title type='text'>All That Begins Well Ends Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv52_AgLeCI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VO-HyMjqQ_E/s1600-h/beginning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv52_AgLeCI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VO-HyMjqQ_E/s320/beginning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403887427729979426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hare Krishna!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..The tag word which i often utter within me whenever i start something new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is quite a special day  ... my first post in this mystic world of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Though I have been reading blogs for quite some time,&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted my very own blog site where I can speak my mind out..there are so many things that goes through my mind which I always wanted to record ...but I have tried writing my daily diary but that does`t seems to work ..it certainly needs a lot more commitment...&lt;br /&gt;so I have taken up blogging to speak about all my past,present and future&lt;br /&gt;adventures of life.......my passions...my favorites ...my hobbies&lt;br /&gt;...my friends...as well as my other side ..something which is known&lt;br /&gt;only to people dear to me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that`s not the only reason,I think blogs also make a good self analysing tool..which i am in great need of in this hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then I will try to reveal more about myself in up coming days..that`s it with my first post...&lt;br /&gt;bye then...take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;karthick&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125609714229647921-5844054719842204372?l=karthickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5844054719842204372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125609714229647921&amp;postID=5844054719842204372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/5844054719842204372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125609714229647921/posts/default/5844054719842204372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karthickspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-that-begins-well-ends-well.html' title='All That Begins Well Ends Well'/><author><name>Karthick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561682310285376690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv5qDtLkFYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oomr5mqLDUw/S220/DSC00293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU5RLY2YsLE/Sv52_AgLeCI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VO-HyMjqQ_E/s72-c/beginning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
